All language subtitles for monarch_of_the_glen_s06e02

Uncle Donald.

Is this it?

Yeah, the rest of my luggage will be
arriving by train this morning.

I'll have it collected later.

You said you'd never follow in your
father's footsteps.

He said he was going to leave Glenn
Bogle to be a pop star.

Hair down to his waist in those days,
yeah?

And purple flares. I recall none of
this. Oh, peace, man. Excuse me, I was

a hippie.

Well, let's get over with.

I do hope you're not going to all this
trouble on my account.

It's your 60th birthday, Molly.

It's a big day. Well, the bus pass will
be a boon, and I shall definitely wear

more purple. You are having a party, and
that is that.

Now, we can have the buffet in the
dining room, and we can clear the

all the dancing.

Let's see.

There'll be so many absent friends.

There'll be plenty there to make it a
special day.

And Donald should be arriving soon.

Molly?

Just as beautiful as ever?

You haven't changed either.

Well... Hello.

I'm Lexi.

Nice to meet you.

She's far too good for you.

Oh, no, we're not... I mean, actually...
Actually, I'm married to Paul's

brother, Archie.

He's in New Zealand.

We're both in New Zealand.

Well, except I'm here.

I mean, just for the moment.

Uncle Donald, I had hoped to have a
speech

prepared, but there's a certain lack of
information, so I'd just like to say,

welcome home.

Mi casa, tu casa.

My house is your house.

Cheers. Welcome home.

Ave adque vale.

Hello.

And goodbye.

Not so fast.

Donald, Donald.

December 23rd of that year.

Exceeding the speed limit with 82 miles
per hour in Park Lane, London. What,

should not be late for luncheon at the
Palace?

Following day, Christmas Eve, ignoring
traffic signs relating to a one -way

street. I was only going one way,
dammit.

Which brings us on to 1981.

January 1st, Princess Street, Edinburgh.

Driving in excess of the legal speed
limit whilst playing the bagpipe.

It was Hogman.

Is this really necessary?

Mr. MacDonald is to remain here
initially for six months.

He will not be needing the temptation of
cash or credit cards.

Furthermore, he is to report to me
morning and night on the house phone and

not to leave the estate unless
accompanied by the late.

I suppose your mother loves you.

The alternative I spell in clink.

Under the terms of this supervision
order, you are what's known as in loco

parentis.

That's jargon. I know what it means.

In the eyes of the law, I am my uncle's
father.

I hope you make a better job of it than
the last one.

Aye, but 40 years without so much as a
Christmas cup. Well, that's to say

there's nothing to keep in here.

Hector was the heir. Donald was the
heir.

People charmingly put it round here.

Well, it's harmless, huh?

Bit daft, though, eh? I'll be a cave
alley.

What in the village is he was sent away
for being a werewolf?

Duncan, don't be stupid.

No, it's true.

It's easy to check.

Left finger here's the longer.

That's ridiculous.

It's not. I thought. It's not. You two
are starting to sound like a proper

couple. Ewan, are you checking Steve
Donald's to get any special dietary

requirements? Paul told me already.

Good. Then your habit's likely to forget
it.

The vet's going to see the wolf
tomorrow.

All this red tape just to thin the wolf
abroad.

Monday, as arranged.

Everything's fixed at their end.

Hi. Hi.

I'm not interrupting anything, am I? No,
of course not. I was just thinking,

we'd normally start to take in bookings
now.

The stalkers?

Yeah, I was getting round to that.

Only I've just had a wee ring round some
of the... Regular.

Plenty of interest?

Yeah, usually perfect.

One or two new leads.

Word of mouth.

I'll follow up if you want.

Yeah, sure, I'll do that.

Unless you want to.

No, go ahead. You know what you're
doing.

Lexi?

Do you recall a conversation we had?

I'm sure I will.

It's the one about Paul.

Needing to find his feet and my part in
that. I remember.

Last, last.

Being the point of contact with our most
important customers. I mean, that's...

that's the laird's job.

Aye. And I'm just giving him a wee hand.

Doctor!

Bacon! Come on, get out of there!

That orange cabbage patch is still in
place!

Is everything okay?

Wait a sec.

I think it's nine to five and a glass of
box.

I certainly sleep at night.

Simple pleasures.

Left all the diary.

Did that be happening?

No. Can you get a gate?

No.

Quick.

Want a wolf centre like ours?

I'm sorry, I thought you knew.

Yeah, but Moonshadow... She's a breeding
female.

She's been here from the very start.

The very first day.

Supporting conservation was always the
plan.

I thought you and Archie agreed this.

We've been months talking to the
authorities here and abroad.

I know, and I wasn't here and thought
it.

Too late.

No.

No, it isn't.

If you really object... Look at her,
Paul.

She's happy.

This is her home.

Hello, old girl. I am neither old...

Nor am I a girl. I am something in
between.

Thank you very much. Be careful with
that. It's priceless.

It is.

Hector won a shooting at Invert Necky
Fair. I was there.

This is priceless.

Put it down.

You know, I reckon with so few
diversions round here, the basic

be observed.

Those are reserved for the basically
decent.

Believe me.

If there was anywhere else to go, I'd be
there.

What about... what do they call them
now?

The retirement community?

I went to see a chum much older than me
in one of those places.

A modest party ensued, which finally
involved the fire departments of three

counties. There must be some corner of
the globe where you're not on the ten

most wanted list.

Don't you worry.

I'll be out of your house.

And out of your life in no time at all.

Aren't you a little old for a life on
the run?

Old?

In 36 hours, the animal transport
arrives.

And now you're telling me... Oh, what
are you telling?

It's only right that Lexie should be
consulted.

You really haven't got the hang of this
shit, son, have you? This is not a

democracy.

Well, maybe they'll accept the delay.

Yeah, maybe.

The press won't. They'll be looking for
a story.

Not to mention the television and the
press on the French side. It wouldn't be

reasonable. I am being reasonable. No,
no, no. Being reasonable is you

fulfilling your contracts and avoiding
you and me looking foolish.

She's got a lot on her mind, OK?

She's... She doesn't need any more
upset.

What are you going to tell me?

So that would be a secret between you
and your brother's wife, would it?

I'm as loco as the next parentage, but
I've got enough on without having to

police you all the time.

I'm being held against my will. It's an
affront to my human rights.

I think you'll find you sacrificed those
when you got in the Guinness Book of

Records for the most motoring offenses
ever. Four little words, Le Mans 62.

I'm not to be judged as mere mortal men
are. Now give me that brutal arm and

I'll be on my way. I'm going to put this
in words that even a McDonald will

understand. You bonk off and we are in
trouble. Now give it up.

I suppose you've removed the rotor arm
from all your state vehicles, eh?

No need.

I can't manage, you know.

Really. Don't overshot you.

I'm not.

Good. People can add their own.

You know, I really meant what I said
about the party. I couldn't feel less

celebrating. You will.

You know you will.

The brother is the last straw.

What's the problem with him? Yeah.

I don't know what Paul was thinking
about agreeing to this arrangement.

Should my ears be burning?

Donald.

I thought I was doing the right thing,
Molly.

He's family.

You might have heard of Paul.

Check that bread up, Paul.

Local farm used to supply it.

We want to start again.

We used to drive tanks made out of it.

Makes sense to buy a local.

Yes? Donald?

Oh, golly.

I have to get away from here, golly, or
it'll drive me mad.

You've been away for 40 years, Donald.

You were always mad anyway.

Not always.

But events, dear boy, events.

What, here?

40 years ago.

When we were young and green.

Those were the days, huh?

I seem to spend most of them in here,
paying for some misdemeanor or another.

My father always said that I'd turn out
a bad lot.

Oh, come on. There were some good times.

Yeah.

I remember being made captain of the
school's second 15.

There you are, then.

Father shook me briefly by the hand and
told me not to let the side down. He

supposed I probably would.

Did you?

Of course.

Bloody pointless game, anyway.

I brought Wendy Miller up here instead.

So this was your teenage low nest?

Well, a damn sight more entertaining
than scrumming in the mud with a bunch

smelly boys.

Do you remember Wendy Miller?

Can't say that I do, no.

Think on her now, eh?

Think on poor old Wendy Miller.

Look at me.

at me, golly, like some old wounded
animal dragging itself home to breathe

last.

And yet, a moment's carelessness with
something as trivial

as a wheel clamp.

Cheese and chutney.

Wait. Yeah?

I've been thinking, probably best all
round if I handle things on my own from

now on.

Oh.

Not like we're rushed up our feet or
anything.

No, of course not.

And I don't want anyone to get the wrong
end of the stick.

Well, you're still the boss.

Not about that.

Well, look, I've got plenty I can be
getting on with anyway.

So, you know, works out both ways.

You don't mind?

Me? No.

Good.

That's good, then.

Right.

Jeff?

Jeff? Hiya.

Listen, your baton's in the wash, but
there's a spare set in the drawer.

okay. Just come to get these.

Oh.

Duncan is waiting in the pickup.

Oh, right.

You'd better go then.

Yeah. Bye, Dad.

Bye.

Yes,

Constable, yes.

I'll call back again this evening, yes?

Yes, I so enjoy our little chat.

Yes.

Numpty.

I thought I knew all the McDonald's. You
don't know this one.

Oh, yes, I do.

You can thank PC Callum for that.
There's copies all over. He spent his

prevention kitty for the whole year and
you... I'm flattered.

But I'm stuck.

25 quid might tempt me.

I don't suppose... Oh, no, no. Ah!

Genuine pair of Texan cowboy boots that
I took off.

Genuine Texan cowboy...

In a genuine game of poker.

Size? What size would you like them to
be?

Sorry, pal. If they fit you, I'd be able
to get the wife in as well.

Knock,

knock. Come in.

I'm at the end of my tether.

You've only been here eight hours.
Nonetheless.

The conditions of my incarceration are
outside the terms of the Geneva

Convention.

You just made that up.

I'm not some crazed former dictator with
a stack of Kalashnikovs in his tool

shed. No, you're a Scottish aristo. Much
more trouble.

I should just fade away, then.

My demise will be on your conscience.

Well, luckily enough, I haven't got one.
So, if there's nothing else... No, not

coming.

The next time you have anything to say
to me, kindly find the courage to say it

to my face.

Have I got something to say to you?

Well, apparently you won't be buying my
bread.

Oh, that's yours, is it? Yes, that's
mine.

And don't you dare patronise me by
giving me the contract just because of

am. I wasn't going to.

Good.

Because I won't sell my Highland Granary
cobs to a satanac who's playing at

being a laird.

Fine. Because I'd only buy them if I was
playing at being a dry stone waller.

Ha! You've really burnt your bridges
now.

Oh, no.

Because if you won't buy my whole wheat
bread, you won't be wanting my delicious

old -breed pork.

The organic potatoes, carrots, turnips.
You supply vegetables, too.

Not to you.

From now on, the Anderson farm imposes a
complete trade embargo on the big

house.

I, um... I'll best pop down the shop,
then.

You drive a hard bargain, you blow out
the bread contract, and now you've

managed to throw the rest of it away as
well.

Well, it sent him right.

You're the image of her.

You are Kate's granddaughter, aren't
you?

Yes. Of course, I was just a boy, a
complete nuisance, but I always got a

welcome at your gran's farm than I did
here.

And now it's yours.

And to think I treated that from a well
-paid job, with its warm, dry office,

soft, comfy chair, and crisp monthly
paychecks.

And good secretaries at such a premium.

I was a headhunter.

Is that legal in Scotland?

What is that?

My boy.

Hackman meet Braveheart for the mobile
generation.

Outlaw.

Mobile generation?

They don't even work round here.

What do I do?

What about a fool?

Having trouble?

No, I'm fine.

A bit of breath there.

How much did that set you back?

I'll take it off your hands for 40.

And why would you want to do that? As a
favour to you.

Not to escape Lombogo.

Oh, so not.

Fifty, you said.

I said, oh, all right, fifty.

Would that be cash?

Good as, and I owe you, and my word is
an old Herobian.

Well, that's plenty good enough for me.

Good, good.

Now, you didn't really think I'd hand
over my moped, see you in jail, and me

down fifty quid? Well, it was worth a
try, but you're obviously far too clever

for me.

Hey -ho!

See if you've damaged that. Call an
ambulance.

Numbness down left side. Vision fading.

Ah, shut up, you daft old sod.

Why are you so desperate to get away?

Bermuda?

Where resides a barfly of my recent
acquaintance who owes me a significant

quantity of the spondylics.

Soft, dosh and filthy looker.

Money boy.

So you have to get to Bermuda to collect
your money.

Exactly. So now you know.

You'll help me, won't you?

Not in your wildest dreams, pal.

Is English really your first language?

One more crack like that, Eugene, you
can lie here all night.

I might just as well, if I can't get
away from here, I might just as well.

Come on.

Oh, yes, I was for several years on the
fringes of the England rackets team.

Finally, threw in my lot with the Morgan
Racing set up.

Travelled the world with them.

Monaco, Le Mans.

Driving like a maniac.

Oh, well, if you don't mind, we were up
at first light feeling a little... We

were awake anyway.

Do I bore them into something?

No, no, it's okay.

You were driving like a maniac.

Yeah. Look, I didn't drink much in those
days.

Used to spill most of it going round the
corners.

What are you doing?

1963. Ah.

Yes.

Smoke anyone?

Oh.

Perhaps it's just as well, eh?

If you'll excuse me.

Oh, he has his faults and he's done some
really bad things, but at least he's

done them there in England where it
doesn't matter so much.

Why not let bygones be bygones?

Why not?

We'll lose our families soon enough.

But you haven't lost Jess.

Come on.

I'm trying to look forward to this
party, but I can't.

You must put your foot down.

Every time I broach the subject... I
know, I know. She's a tiger when her

made up.

But she has time to fill without you in
the far state of the world.

You think that's it?

If you serve this with the dinner, what
do you use to clear the drains?

I'll leave you both to it.

Used to have a half -decent cellar here
at one time.

I think you two only serve this muck to
the inmates.

Speaking as a former inmate myself, I'd
say you got it pretty good, so stop

mourning. What, you've been inside?

Where?

In the army.

Ah, well, that explains it. The hash you
made of dealing with young Isabel this

morning.

I don't see how.

She needed an opportunity to climb down
with dignity intact, and you didn't give

it to her.

No idea with the ladies, eh?

Now, that's something I do know about
it. You, on the other hand, are a chip

your father's old block, a graduate of
the British Army Academy of Charm.

Doesn't sound like you have much time
for him.

Oh, yes, for Hector?

Oh, yes.

He was my big brother.

Oh, yes.

I didn't know he died until I overheard
someone talking in my club.

That's how I heard.

I'm a stranger.

Yeah, come in.

I'm afraid I've been taken rather real,
dear.

Oh, sure.

But not now. Saturday.

I told you, Molly, you feel different
come the day. I don't think so. But

everybody's coming.

Not everybody.

No.

I understand that, Molly.

But the house is going to be full of
friends.

Come on, you know how much you love when
the place is heaving and there's music,

people dancing, good food, plenty to
drink.

Lexi, who are you really for?

What do you mean?

You belong with your husband and here
you are, working, organising, as though

nothing had changed.

Just trying to help.

I only say this out of love.

For you and for Archie and because I
really believe that you love each other.

But love can't thrive with 12 ,000 miles
of ocean in the way.

And you know it.

We're not going to say.

Love is enjoying the silent moments
together, Jess.

Uh -huh.

So is deafness.

You're right.

We're turning into a couple.

Aye.

I mean, aye.

Just because we're in a relationship
doesn't mean we can never do things

Right.

I thought I might go and see if Isabel's
in tomorrow night.

Take a bottle of wine, have a bit of a
goss. You know, girl stuff.

Aye, fine.

You'll be all right, won't you?

Aye, because I'm...

Going out with the lads. Which lads?

The lads from the village who I know and
are friends.

Yeah, I know it's a bit short notice,
but, well... We can't have a party

the guest of honour and four of us can't
eat all that food.

Yeah. I'll be sorry.

Right, thank you. Bye.

Sailor returned, fortunately.

I'd have taken him back.

Nothing else to do.

I want to do cut you out.

Me too.

That's the problem, eh?

So, how's the escape plan coming on?

I'm devising one as we speak. In fact,
tomorrow's something of a deadline.

Nah, you don't want to escape tomorrow.

Well, actually, yes, I do. In fact, I
must.

But it's Molly's party.

They do throw a quality party round
here.

Well... Plenty of guests.

Don't know.

Thanks, though.

Ewan tells me there's a party in the
offing.

What? Molly doesn't want it.

Oh, the older we get, the less welcome
birthdays become.

Yes. And yet how much more important it
is to have one's friends about one. I've

tried that one. I suppose she told you
not to make a fuss.

I've tried.

As someone of advancing years, I
recognise that as a cry for help.

A request for a bit of peace, more like.

Forget about my birthday.

Don't make a fuss. No, she definitely
meant it. Oh, Lexie, I beg you. Lexie, I

beg you to think of Molly's best
interests as I am trying to do as a

contemporary, both in the same boat,
Watson.

Follow your instincts, hold this party,
and leave Molly to me.

Hmm. And how... are you going to
persuade her?

Well, I do have a certain way with the
ladies, Lexi.

It's my burden.

Like I say, golly, I'd ask you along,
but well, you know what lads are.

They're just uninvited either.

Oh, I'd better get a bottle in for her
and me then.

See you later.

for tonight, then?

Oh, aye.

Aye. It'll be a wild and wooly night,
right enough.

Listen, Jess, don't wait up. I might be,
uh, rather late and a wee bit worse for

wear. Hmm.

Makes a bottle of alcohol with Isabelle
sound a bit tame.

Boys will be boys.

Men will be men.

Like I said,

Lady Elijah and I.

I want you to take a full part in
running this place for as long as you're

You sure that's what you want?

Positive.

You?

Paul.

Thank you.

What for?

You belong here.

I'd better.

When washing their hair, good girls take
their clothes off.

Right. Right.

What? Sick.

Transit Gloria Mundi.

I was just musing on the ravages of
time, etc.

It comes to us all. Yes, and brings with
it wisdom as you were old enough and

wise enough to understand having one
foot in a grave is no reason for a

That was never my objection.

Of course not, no.

If my family aren't here... Exactly.

Who's going to fill your hottie and put
you to bed when you get overtired? I

don't get overtired.

Very wise at your age. Save your breath
to cool your horlicks and put off the

evil day.

Listen, mush.

I can boogie with the best, dance till
dawn and drink till doomsday, so don't

give me this old routine, or I'll give
you an injury from which you may never

recover.

Time to uncancel the party.

You never agreed. Well, not quite.

But all the better for it being a
surprise.

Well, if you're right, that means we
can't use the help. Oh, don't back out,

pal. No, I'm not going to.

I think I might have found the perfect
solution.

I'll help in any capacity.

But perhaps I could look after the car
parking.

Great idea, uncle.

And we can put King Herod in charge of
the creche.

Hello?

Is Rory in?

Hi,

is that... I mean, Alexander, then?

He left home ages ago.

A few sandwiches and some chips, you
say?

Yeah, it'll be just right under the
circumstances.

You're part of the estate, and our
kitchen's out of bounds.

So here you are, and you need my stuff
after all.

Something like that, yeah.

Well, I'm sure I can bail you out.

Well, that's exceptionally generous of
you. Honestly, the work of a moment.

Well, if it's that easy, you mentioned
old breed pork and organic spuds.

Beth and the Glen. Do you know what
would really go down well, though, would

the full -on hog roast. Can't be that.

That's the complete pig, like the whole
animal. Yeah, sort of thing my regiment

used to organise at the drop of a hat.

Well, if it only takes one regiment of
men to do it, it should be a stroll in

the park for me. Great. Hog roast.

Hog roast.

Eenie, meenie, miney, moe.

Catch the piggy by its toe.

Hello.

Hello.

Thank you.

He's out with his mate.

It's good to do things apart.

It's too easy just to think of being a
couple, do you not think?

No commitment then?

We've talked about it.

He is not ready.

We're not.

The way we feel?

Fine as we are for now.

Yes?

What can I tell you?

His name's Dan.

He's a radio producer.

Music, you know.

Really? Did you meet anyone famous?

Oh, yeah.

Including the wee rock chick you dumped
me for.

There's some wasters about.

I don't know.

Fine one is not.

Take its wheels off.

You come up in print.

From nowhere.

Cheers.

This is great, isn't it, Becky?

Actually, it's Nigel.

We had some great times at school,
didn't we, Nigel?

Mostly you putting my head down the
toilet and pulling the chain.

At last.

Hackman meets Braveheart. For the mobile
generation, I know.

That thing's a telephone too, by the
way.

Hi, Molly.

You got your hot milk there?

No, it's rather a large gin, actually.

Oh, yes.

You know, you're always very welcome to
stay at Glenbogle, and I'm really

thrilled to see you so happy.

But don't overlook what your father
might be feeling. It isn't easy for a

to let go.

in life.

I can't take it.

Let me give you a hand. Oh, it's been a
hell of a night.

I must have eaten like a brewery. Let's
get these wheels off. We'll get you up

in breath.

I smell the fresh air.

I was on the fourth car.

Duncan?

You're stone cold sober.

It didn't quite work out as planned.

You don't have to pretend to be drunk to
impress me.

In fact, I think that might be a first
with the human race.

I bet you Duff's got my mark, boy.

Maybe his mummy will send him round with
it, eh?

Well, I was hoping to surprise you,
but... What's this?

You sit on it and it takes you up and
down stairs.

Happy birthday, Molly.

We can't do any of the preparations in
here. Molly'll find out straight away. I

get the day off, then. You can go to the
party and have a good time. I don't

think so, thanks. Just a wee bit outside
my age range.

I'll tell you what you can do.

You can look after Donald.

No, that's not in my job description.
You haven't got one. You are an

You haven't booked leave.

You're on guard duty.

That's not fair.

Send it to the Tribune.

Let the arrangements stand, Paul.

Let the wolf go.

We don't have to.

Look, forget about the background.

We decide what's best right now.

We're both grown up. We're making the
right decision, Paul, for this date.

That's our only concern.

What?

What?

Happy birthday, Molly.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah, happy birthday.

Oh, thank you. See?

No far.

Quiet day.

Just like you wanted.

Lovely.

Selfie, self -centred, maudlin and in
dire need of a good smacking. Who might

that be?

Me. I am so ungrateful.

The party?

Just like an old wet blanket.

Have you been talking to anyone about
this? I am still capable of changing my

own mind, even at 60.

Shame. Not much we can do about it now.

Well, I suppose I could ring round a few
places, you know, see if I can get a

table for dinner.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

Just the three of us. Hmm.

No, no, don't bother.

Not bother.

Is it, Paul?

No.

Stoppage!

Bacon!

Just an eye. Eye closed.

Okay.

Now... Oh!

Well?

Delicious. Thank you.

Do you think there's enough food in it?

Uh -huh.

The wolf's in the crate, and they're
ready to go.

I'd like you to be there.

Yes, it's a hard life indeed.

I should grant you well enough.

I think I'm across to that one, thanks.

Maybe.

But she wouldn't have been sat there
with all this work to be done staring at

the scenery like a tourist.

I am a tourist.

That's the problem.

I'm not a farmer.

I'm a city girl. That's where I belong.

Nonsense.

Anyway, if you did go, who's going to
look after these two reprobates?

We're worthy. Eating my cabbages.

Sorry about that.

Unfortunately, the cavalry have arrived
just a bit too late.

The guy's gone. He was going to deal
with them.

Are you Kate Anderson's granddaughter or
are you not?

The time you took a leaf out of your
gran's book, lassie, and became a real

farmer.

That's great.

Thanks.

Goodbye, Minnesota.

Be happy.

A gran got her meat from the butchers
and her bread from the bakers in the

village. Not the bread she supplied to
the big house. She just took the

off and doubled the price. She never.

McDonald's had exploited the Andersons
for centuries. She just evened it up a

wee bitty.

That's my gran.

Hold it right there, Donald McDonald.

I'd go mad if I had to spend another day
in this hellhole.

I've detailed you in here to keep an eye
on you tonight.

Confined to barracks? It is better than
being confined to a police cell.

Isn't she lovely still?

Come on, Don.

We know where we're not wanted.

I don't understand a word he says.

Wallet.

Hey.

We're better off here.

Aye, I thought so.

Hardly anybody our age.

No.

Whose age?

Ours, mine and Molly's.

Well, who's their thing?

I don't know.

Must be local talent.

You're joking, right?

Yes.

Yes, yes, of course I am, yes.

You're not, are you?

No, Ewan.

For God's sake, man, you have your
orders.

Ewan on this, this conspiracy.

Oh, that's a hard word, Ewan. It's
perfectly natural that Paul should want

curb the competition.

I knew it. If you can't leave me, Ewan,
you know I might escape. Look, I've got

a key.

I've got a key and you are going
nowhere.

No more than an hour, I beg you, at my
age.

Make it just as frequently as at yours,
but for subtly different reasons.

Thank you.

Teenage love nest.

Rule one.

Always have a spare door.

Well?

Thumbtack's yours.

It's my embargo, remember?

Don't milk it.

Come on, come

on.

you ought to.

Nothing, obviously.

Donald's idea of a joke.

Where is Donald?

Don't worry.

I'll go let him out.

Maybe he needs a bathroom break.

Come on, come on, let's eat together.

Uncle!

Donald!

Damn the old modern rubbish biscuit tins
on casters.

Shabby handling, shoddy brakes. What the
hell are you playing at?

You can't hate Glen Borger that much.
You'd rather be dead or in prison.

Donald.

We need to be able to trust each other.

I will make no further escape attempts
and you will allow me the freedoms

becoming my position and he is.

I want to give you the benefit of the
doubt.

That's why I was so desperate to get
away.

You keep it as a mark of good faith.

lift back to the house.

Paul, it's such a lovely evening.

I think I'll walk.

Well, I'll see you back there then.

Do you ever wish you could just start
all over again?

Good old Becky.

Makes me feel like an achiever.

You all right, Nigel?

Sorry, Duncan.

Got a bit carried away.

Nah, never mind.

You should save your pocket money,
though.

Buy your own one.

Fuck no. I wrote the software for
Macboy.

Just never get time to play the bloody
thing.

Good to see you, Duncan.

This is why Donald's been so desperate
to leave.

But he's agreed to give it a go and stay
here instead.

I'm not surprised.

The flight leaves in under an hour.

This is as worthless as a man himself.

Okay, Dad?

Hey.

Um, I thought we might stay up at the
Croft tonight.

If that's okay.

Absolutely really nice.

I think her friend there made me do even
a tender loving care for me.

Fugitive is a white male, age
approximately 60 years, wearing a...

A white cricket jumper.

White cricket jumper, bow tie and brown
corduroys.

Pick a cowboy boots.

Donald. We said trust, dear boy.

And it hasn't even extended until
midnight.

I jumped to the wrong conclusions.

Forgive me. I absolve you.

And the deal stands.

Oh, yes.

Until it falls.

Happy birthday,

dear Molly.

Ours, I think. I think not.

Dolly, will you dance with me?

Look at me.

So you're not making noise.

Noisy little computer games for
telephones.

You're a good man, Duncan.

And that's rare enough.

Great night. Well done.

Well done you.

Teamwork.

Well, more fireworks after that next
week. Same time, same place.

And next tonight on BBC One, could we as
a nation cope with a terrorist attack?

Thought -provoking drama, Dirty War.