All language subtitles for monarch_of_the_glen_s06e04

Oh, this is what a man was made for.

What, beating his backside up in a boat?

Fighting a worthy foe in death -defying
elemental struggle.

I haven't had a battle like this since I
went head -to -head with a 15 -foot

marlin off the coast of Cuba.

You'll lose that one as well.

Help me, lad, help me.

Whoa!

Whoa!

What?

Hey!

You're up early.

Couldn't sleep either.

Can't believe Lexi's missing all the
excitement.

Is that what it is?

I think perhaps it's you that's missing
her.

I suppose we should welcome the
distraction.

For an operation.

Do you wish you were part of it?

No. So sad.

Disturbing someone's grave after 60
years.

We don't know it's a grave, Molly.

What happened, Donald?

I can't remember.

I was seven in 41.

All so long ago.

I don't think I can look at this
anymore.

You're right, Molly.

Frogman in the loch.

Brings back memories I'd rather forget.

Well, stupid of me, I'm sorry.

Let's just hope they find what they're
looking for and we can get back to

normal. Yeah, of course.

I'm sure they'll be going through.

I suppose it had to happen sometime.

You and your fishing.

Here you go.

How can you?

You any idea what that's doing to your
insides? You betcha.

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Everything's fine and dandy.

Tell you what, bring me back a nice fat
salmon.

First pint's on me tonight.

Try to contain my excitement.

Give me a break now.

It's not my fault I'm not dunking.

You are the laird of Glenbogle?

Aye. I was hoping I could ask you a few
questions.

I might answer some if you tell me who
you are.

Sorry. Jenny Cresswell, Highland
Chronicle.

Oh, right, yeah. Far away.

Were any of the MacDonald family living
here when the plane crashed?

Er, yes.

Donald. Donald.

MacDonald. MacDonald.

Donald.

MacDonald Donald?

Donald MacDonald.

Oh, sorry, I... That's his name.

Donald McDonald.

Right. Sorry, I'm a bit new to this.

Where would I find him?

Oh, you'll know him when you see him.

Eh? Thanks very much.

Is that it?

This is the biggest story I've had, Mr.
Bowman.

A chance to... I need to talk to you
like the real McDonald's.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Well,

I think probably... Liz, most of this
stuff can go.

Are you all set?

Having fun?

Not fun.

Serious business.

Yeah, yeah.

Cleans, trains, and automobiles.

You lot never gripe them, do you?

Sergeant Bowman!

Alex!

Uh, uh, Captain Favisham.

Or is it Major now?

Oh, Captain Military Formality's Paul.

Sarah will do nicely.

In your dreams, sunshine.

Hey.

Good to see you.

Good morning.

Oh, sorry. Alex Bavisham? Isabel
Anderson.

Alex was my commanding officer.

Worst job in the army.

No, no, we shared some tricky times
together.

Nonsense. You got me through them. So
where's the uniform?

I'm with the MOD now.

Paper shuffler, can you believe that?

You live here, do you? I farm on this
date.

Would you?

Really?

I wouldn't have had you down as a
farmer.

Yeah, well, it's because Isabel's a city
girl playing a bit of cropper.

Almost as absurd as a squally playing at
being a laird.

Oh, wave the white flag, Paul. I think
you're outgunned.

So how long are you up for, then?

As long as it takes to sort this out.

Is there much to sort out?

You'd be surprised what turns up in
these cases.

What are you expecting to find?

That remains to be seen, doesn't it?

Where are you billeted?

MOD expenses.

B &B with frills on everything.

Including the landlady's top lip.

Not anymore.

Movie kit bag up here. You're staying
with us.

That's very kind of you.

You never know. I'll be able to help.

Great, great.

Could use a decent second in command.

You're on.

No, no, no. Don't worry. I can fix this.
The only thing that you're any good at

fixing is the next drink.

I resent that.

I've spent my entire life around things
for character. What's this compared to a

highly tuned bugatti?

Something that won't kill me unless I
let you tinker with it. Oh, golly, my

saviour. If you have a moment, would you
have a look at Daisy for me? Oh, don't

give it to him. It's not his field.

So, alas, let us give you an overhaul
last week. Well, I think it might be the

break. It's all right, a glocking dead
deer, I grant you, but moving past my

thing. Going up Kinloch Hill, it was
like wading through mud.

Oh, Marley, that's one heck of a hill.

Hello, are you deceiving me?

Maybe for you, but I've been doing it
for 30 years.

Oh, good, a clan gathering.

I think we might have a problem.

Wasn't a coincidence, was it?

You coming up here.

When I saw Paul Bowman, laird of
Glenbogle, on the file, I couldn't

finding out it was my ex -sergeant.

To tell you the truth, it's a relief to
get away from the office.

Or should I say, airless cubicle between
a drinks machine and the gents.

Why all of you ever come down after
Kosovo?

I didn't have much choice, if you
remember.

No.

I wouldn't have had it any other way,
you know that.

But you might be able to help me now.

The divers found a few artifacts by the
wreck.

Some bones.

Human.

Unless they started awarding these to
Highland cattle.

Somebody's got to warn them at least.

With a bit of luck, they'll be gone in a
few days.

Yeah, just leave them to get on with it.

I don't know.

This guy from the MOD is not daft.

And he's got Paul in his back pocket.
You should have seen them together.

If anything needs doing, it's down to
me.

My responsibility.

Donald, dear, you are to responsibility
what your brother was to the concept of

the new man.

Do you mind?

This means a very great deal to me, and
I won't have you...

Am I interrupting something?

No, no, we were just talking about...
Meat.

Meat?

Butchers.

I mean meat.

Well, I'm sorry I missed the
conversation. It sounds fascinating.

Look, I just wanted to let you know I've
invited an old friend of today while

he's working down the lot.

Your friend from the ministry?

He travels fast.

I hope that's all right with everyone.

Of course, this is your home.

That's it.

We were just talking to Ewan about what
he should cook for dinner.

Wouldn't do to serve meat if your
friends are vegetarian.

Vegetarian? He's a soldier, Donald.

Decorated man of action.

What do you think we should serve him?
Not cutlets?

Good job I can think on my feet.

Cheerio, Kathy. Take care.

Here's a prayer.

Oh, my dear.

It's so good to see you.

I think I know why you're here.

Hold the fort, Tom, will you?

Such a good man, and I think that we
should rally round him in his hour of

What was it he used to say?

Careless talk costs loads.

I've lived in this village for 60 years.

You think you can leave the past behind?

Nothing's going to happen.

You don't know that, child.

Isn't there somewhere that you can go?

I don't know, Glasgow?

Just for a couple of days.

Too old. Besides, it'd give the game
away, wouldn't it?

Well, at least keep your head down. I
don't know.

Maybe it's time to come clean.

You can't.

A secret like this is a heavy burden for
everybody, not just me. I don't want to

get anyone in trouble. Listen to me.

They're going to look over the wreck,
make the report and go.

In a couple of weeks, I'll all be
forgotten.

Someone to see you, Dad.

A reporter.

I tried to get ready, but she insisted.

I'm writing a story about this plane.

Oh, hi.

Someone suggested I talk to you.

Good then.

One of the village's senior citizens.

Oh, well, that's all right.

So, what can you tell me?

I can help.

Can you?

You'd be the first.

My gran was born and died here, and she
wrote up a wee diary every day of her

life.

I can take a look if you like.

Oh, that would be really good of you.

I'm Isabel Anderson.

I live out by Glenbogle House in the
farm cottages.

Come out tonight, have a drink, I'll
tell you what I found.

Fantastic. I'll look forward to it.

Oh, Mr Taylor, you never answered my
question.

No.

Unfortunately, I came to the village
after the plane came down.

Oh, that's a shame.

Bye. Bye.

Well, I only spoke the truth.

We don't want to lose you or your
sausages.

I didn't know your gram kept a diary.

She didn't.

You fox.

You're just like her.

Well, I think we should tell Paul.

I agree.

Absolutely not.

Why does it be you two?

Nothing. What do you mean?

He is the lad.

As well as my employer.

And my stepson and your... What exactly?

Friend?

Okay, but you scratch the surface,
you'll still find a soldier.

Oh, come on, give the boy a chance.

He's agreed to give Alex all the help
that he wants. He can't wait to get

in. You're asking me to lie to him. No,
I'm asking you to say nothing so that an

old man can see that his day's in peace.

Captain Smoothie Chops goes back to
London, then we can tell Paul the whole

story.

Nessie, you beauty!

Well, you've earned that pint.

Half seven at the Gillies.

Yeah.

Not really in the mood.

All right.

Two pints. My final offer.

Come on. A bit laughing like you
shouldn't be sitting at home in a

want to be out there living at large.

I don't.

I'd be at home with a good book and a
mug of cocoa.

Lighten up, will you?

I mean, how long are you going to go on
moping?

He's gone and he's not coming back.

You think Duncan's turned into a boring
old fart?

Too right you are, isn't he? You in?

It's a horrible thing to say.

There's a life out there somewhere.

Go and live it, will you?

What?

It's quite hard to take you seriously
when you're waving a fish in front of my

face.

Right.

I've got to wash my hair.

Shall we make it eight?

You're on.

Checking up on me.

Checking up on you. Molly, Molly.

Wow.

Oh, Donald.

This is our house, yes.

Alex Favisham.

Ah. Hello.

How is it going to Alex? You were living
here in 1941.

Oh.

Oh, a mere lad.

That's been very exciting for you.

Well, I was a dreamer. Didn't notice
much.

Well, a plain ditch is in your lock. A
man on the run.

Man? What man?

The one who bailed out.

Who cares?

Are you interrogating me? Because if so,
I demand the presence of a lawyer.

Well, with your record, you'll know
plenty.

No, no, just chatting.

So you don't remember any strange
Englishmen?

In my experience, all Englishmen are
strange.

But it's not every day you meet a Nazi.

No, he wasn't.

I mean, I didn't meet anyone.

Good day.

Paul?

I've got McKinley on the right yet. No,
what's happened?

I'm running from the hell.

A touch of heartburn.

I told you I'm fine. No, you're not.

Golly, I found it mildly alarmed on the
phone, so it must be really bad.

But you sound so cheerful about it.

One little dizzy spell.

Molly, will you stop trying to bully me?

Your blood pressure's 190 over 80.

Words, please, Gordon, not numbers.

Higher than it should be.

I'm going to have to take a wee dram of
that Macdonald blood and check that

ticker of yours.

It'd better pop into the surgery later.

I'm not ill.

Am I?

Well, well, Donald McDonald.

You owe me ten pounds for a poker game
in 1959.

I haven't seen you in an agreeably long
time.

I've been counting the days.

You look awful.

The last whatever looks you had.

Drinking too much, I suppose. And you
could lose a couple of stone without

noticing it. Now, the money.

You could always leave it to me in your
will. I might be needing it soon.

Cheerio.

Donald?

What's going on? That man.

All he's missing is the hood and the
scythe over his shoulder. The plane.

You're hiding something.

Whatever gave you that idea?

I'm going to find out what it is.

One way or another.

What's it to be? Thumb screws?

Or the rack?

Where did you two boys meet?

Katrick camp.

Paul was promoted to sergeant in my
company.

And later we went to Kosovo, which
was... Character building.

Yeah. That's all.

Anyway, this was all a long time ago.

Well, not as long ago as 1941.

Paul told me you found the remains of
the pilot.

If it's a war grave, shouldn't it be
left in peace?

Oh, I will.

As soon as I find out what happened to
the other man.

The other man?

British spy working for the Nazis.

A girl named Tinkerbell.

Obviously a fan of Peter Pan.

How do you know all this?

It's in the archives.

Ours and the Germans.

We know he was never caught and he
didn't pop up in Germany again.

Well, surely you don't think he's still
around here.

Interesting suggestion, Molly.

I never thought of that.

Some him eat and can they eat.

But some would eat and want it.

But we him eat and we can eat.

So bless the Lord, be thanked.

Come now.

Don't look so worried.

It'll be all right.

He was a young man, so it's possible he
could still be alive.

He wouldn't be the first traitor to
change his identity and go underground.

But that wouldn't absolve him of guilt
for the death of the brave men he

betrayed.

My own grandfather was on a commando
mission in Norway, which was ambushed

because a double agent gave them away.

They were all murdered.

But surely, after all these years... I'm
not saying he'd go to prison for the

rest of his days, but those men deserve
some kind of justice, don't you think?

Sorry, Molly.

You're quite entitled to say what you
think.

It's just that people think spies are
glamorous, but they're not.

And there's nothing heroic about the
people who help them.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd better go
and see if my men have found anything

else.

Thank you for dinner.

I'll see you out.

They believe he's a spy.

You don't think?

I'll be back for a nightcap.

The young man, Donald.

Know something.

Leave him to me.

Here.

Nice snake.

Does it bite?

Only if you get too close.

Might be worth the risk.

A pint of lager and what do you fancy?

What to drink?

I don't when I'm working.

How about when you're not?

I'm off at ten.

Hi.

You made it. Yeah, sorry I'm late.

I tried to make a wee bit of an effort.

You look gorgeous.

Thank you.

Same again.

Oh, no.

She wasn't here.

I didn't know, but my gran spent most of
the warm Glasgow working in the

shipyards.

I'm really sorry, Janie.

Isabel, what am I going to do?

Why, what's wrong?

I'm really banking on this.

The job, not quite working out.

I'm kind of drinking in the last chance
saloon.

Well, in that case, I'd better get you
another, eh?

Well, this is funny.

No, it isn't.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea,
yeah, and... Fuck away with you.

Now that's what we should do.

Oh, no.

Cat's thing.

What are you looking at? That's the
whole point.

Look, you can be the eye candy and I'll
be the front man.

On crutches if you don't watch your lip.

Another pint for the lady.

I think it's great, by the way.

Sorry? Well, I mean, why should it
always be old men and young girls?

Oh, no, no, we're not... I think you're
very brave.

Especially looking like that.

You don't really think this spy's still
here, do you? Why not?

Whatever. Someone knows something.

But... Can't you just lay down the law?

Insist that anyone living on your land
says what they know or else.

Or else what?

They're not soldiers.

A bit of real authority usually works.

If I played the old man from the
ministry routine, you'd be surprised how

quickly people shut up.

No, not yet.

Want to bet?

50 quid says if there's anything to find
out about this spy, I'll get it before

you do.

Okay. You're on.

So, you coming to our karaoke
competition?

It's not really my sort of thing.

No.

You look more of a folk club sort of
person.

Might be a bit of a humiliation all
round.

What is your problem?

Are you serious about the karaoke?

Are you up for it?

Yeah. Yeah. If you do it properly.

Rehearse and whatever.

Keltner. Fine.

Cheers.

Arnold. Oh.

Guilty conscience.

What have I got to feel guilty about?

You tell me.

I really don't know what you're... He
wasn't an arty, you said.

Who wasn't an arty? Oh, he warned.

I boxed as a lad. Just tell me what you
know.

Oh, I'm suddenly feeling quite faint.

Well, don't call me that.

Oh, what are you doing harripping Donald
like that?

Feeble old man.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

He's on to something.

What do you mean, feeble?

Right. Nothing heavy -handed.

Not the press to get wind of this.

Just take a couple of men to a door -to
-door.

Yes, sir.

So you don't know anything then? No, we
can't. We don't. Okay, thank you.

Come, young man. What on earth have you
been doing with yourself?

You never told us there was another man
in the plane.

And that he was a spy.

Not as it's important.

Well, they found the remains of a body.

With the remains of a pilot's uniform
around him.

And you think I was the spy?

You don't believe me. It's not that.

No, it's that I'm lost.

Without you, I was lost.

I'm very busy this morning, Mr Taylor.

It's all right, I can't buy my own
bacon.

And you're breaking quarantine.

Any chance of a lift?

How can I help you, Mr Bone?

Oh, fine.

I'm a bit old -fashioned about these
things, perhaps when we know each other

better.

What would you like?

Ich mochte Wahrheit, bitte.

The Great Escape.

An enjoyable film. Especially that great
moment.

You speak German?

I spent some time there.

How did this British fascist who was
spying for the Nazis?

You speak German, too?

I spent some time there. The last war, I
was in the Air Force.

On which side?

Tell me, why are you here?

I know.

Can't prove it, but I know.

And I think you should come clean.

Otherwise other people, friends of mine
and yours, are going to get in a lot of

trouble. Anything else?

Yeah.

I'll have some of your delicious liver
sausage.

I must tell me where you learned to make
it.

One day.

Paul, perhaps?

Check the pick.

There you are.

You like that all over?

I can cook, too.

Why are you going to cook something for
me?

I'm always up for something spicy.

So he cooks.

He's a fit.

Can you think?

Watch me win the karaoke.

You might if we do it together.

Oh, aye.

Oh, no. Of course, we'd have to put in
some practice around my place.

Run through a few moves.

Make, um, sweet music together.

Go.

You can drop the act.

I know what's going on.

I wish I did.

Why don't you tell me?

Why do you think, Sergeant Bowman? Not
anymore.

Oh, come off it, Paul.

You've been doffing your cap ever since
your squally friend arrived.

I should have been told.

I'm trying to protect an innocent man.

I know where my loyalties lie.

What about you?

So, how have you been?

Not so good.

Just... Staring out of the window,
waiting.

Not cycled up any mountains, then?

What? For a little thing like me?

You'll see me out tomorrow, MacDonald.

But you've seen the ECG results for
yourself.

We're going to have to take care of you.

How can you be so sure he's innocent?

My gran was an impeccable judge of
character.

Your gran?

Yes. She helped him. She believed in
him.

Well, what if Mr Taylor managed to pull
her?

That'd have been a damn good actor.

Spies usually are.

Maybe that's why he survived for so
long.

Alex won't give up until he gets a
result.

I won't believe that my godfather's a
spy. Your godfather?

There you are.

How are things going? Good anyway, yeah?

Maybe.

People are always happy to talk to Paul.

And trust him.

Let's just see how things turn at the
end of the day.

In other words, you've got nothing.

Ah, well, need to push on. Boss is
breathing down my neck, telling me

money, and I'm running out of both.

Oh.

Still good for that 50, though.

50?

Thanks for not saying anything.

I think it's best for everyone if Irving
tells the truth.

Now, if he doesn't complain to Alex, I
will.

Not till tomorrow morning.

As I guessed, clean bill of health.

That's a great relief, Molly.

So, that's that.

How do you feel about retro?

Retro what?

Like wham.

Oh, do you not know your pop history,
son?

That's George Michael before he was
George Michael.

Got you.

Or there's always the late, great Marvin
Gaye.

I have till in ten minutes.

What's going on?

This has been hard on you, hasn't it?

It's part of my life.

I thought it was dead and buried.

When I saw that plane rise up out of the
water, so many bad memories came too.

I wish it had sunk back into the mud and
take them with it.

There you are.

I got a two -foot backing track from a
shop in town.

Shouldn't have gone to the bonnet.

But you love the wind, don't we?

Yeah.

Well... I can't do it.

What do you mean?

I've told Zoe I'll sing with her.

Huh?

I'm sorry, it wasn't my idea, you know.

She's just come over and, you know, she
just...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I understand.

But that idea... Not really my thing.

Fine.

Vote 3 on 93.

Yes.

My late brother had his falls, but...

At least he always kept a pretty fine
cellar.

Well, things to do. What about your
fault?

How did you get hold of this?

You think a senior MOD official can't
get access to the police computer?

Colorful life you've led.

Who wants to live in monochrome,
Captain?

But you are subject to a police curfew
order.

Red tape.

Which you've cut.

You have infringed the Data Protection
Act.

An order can be lifted, you know.

If it's clearly in the national
interest.

Oh. First threats, then base
inducements, tell me.

Where does honor sit in this murky world
of yours, Captain Fabersham?

Hmm?

Yeah.

You'll want this to take back to London.

One should always have something
sensational to read on the train.

I need a boat hold.

You seem troubled, laddie. I'm not a
laddie.

Has Donald been this way?

Who are you talking to?

It's Dick.

Help tenderise it.

Thanks for not dressing me up.

What's the problem?

Ah, the oldest one. Perhaps I can help.

I've travelled widely on the continent
of love.

What's more important, Donald?

Sex or friendship?

Over the years, I've changed my view.

This may seem rather unfashionable, but
sex.

Oh, every time.

There you are.

We've got to put a stop to this once and
for all. Will you help me?

I want you to be completely honest with
me.

Yes, I think I know what this is about.

You knew all along, didn't you?

Well, it's complicated, Paul.

Is it?

Seems a very straightforward question of
loyalty to me.

Okay, I need you to call the diversion.

Can you do it?

Oh, my dear.

It's the only thing I was ever any good
at.

Come on.

Help!

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help!

Help!

Oh, there he goes.

There, after him.

What the

hell

are you doing?

I'm putting the bike where it belongs.

Cause nothing but trouble and upset.

Now, you just want to stand there,
you're going to help me?

What, betray my mate? I can't do that.

It's like what you are, Paul.

Part of this community, you're a
stranger that should never have left the

He's a good man.

Everyone knows it.

It's all that matters.

Now, if you don't believe that, you
don't believe in anything here.

Please.

I'll be back in a minute.

Until I post a guard, or can I trust you
while I sort this out?

You know what I'm thinking, don't you?

What was all that about? Why don't you
tell me?

Come to me the very first day and tell
me the whole story.

I could have helped you, him, everyone.

Why don't you trust me, Isabel?

Right, the truth, and nothing but the
truth, and no more lies, Sergeant Bone.

Next time you've got a bright idea, do
me a favour and keep it to yourself.

I could have had round a couple of
squattings when I was your age. Now, how

you wish to let the sirloin do its work?

What is it?

I'll lift it and tell him I don't need
you, idiot.

What's the matter?

He's delayed me a deed.

Twice.

Oh, no.

Well, never mind.

Third time lucky, Donald, eh?

Oh, it's just not your day, is it, black
-eyed?

Complete dog's dinner on the Jessica
front. Word of advice, my heart. Of all

doors into your advice.

I want solution.

Large slice of humble pie.

You're the cook. Get baking.

Go away.

Stern, but characteristic greeting.

Oh, this is where you say evening,
Doctor.

Sorry.

Sorry, Doctor. I'm just surprised to see
you, that's all.

Why so?

Since Smalley was given the old clear.

Oh.

So that's what she told you.

Well, ladies' prerogative, I suppose.

Perhaps you could tell her I dropped by.

Things we need to organize.

Right.

You keep this really lovely, Molly.

It's his birthday next week.

Jamie would have been... 38.

Imagine that.

Promise me one thing. You'll take care
of this little patch when I'm gone.

Why didn't you tell me?

I've just seen the doctor.

Did he say anything?

Didn't have to.

So what is it?

Just give it me straight.

It's a tiny thing in my heart. Well,
quite a vital tiny thing, which goes...

tickety -tock, tickety -tock, when it
should go tick -tock, tick -tock.

The other way around.

I never did have much sense of rhythm
anyway.

That's why I've been feeling so rotten.
I have to go to hospital and have an

operation.

It just seems like arrhythmia.

Arrhythmia, is that what it is?

Something like that.

Don't glower at me like that. You look
like an undertaker. Yeah, great dafty.

You had me worried there.

You mean it's not terrible?

Lots of people get it.

Manager of Manchester United, the Prime
Minister.

And the operation takes five minutes.

What a shame.

I would find such a lovely funeral.

I hope you're going to give those two a
bollocking over the way they roughed you

one up.

You are joking. They should be on a
charge.

It only happened because you tried to
sabotage an MOD operation.

You're damn lucky I don't report you.
I'm not in the army anymore, Alex, and

neither are you.

I have to say, I feel badly let down by
you.

After all I did for you.

I'll never forget it.

But I've got other obligations now. I
understand what you're doing.

You're trying to prove something, mostly
to yourself.

What do you mean? I think you might be
wrong.

If you'd let me help... Help?

You've done nothing but obstruct me
since the moment I arrived. Hear, hear.

Everyone's clammed up, like they're
scared to speak.

What are you, Laird or a Mafia don?

She's right.

My men got nowhere.

The village has taken a vow of silence.

Maybe I could shed a little light on all
this.

Unter officer Erwin Schneider.

Now, if you'll permit me, I'd like to
set the record straight.

60 years ago, I was the pilot of this
plane here.

Then how do you explain the bones and
remnants of a pilot's uniform?

I had a passenger, a very important man.

I gave him my flying jacket.

Did you now?

It was so cold in the plane.

We were heading for the west of Scotland
under the cover of darkness.

He was going to jump north of Glasgow.

Well, I lost my way.

and hit the coast slap bang over Dundee
with all its guns.

We were hit, he was injured, and we lost
an engine from the starboard wing.

We were finished.

So when I spotted the water, I told him
to jump. I opened the canopy, but he

couldn't make it.

And I was floating down to earth.

A plane hit the water.

Terrible. What happened? I sheltered in
the woods.

And early the next morning, I came to a
clearing near a waterfall.

And a few feet away, I saw the body of a
boy.

And my old life ended.

His face was so cold.

I thought he was dead.

But I wasn't.

You? I'd had an argument with my father
the day before.

Ran away.

Broke my ankle.

Couldn't move.

Foolish boy.

So I had a dilemma.

I carried him for miles.

Schnellbieter!

Schnellbieter! Then I saw the big horse
and screamed for help.

I didn't know what was going to happen
to me.

I was scared.

I wanted to run.

But I was exhausted.

Well, the laird took me into the house.

You saved my life.

Not that I can say I've done a great
deal with it.

Oh, I wouldn't say that. We're all very
fond of you.

Are you?

Well, up to a point. I wouldn't have had
it any other way.

I've had such a happy life here.

You could have been hung as a spy.

And the villagers didn't give you up?

Well, a few of them wanted me handed
over, but... The laird and his wife

them round.

Isabelle's grandmother was a great help.
Oh, that. I was put under a sort of

house arrest at Kate's Farm to work as a
kind of unofficial prisoner of war.

Now, if I had attempted to escape, she
would have got the blame. So, as far as

I'm concerned, she's the hero.

So, that's your Messerschmitt 109.

Actually, it's a 110 Mark F.

Not so fast as the 109, but twice the
range.

Would you like me to tell you about the
Daimler -Benz inverted V12 engines?

So what happens now?

Soldiers have to make choices.

Sometimes they involve the lives of
other people.

I salute this man and what he did.

Just as I salute you.

I came here to do a job, Paul.

It's what I signed up for, my duty.

Can it just end here?

He's an old man, Alex.

And a good one.

Your duty is to do what's right.

And you will be throwing a man to the
lions if you publish this.

This is the story of a lifetime.

Make the nationals.

Ban my career.

And destroy a man, his family, and a
community.

Can you live with that?

Stop looking at me like that.

Ball's in your court.

If you keep stung.

Don't do this to me.

Please.

Go for you.

This is kind of you, Golly, but it's not
quite the same as cycling down.

Daisy!

You know what the doctor said?

He said, don't overtax yourself.

Didn't say anything, but you're not
going downhill.

Give me a push, then.

Shouldn't we?

My

godfather

says you make a good lad.

What do you say?

Cheers.

I owe you an apology.

You were just doing your job.

Oh, thank you. Yeah, well, I may not be
doing that for much longer.

What's that?

I think my days at the MOD are coming to
an end.

Because of this?

It's time for a change, fresh start.

I've been there myself.

What did you do?

Came up here.

That's an idea.

Why don't you stay here while you sort
things out?

Well, I... Yeah, you should.

Should I?

Thought you were going out.

What's up?

There's nothing to talk.

Come on.

It's nothing. I'm just being silly.

What is it?

I was supposed to be singing with Ewan
at the karaoke, but this girl, he's been

asked out. Right.

No, Dad, don't. I'm just going to have a
quiet word with the boy. Oh, please

don't.

You're a good girl, Jess.

You're too good to be messed about by a
daft lad and a minx of a barmaid.

Come on.

Get your glad rags on.

Come on.

Hey, how you doing?

Good evening, everybody.

Hi there, how you doing?

Evening. Two bottles of beer, a whiskey
and a red wine, please.

Three prospects of a journalist with a
sense of morality.

Zero. Nada.

Kaput.

about with nothing.

I'll be signing on next week.

I don't suppose you'd be interested in
exclusive profile, veteran Formula One

driver, recently retired to country
seat.

Do you know one? As long as there are a
few shillings in it for me, you're

talking to the flying Scotsman.

Sounds interesting.

Are you still driving, then?

Yes, have you not? You've problems with
Mr. Dee -da -dee -da of late.

Yeah?

Racing ace who's lost his license.

That's a good story.

Excuse me.

Don't go!

Well, ladies and gentlemen, we've got a
big treat for you now, so you pay your

hands together for Mr.

Ewan Brodie!

Good evening, Glastonbury.

Tonight, I'm going to think of you as a
very special person who deserves better

from a friend.

Jess, would you come up here?

You in?

Come on, Jess.

This is supposed to be a duet.

I can't sing a note in tune.

What? I just wanted you to say you have
a good time again.

What?

old friend.

Captain Favisham gave me this.

It belongs to you?

No.

This belonged to another man.

And he died a long time ago.