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You're already getting behind on the
rent, and now the bank's chasing you.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Well, how about this is your dream,
Isabel, and it'll take as long as it

to get the farm going again, so don't
worry about it.

Well, what message would that send to my
other tenants?

That you're a great guy.

You're putting me in a really awkward
position, isn't it? Oh, well, God forbid

that you should be made to feel awkward,
Paul.

OK, all right, I'll give you another
month rent -free, but...

But that's it.

I don't need your charity.

I'll try my best to sort things out for
you here.

Look, I think you'd better go.

I've had enough nasty surprises for one
day.

I suppose they've seen better days.

All of them have seen better days.

Maybe he's hungry.

Are you hungry?

I've got some bread and jam.

Yeah, well, there's egg, bacon, sausage
and fried tomato.

I was joking.

You could probably even risk a kiss
goodbye without totally destroying your

reputation as the local grump. Who says
I'm a grump?

I don't know.

You see, that's why I've been brought
along.

To bring a bit of light relief and fun
to your life.

To turn this into this.

You're nuts.

That's a good job one of us is.

Come on.

Give us that kiss.

Don't let me cramp your style.

One word of warning.

Here we go.

When a woman brings you flowers, she's
not doing it out of the goodness of her

heart.

She's looking for something in return.

Really?

It's time to break out the Barry White
albums, Dad.

Barry White?

The Red Roses bought.

Champagne on ice.

It's time for the big, I know it's not
Valentine's Day, but who cares, romantic

gesture.

I hope you're up to it.

You'll pause for breath in a minute.

Finished?

Good. Up on your feet.

You've had the courtesy lunch. Time to
get back on the road.

Where am I going?

Wherever you were going before.

Where am I now?

You're on the Glen Bogle estate.

Glen Bogle? Yeah, and you'll shortly be
leaving the Glen Bogle estate. So let's

go.

What's your name?

Um... I can't remember. It's, uh...

I can't remember anything.

Can I have a word?

What have I done now?

No, no, son, no. I just need your
advice.

On what?

On what, in your opinion, constitutes a

romantic dinner.

As he's suffering from hypothermia and
is weak through lack of food.

And that could explain his
disorientation and loss of memory.

What do you recommend?

Bed rest and regular meals.

How much bed rest?

Oh, it depends.

A day or two, perhaps.

He can't stay here for two days.

There's plenty of room at Glenbogo.

Why can't he stay there?

Because we've got no idea who he is.

Well, if we did, he wouldn't need to
stay there, would he?

He is not staying at Glenbogle.

When we get to the house, I'll call PC
Callum and find out who he is and where

he's from.

So you are concerned about him?

No. If I find out who he is, he becomes
someone else's problem.

Molly!

Ah, you're looking really well.

Thank you.

The break in the health farm was just
what I needed.

The lasso therapy, seaweed wraps, this
yoga, that yoga.

It's amazing what a regular detox will
do.

Oh, better than mind.

And also, it gave me a chance to
prioritize what's important to me.

Top of the list is friendship.

Real friendship.

Which is why I'm inviting you to a
carefully balanced, wheat -free, meat

dinner at Glembogel tonight.

Tonight?

Is that a problem?

I'm sorry, Lassa. I can't make it
tonight.

How about tomorrow?

Could I get back to you on that one?

Of course.

Molly.

It's good to see you.

Lovely hat.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Either Paul's buying our wallet or we're
opening up as a whore.

Are you married?

I don't know.

Kids? I don't know.

Where do you live?

He doesn't know.

He doesn't know anything.

He's lost his memory. Remember?

We could try word association.

Yeah, or you could try tracing any
missing persons.

Have you done this before?

Have you?

No.

What about her wallet?

There was nothing on him.

I get back to the station, I'll run a
deception through the victim, see if it

turns up.

We're really glad we called you in.

I don't know what we would have done
without you.

Here to help.

If he's going to be staying here for a
while, we can't keep referring to him as

him. We ought to give him a name.

He's not going to be staying here any
longer than he has to. If he was an

injured animal, you'd let him stay till
he was better.

Not in Hector's pyjamas, I wouldn't.

I won't betide anyone that's in trouble
that needs your help.

Yeah, especially if they're not willing
to be helped.

These need cleaned.

I'd boil them if I were you. I suggest
dry cleaning.

You heard the lady.

How about Alan?

Who's Alan?

For a name.

Doesn't look like an Alan.

What about... Richard?

Oh, no. I had an accountant once called
Richard most unsightly creature.

Terry!

Jerry, Larry, Liam.

Liam? Liam feels good.

We thought we'd call you Liam. What do
you think?

Well, I think you can call me whatever
you like.

Then Liam it is.

Excellent.

He's going to milk this for all his
worth.

How come you never trust anyone?

Here's the experience.

Is the drive not big enough for you?

Kelly!

Isabel. I thought you said you weren't
getting up till later on tonight. I got

up early.

Brilliant. So, who's this?

Paul. Pleased to meet you, Paul.

My wife.

Kelly's my old boss from Edinburgh. She
was one of the best headhunters in the

business. That figures.

So how do you fit into her life, Paul?

I'm the person who tries to make it as
miserable as possible.

And doing a great job so far.

Thank you.

Paul's a laird.

Well, if all the lads are like you, you
can see why they both stay together this

long. They aren't.

Most of them are far richer.

And much more forgiving.

And this is you.

Hi.

Cute.

And I thought you'd be surrounded by
bearded wee jokes and kelts and tamis.

Come here, you.

She thought I was cute.

She'd eat you alive.

Can I help, Molly?

I'm just putting together some energy
foods for Liam.

If he's going to get strong, he's going
to need building up.

Can't he just eat what we do?

A man is in need of sustenance.

And as for the food that we eat, Ewan, I
wanted to talk to you about that.

Have you ever heard of superfoods?

Superfoods? We need to change our diet.

More greens, less meat.

Liam's presence here gives us the
perfect opportunity to get up to date

new way of thinking. We can nourish him
and ourselves at the same time.

Do you have any fresh ginger for this
banana, broccoli and courgette smoothie?

How long's that piece of thin?

Wouldn't want to bump into him that dark
night.

On the contrary, dear boy.

Uncle Sebastian's the one person you'd
have delighted to bump into.

Sebastian Fergus MacDonald.

Or to give him his local moniker, the
Pathfinder.

You mean he had a compass and a map?

No. He had the gift of orientation, a
benefaction bestowed upon him on stormy

night by the spirit of the Glen.

All right.

He was caught in a terrible storm out on
the hill, staring certain death in the

face.

Cold, wet, and with hope all but
extinguished. He suddenly saw, dancing

the snowy blizzard, a light.

A light?

As he stumbled closer, it moved away, so
he followed.

It led him down the glen till finally,
in the distance, he could pick up the

welcoming lights of glen.

When he turned to thank his savior, he
was gone.

The spirit.

All he could remember was his eyes.

His eyes.

Blood red, glowing through the falling
snow.

In truth, Sebastian was a... crashing

boar whose one passion in life was the
cultivation of the perfect begonia.

But it's good to know I haven't lost the
knack of drawing in an audience.

Is this fair bound for our guest?

I am.

Allow me.

How's he doing?

Well, he's given him a wee haircut and
he's had a shave.

Looks almost human. Is there any dinner?

I'll tell him.

What's in the bag?

Bites. If it's edible, keep it closed.

Donald's with him.

Oh, no.

I'm not sure that's such a good idea,
Donald.

Oh, a garden.

Brandy after dinner is one of the marks
of a civilised society, dear chap.

Dr McKendrick strongly advised against
alcohol.

Well, I don't see how a couple of
glasses of vintage Cardinal Mendoza

a lot of difference.

Yes, the taste might even spark a memory
or two.

Don't push it, sunshine.

Well, I'd best do as Dr McKendrick says.

What happened to my clothes?

Well, we drew straws and those of us
that voted for burning them were

defeated by those who opted for dry
cleaning.

I was just saying to Liam what a
liberating experience it must be to be

free of one's past.

Which suggests that you feel a prisoner
of yours, Donald.

That's where all prisoners of our
past... Isn't that right, Paul?

If you say so. Oh, the wrong turns and
shortcuts we've made.

The pain we've caused, the sins we have
committed.

Speak for yourself, Donald.

These are the shadows that close in at
night and shake us from our rest. I envy

you your immunity, Liam.

You have trouble sleeping?

Ever since my return.

Believe me, there are parts of my past
I'd give a king's ransom to erase.

You said you grew up here.

Happy, carefree days.

How come in all the paintings and
photographs I've seen on the wall here,

there's not one of you?

What?

Dad?

You reset all the padlocks on the hill
gates after I checked them today, didn't

you?

What is the point of me doing things if
you just follow on behind and redo them?

It's my reputation on the line if the
deer get into the woods.

What are you doing?

It was you that said to do something
romantic, but the potatoes are nowhere

boiled and the trout is cooked already.

It's a disaster.

Well, with romantic gestures, it's the
thought that counts as much as the

gesture. Is it? Is it? Well, I hope
you're right.

She's early.

She's early! Dad, calm down.

Get the potatoes on a high heat, wrap
the fish in tinfoil and into the oven to

stay warm and get the other veg going.

What's the starter?

Vessel soup and croutons. But look, the
soup's not well done.

Dad! Dad!

It'll be delicious, all right?

I'll get the door.

Jess, Jess, Jess, Jess, Jess, Jess,
Jess.

I thought it might be better if it was
just making me feel like a man.

Right.

Well, just make sure you don't get up to
any funny business.

Keep the music down, and I want this
place looking exactly as I left it when

get back.

Hmm. I think your croutons are ready.

Brilliant.

Please.

I hope Donald will be all right.

Don't worry about Donald. He has a habit
of landing on his feet.

Now, I want you to concentrate on the
objects I'm going to show you.

Is this like a test?

Well, it might help you remember
something.

It does. I don't think I'm very good at
tests.

Anything?

Sorry.

Oh, come on, you must remember
something.

I told you, I'm not very good at tests.

Don't look at it as a test, then.

Just say the first thing that comes into
your head, OK?

Yes?

It's a banana.

And?

And, uh... Could I have it? I mean, if
it's going spare.

My talent radar's picking up absolutely
nothing in here.

Did your laird ever come to the pod? I
hope not.

And he's not my laird.

Hey.

Hey, Jess. What are you doing here?

Oh, hi.

Keeping out the way of love's young
dream.

What about you?

Got my friend Kelly here up from
Edinburgh. Sure know what the Glenbogle

nightlife does, don't you?

Oh, right.

If you're quick, you might just make the
last train back to Edinburgh.

Oh,

the native cake. Well, there's a getting
wrestler.

Hello. Hiya.

Can I get you a drink?

Do you know what I really want?

What?

To dance.

Dance? Now.

She's a breath of fresh air. I'm telling
you, when we went out in Edinburgh, no

one was safe.

I believe you.

How is it?

Perfect.

How's yours?

The fish is a bit dry and the potatoes
could have done maybe a bit longer.

Listen, Rick Stein, it's lovely.

And it'd be even better if you could
relax and enjoy it, too.

Now, listen.

What about this holiday idea?

When was the last time you went away?

I went to Ollapool once. I think I was
about 20 or something.

I hope you're joking.

You're not, are you?

Are you all right?

Fine, fine.

Can I come in?

Can you come in?

I've baked a wheat -free courgette
souffle. It's gluten and dairy -free,

there was some left over, and I thought
of you and Jess here, all on your own.

Molly,

this is Meg.

Meg. Molly.

Very pleased to meet you, Molly.

Meg's just moved into the village.

Really?

Trust me to come barging in.

Can we offer you a glass of wine or
something?

No, thank you. And I can see that you
don't need this or me.

Do.

Sit back down, Golly. I'll tea myself
out.

Is there something you haven't been
telling me, Golly?

Look, Jane, I don't want to see your
face around here again, you hear me?

You've ruined everything!

From now on, you're not part of this
family!

And if I see you again, I won't be
responsible for my actions!

Rise and shine.

So, how are we this month?

Good morning.

What's up with you?

Can't a guy just be happy to be alive on
such a glorious morning?

Have you just had a delivery?

No.

Our visitor had an ulterior motive for
coming here.

He must have had it planned all along.

What are you talking about?

Police, please.

There's silver missing from the dining
room.

Paul! There is a perfectly good
explanation for this.

Ah, thanks for the clothes, Paul. I'm
not sure it's my colour. Where are they

taking them?

Where are who taking what?

Conveniently losing your memory again,
are you? Where are your pals taking the

silver? What pals?

Paul! I had the silver removed.

I've been meaning to get it
professionally cleaned for ages, and the

finally came to collect it today.

I think the oleum and apology.

There's no need.

No, no.

Molly's right.

I'm sorry.

No harm done.

Happens all the time.

How do you know?

What?

Well, forgive me if you can't remember
anything.

How do you know it happens all the time?

Well, I imagine it does.

Wondering about looking like I did.

Bit of an easy target.

I'm really sorry.

Forgotten it already.

What a coincidence, because I gave Paul
a pullover just like that for Christmas.

Oh, really?

Paul!

Where are my pictures?

Eh?

Hector. He wouldn't.

He couldn't.

Yes, he could.

And he did.

You conspired with him in this, didn't
you? It is no good lashing out at me,

Donald.

You made this bed for yourself a long
time ago, and now I'm afraid you're just

going to have to lie in it as best you
can.

Oh, dear.

So, what are we doing today?

In case you haven't noticed, it's a
working farm, which means it has to be

worked.

By you?

Yeah, I've come the rest of the day off,
unfortunately.

No.

You thought you'd pick up a food order
today, same with the trouble of

delivering. I've got a friend staying.

How thoughtful.

I also brought some aquafonts and filter
coffee, in case you didn't have any.

I love this man.

This has to be one of the prettiest
houses in Scotland.

You know you're in Scotland, then?

Certain things I seem to instinctively
know.

If I'm putting you in a difficult
position, Paul, I'm sorry, but I promise

I'm not here to cause any harm.

At least I don't think I am.

I'm sorry again about earlier.

No, it's your job to protect the house
and its inhabitants. I understand that.

I should know better than most what it
is to feel like an outsider.

Mistrusted by everyone.

I can't believe that.

You and I have a lot more in common than
you know, Liam.

Has anything sparked a memory for you?

Nothing significant.

If anything does, you'll be the first to
know, as long as it's not anything

embarrassing or deeply humiliating.

Or incriminating, of course.

I'm joking.

They're matching 12 -bore percussion
double -barrel shotguns.

Very rare.

Made by Thompson of Aberdeen, 1885.

How do you know that?

It's written on it there.

They haven't worked for years.

Golly hasn't managed to fix them, so I
thought I'd have a go.

Probably barrelled by Pritchard John of
London.

Morning.

It's about mid -last night.

I felt such a fool.

With any consolation, not half as
foolish as I felt.

Well, you weren't the one barging in on
a romantic dinner, brandishing a

souffle.

No.

Why didn't you say anything?

Friends don't keep secrets like that
from each other. I know, and I...

I told you about Meg yesterday.

You know why I didn't?

She seems very nice.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Very nice.

So, you go away for a short break?

Have everything changed?

Not everything.

Yes, Collie.

I'll be off to check the deer.

Do you want to follow and make sure I do
it properly, or...?

There's

a new restaurant open locally that I was
going to check out, and I don't suppose

you'd be interested.

In going out to dinner. I loved it.

With me, I mean.

The answer's still yes.

Oh, and do you have any organic
radicchio or celeriac?

What's that in Scottish?

Radicchio or celeriac?

Then no.

Oh, here she comes.

That new dancing teacher.

And we all know what they say about
dancing teachers, don't we? Do we?

Light on their feet.

Now, you know I don't like to spread
gossip, but the feeling is she never

anywhere for long.

Really?

Here today and gone tomorrow, if you
catch my drift.

Hello there.

Not interrupting anything, am I? No, no,
no, no. We were just talking about

Rodicchio. Well, your best bet would be
to order it from Avie Moore, according

to some of the ladies in my class.

There's an organic outlet there that
delivers.

Come,

come, come, come, come, come.

What?

I know it's really hard work, but it
must be so satisfying selling food

grown yourself.

You can't put a price on that.

I think the bank would disagree with you
there.

And it is so quiet and peaceful compared
to Edinburgh.

Slow, but in a good way.

Kelly?

Kieran can't get who to commit?

Well, tell him to try again, and if that
doesn't work, try again and again, OK?

Trouble?

You remember Boyd Hegarty?

I thought you secured that contract.

Every time we get close, he falls back.

The trouble is, he loved you, and now
you're not part of the firm. He's not so

keen.

And we could certainly do with his
business.

I love his number.

Mr. Haggerty, please.

Isabel Anderson.

Boy!

I can't believe you're still dragging
your heels with Kelly.

But, but, but what?

I know it's a big commitment. That's why
you want to make it with the best

possible people.

Most of the farms are doing fine. A
couple are struggling and one's in a lot

trouble.

Isabel's?

I don't know how much longer she'll be
here.

She's leaving?

She isn't making the farm work.

You mean you're thinking of evicting
her?

I may not have a choice.

You always have a choice, Paul. She's
the kind of person you should be working

hard to keep here.

Not easy when she refuses any help I
offer.

Well, you just have to keep trying.

And what makes you qualified to give
advice?

What qualifications do I need?

Well, usually personal experience, but
since you can't remember any of yours...

Ah, you're testing me again.

I hope. Had to get me out of your hair.

Before I came to Glenborgo, I'd lost
most of my family, my...

my history.

I found them when I... came here.

But can the lights help me find you?

And get you out of my hair, of course.

Ah, I wish I'd never mentioned the
pictures of Donald.

I feel responsible for his predicament.

Whatever Donald's predicament, it is
invariably down to Donald. No one else.

Well, look, next time I'm back in
Edinburgh, I'll let you buy me dinner,

OK.

Bye.

You'll sign this afternoon?

What a

pleasant surprise.

I don't normally care what people think
about me, golly.

But I don't want things to reflect badly
on you.

Oh, maybe not.

So I think it best if we cool things for
a while.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about small communities and
narrow -minded people.

And you can tell Molly that if she's
going to chatter about someone, then

do it in the vegetable market with
Geraldine. It's like hanging out a

saying, beware, gossip's at work.

Now, let's take some tongue sandwiches
and a few slices of lemon meringue pie.

Yeah. And, um, some of Molly's delicious
three -bean salad with the fat -free

dressing. I thought you said you weren't
eating any more of that stuff.

No, you must have misheard me.

No, you said it was kind for grazing
herbivores, but you're not a cow. Ah!

Everything all right, Molly?

I seem to be putting my foot in it with
everyone lately.

First Donald, now Golly.

Never let the sun go down on bad
feeling.

I'm afraid there have been too many
sunsets on the bad feelings between

and myself.

And as for Coralie, I think I've
interfered enough.

You got a real buzz out of making that
call, didn't you?

Yeah, it felt pretty good.

Things haven't been the same since you
left the company. I feel like I'm

carrying the place on my own.

You couldn't have to do it. Yes, but I
don't want to.

I didn't come here for a break, Isabel.

I came here to see how you were doing
and if it felt right to offer you a job.

I'm talking 50 -50, a partnership.

That means a considerable pay rise and a
real step up the career ladder.

I don't know what to say.

Well, don't say anything for now. Just
think about it.

You're the best and I want you back.

I want you back and standing next to me.

He's bested others before.

How's our friend doing?

Still sulking?

I am not sulking.

I'm coming to terms with the fact that
my past has been cruelly wrested from

Did we pack the sandwiches?

I had to limit the meat.

I'm out tonight, so it's a cold platter
and one of Molly's salads.

Ah!

Do I sense romance in the air?

He believes he's on a promise.

I believe he's on a hiding to nothing.

And what do you know about it?

Bunging deep into the well of my
experience with women, Isabelle's friend

cockette, a siren luring you onto the
rocks of despair.

Well, if something bright and unexpected
comes along, you should always follow

it.

It's only to see where it takes you.

You're no lost hiker.

Who are you?

I don't know.

Oh!

Ewan! Who died? Who died?

Who died?

I did it yourself.

You were expecting someone else?

I thought it might have been Meg.

Is she not here?

No, no. She said something about people
gossiping about her in the village.

A misunderstanding.

I was in the market talking to Geraldine
and Meg arrived and... Well, anyway,

she's decided not to come round here so
much.

I'm so sorry.

I admit...

I was worried about you, and so I wanted
to find out more about Meg.

I would appreciate it, Molly, if you
stopped worrying about me.

I can't do that.

Sorry?

I'll always look out for you, Golly,
always.

And if you can't accept that, then...

Have you thought about my offer?

Well, the way things have been going,
it'd be really stupid not to come back

with you.

Without you?

It's a very strong maybe.

Brodie?

Yes, please.

There's a bill.

Kelly invited me. You don't mind, do
you? Of course he doesn't.

Anything you and I want to do, we can do
in front of you. Can't we do it?

Aye.

Well, I hope they've got plenty of these
because tonight we are celebrating.

Celebrating what?

Isabel is packing up the farm and coming
back to work with me in Edinburgh.

I didn't say that. As good as.

To the future.

I thought Liam's suit was just a muddy
brown jacket and trousers, but this is

really well made.

Even a man of my impeccable taste
wouldn't be ashamed to be seen in this.

could even be an estate tweed.

Oh, well.

Oh, my dear boy, do you know nothing
relating to your illustrious new

Every estate has its own distinctive
tweed.

If you trace this pattern, you may find
where it came from.

She flirts with everyone, including me.

Look, are you really leaving the farm?

Well, things haven't been going too well
lately.

And Paul's not helping, so... You have
to accept that something's not going to

work out, right?

You look troubled.

Just reflecting on a life spent running
away.

I think you'll agree there's no heavier
weight than the burden of regret.

We are both of us shackled to our past,
Liam.

Whether we like it or not.

And what is it you've been running from?

I once hurt the only two people I have
ever loved.

We can continue this discussion later,
if you'll excuse me.

Donald.

You can't forgive me.

No, he's proud.

And stubborn seems to be a family trait.

Golly called while you were out. He
wants to see you.

Now? He'd like you to meet him at his
cottage.

I seem to be making a hash of everything
today.

The sun has yet to set, Molly.

The sun has yet to set.

Golly, I... No, please, Molly.

Just sit.

I'm going to do something now which I
never, ever do.

I'm going to talk and you three are
going to listen.

In this room are some of the people who
are most important to me.

And I want to put an end to all the
fighting and... Bickering and stuff once

for all.

Molly.

Molly, you are my dear friend.

And nothing, nothing is ever going to
change that.

Do you understand?

Meg.

You are the person here that I have
known the least amount of time.

But I would like to get to know you
better.

which brings me to Jess.

Subject to talking to Paul, I plan to
take a week or two off so that Meg and I

can go on holiday to the islands.

Which means I'll be leaving you in
charge.

You're trusting me to run the estate?

Are you my daughter or are you not?

This is an estate tweed from the house
of Dundannach, and the bonnet belongs to

the Royal Company of Archers, the
Queen's bodyguard in Scotland.

To be an archer is an honour bestowed
only on the ancient families of

I think it's time you told me, don't
you?

Maybe I stole the jacket and the bonnet.

I don't think so.

My name is Philip.

I had no intention of deceiving anyone.

I had forgotten, momentarily, who I was.

But once she brought me here and I got
my strength back, memories of my own

house started to flood back, mostly bad
ones.

I did live on an estate in Wester Ross.

The Dundunach estate?

Through a combination of bad management
and neglect.

Lost.

And the family dispersed.

And where are the family now?

Last I heard, my brothers were running a
farm in Cuygach.

You lost everything.

That's why I know the danger you're
facing if you allow Isabel to go.

She's tied into the land financially and
she's tied in emotionally.

And if anyone can make it work, it's
her.

Because people are even more important
than places.

Then maybe the people you should be
relying on aren't strangers like Isabel

me, but your own family.

If you lost all this tomorrow, through
your own mismanagement and pig

-headedness, would you be able to face
the people you disinherited?

I don't know.

Maybe, if I'd gone back within the first
six months, the first year.

But now... He's wandering the
countryside, a viable alternative

It's all I have.

That's what I thought about my life
before I came here.

It worked out for me.

I'm not saying it's going to be easy
going back.

But you're not a bad man, Philip.

You just made some bad mistakes.

If you were my brother, I want you back.

While we're handing out advice to each
other, someone like Isabel would be

a catch around here, am I right?

Oh, no, no.

No, I'll gladly shake the hand of the
man who finally saves her, but for me,

that is far too much like hard work.

Nothing worth getting ever comes easily,
you should know that.

Philip, we would kill each other within
a week.

Ah, but what a week.

Donald!

inside.

Hector ordered that all the pictures be
destroyed, but I couldn't do it.

I hid them until a time came when they
could come out again.

I hope you can forgive me.

Welcome home, Molly.

I couldn't sleep.

Is your excuse for being up this early?

Got a lot on my mind.

I don't think anything kept you awake at
night.

You'd be surprised.

I was coming up here this morning to see
what we could do about the farm, but...

I've heard you might be leaving.

Kelly's offering me a job back in
Edinburgh.

Are you going to take it?

What choice do I have?

You always have a choice, as well.

very good job, is it?

Why do you say that?

Well, if it was, you wouldn't be up here
wandering the hills wondering what

you're going to do.

It's a fantastic job, actually.

Then why haven't you taken it?

What is it with you?

Why does everything have to be black and
white?

Why did you come back to this farm,
Isabel?

Because I love it.

Pardon me.

I've spent some of the happiest times of
my life here.

I dream about to make it work again.

Does that answer your question?

Does it answer yours?

Have you decided?

It's not happening here, is it?

No, it's not.

You gave it your best shot.

Chalk it up to experience Plankley
Bands. We can be back in Edinburgh in a

hours.

This place is a dump.

I can't come back with you, Kelly.

Well, why not?

For all its many faults, this is my
dump.

I made up my mind. I'm staying.

Come see me off?

I came to see if Isabel was leaving with
you.

She's staying.

I'm sorry about last night.

It wasn't you. It was me.

I thought... Well, you know what I
thought.

Very, very cute.

What are you smiling about?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Ed!

You both seem very happy this morning.

I've just been kept by a goddess.

And I have slept the sleep of the just.

I'm glad someone did.

I cannot believe Liam is missing
breakfast.

I think he'll find he's gone.

What? He appeared out of nowhere and has
returned whence he came. And those of

us who followed his guiding light have
benefited.

You're not about that pathfinder rubbish
again, are you?

There are more things in heaven and
earth than I dreamt of in your

Horatio. Yeah, right.

Breakfast is served.

Molly's going to crucify you.

Oh, I'm pretty splendid.

He's gone, hasn't he?

Philip Lyle Forrester.

15th Laird of Dundunach House,
Westborough.

Oversaw the disintegration of the House
of Dundunach in 1998.

Disappeared.

Believed dead.

Well, we can certainly update this. He's
alive and well and roaming the country.

You think so?

Well, unless we just fed him water dead
man for the past two days. My dear, dear

boy, why does everything have to be
black and white with you?

Hiya.

So your friend left then?

Gone back to hot and cold running water
and cable TV.

Regrets?

Plenty.

As long as things go well, she'll be
okay.

Ta -da!

Now, if you were going to splash out,
I'd have preferred something more

practical, like a decent gardening fork
or a new dipper.

Today is not a day for dippers, Isabel.
Today is a day for celebration.

Now, come on.

Donald's convinced he was some kind of
supernatural oracle come here to

straighten all our lives out.

Well, he did help Molly and Donald.

Believe me, he was no oracle.

You'd be so sure.

Well, for one thing, he said you and I
should be together.

Exactly.

We'll draw up a proper business plan
tomorrow.

See what we can do to take the farm
forward.

I'll manage.

Why do you always do that?

Do what?

Why can't you accept anyone's help?

It's just your help that I find hard to
accept.

I can't win, can I?

Is that what you've always got to do,
Paul? Win?

I'm trying to help.

Then take the pressure off me for a
while.

I can't do that.

I thought you came to celebrate.

Yeah, I did.

Well, then have another. No, thanks.

You don't know what it is to let your
hair down, do you?

Don't I?

No. When was the last time you really
went for something? Did something that

wanted to do, not something that you had
to?

I do it all the time. Yeah, when?

I don't know.

You don't know because you've never let
yourself do it.

You don't know what it is to just go for
something, not stop and think about it.

Yeah.