All language subtitles for monarch_of_the_glen_s07e06

Oh, no.

I had no choice.

In the last year, we failed to reach the
income targets laid out in our business

plan.

I thought the bank was going to give us
more time.

They haven't.

Though they foreclosed on the loan to
the estate.

Selling the house is the obvious way of
paying off.

They have always been supportive in the
past.

Not anymore.

They've lost confidence in it.

Or rather, in me.

So they pulled the plug.

This means we shall have to move out.

That's usually what happens when one
fell to one's home, Donald.

But where shall I go? We'll have to find
new home.

New job?

Yes, then. What happens?

I think we'll all be a wee bit gloomy
here.

What's a bit rich coming from you,
Golly? There must be another way to sort

out. Oh, you're right, Golly.

I'm not really going to sell the estate.
I just need to buy time while... Well,

while I find another solution.

You don't really think I want to be the
last MacDonald at Glenbogle, do you?

Yes, let's all look on the bright side.

After all, we're hardly in the worst
-case scenario yet.

Let's not.

Well, we might not actually be able to,
is there?

Who'd be loopy enough to take this place
on?

Thank you.

My fault.

No, no, it's not your fault.

Nobody could have worked harder than you
or given more.

It's my responsibility, then. Yeah,
you're right.

It is your responsibility to sort it
out.

Which I have every confidence that you
will.

Thank you.

I, uh, haven't seen you for a while.

No, no.

I've been busy.

How's Malcolm?

He's fine.

Have you decided?

You know, whether... I said yes.

We're getting married on Friday.

If I can actually get him to be older
this time.

Sorry, that's um, that's good news.

I Hope you'd be very happy both of you.

Thanks But

we yet we have to do something

You must have the wedding party here
Ewan can do the catering No,

no, no, I insist After all there's
nothing else I can do

Just off to pick up your father, okay?

Okay, Molly.

Your father?

Don't ask.

What is going to become of us all?

It's not just moving out of the house.
It's this whole moving on business that

people like me are always being lectured
about.

Moving on to what? And to whom?

The options are limited.

Still, there's no denying your old
girl's feeling lonely.

It's all right for you, Hector. You're
dead.

Don't go get it. No, you get it. You get
it. You get it.

It's good to see the youth of Glenbogle
grappling with the problems of its

future. It gives it all back, mister.
There's not much we can do, Donald.

Anyway, it's just a house, isn't it?
That child is remarkably foolish, even

you.

You're out of line, Donald.

Pull the bell.

Some will come.

In about ten minutes.

Saja, get up a letter to the estate
agent, Ray Glenbogle House.

I'm prepared to meet the asking price.

Take the estate off the market. You've
found your buyer.

Yours faithfully, Peter Spinelli, etc,
etc.

What are you doing? Who are you?

The mysterious stranger who rides into
town and gets rid of the bad guys.

Call me Clint.

You're trespassing, Clint.

I must ask you to leave before I call
the sheriff.

You'd know him well enough.

You're Donald McDonald, aren't you?

Please leave now.

What are you going to do?

Get your big brother on to me?

The president said I wouldn't be
bullied.

Who is he? Or even Hexer?

That's him.

Hello. Can I help you?

I thought the rest of the house was bad,
Mr MacDonald.

But this?

Can't have been touched in 40 years.

But it's unparalleled oldie -worldie
charm.

Unlike its present occupants.

I'll have to blitz the place.

Sorry. You want to buy the estate?

Look, it'll never happen, never.

Don't kid yourself, gentlemen.

You'll be out by the glorious 12th.

The old regime will be no more.

Quiet now! I'm waiting in this house. Go
on, you must be... You must be called

Paul by all available means.

Paul?

Paul, could you come and give me a hand?

I can't believe it, Molly.

Just put him here. I didn't think we'd
find a buyer so quickly.

I thought it would take months.

I mean, where'd the guy come from?

Watch out!

Oh, no.

Totally always lands about a side down,
doesn't it?

Right.

Sorry, can you give me a hand? Of
course.

Oh, no.

You've knocked his nose off.

Oh, Molly, I'm...

I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say.

Oh, it doesn't matter. These things
happen.

Molly, what would he say, do you think,
about what's going on right now?

Inquire what was for dinner and put his
head back in the telegraph.

He'd be so proud of you, you know.

What will he do about the nose?

Just stick it back on, I suppose.

That hurt, you know.

Could you see?

Nothing's anything

Rooftop

protest I'm making a statement My
brother used to say there are certain

up with which one shall not put You're
not daft enough to think this will make

the bank change its mind. Oh, it might.
They have my death on its conscience.

I'm on hunger strike.

Really?

You want to know what I've got cooking?

There are few things in life more
important than a good dinner, Ewan.

But this is one of them.

And what's that, my hammer?

It's a terrible old dump.

But it's my dump.

All my people are here.

Most of them under the sword, but no
matter.

And where would I go anyway?

Apologize to Amy for me. She's a sweet
child and didn't deserve my vile

geriatric temper.

Sure about that? You could fetch me
another bottle. I said hunger strike.

Strange, isn't it?

You only read it once, but...

Changes your life forever.

Getting excited?

Getting... Are we done in a minute,
Paul?

OK.

So you're definitely going on this tag
night, then?

I'm not really in the mood, what with
this Finlay guy turning up, but Malcolm

was very persuasive.

As always.

I looked Finlay up on the web.

He's just sold an oil services company
for 23 million.

Wow.

So he has the necessary then.

Yeah, yeah, he has.

Paul, can I ask you something?

Sure.

Will you do me a favour and make sure
that Malcolm doesn't get too drunk

tonight? I mean, he's normally sensible,
but... Right, Paul.

Let's get blathered.

The thing is, Paul, and you know this
because you're a man of the world

yourself, the planet is full of amazing
places.

And I've tried to see as many of them as
I could.

Thanks, mate.

But then, you overlook the beauty that's
on your own doorstep.

Not just the hills and the lochs.

Iona.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

This is for Paul. Cheers, Paul.

Oh,

he didn't nick my pint.

He was supposed to be my mate.

Oh, can you my love, Johnny? He is doing
on yonder lee And he's looking and he's

jooking And he's eyeing watching me Oh,
he's pulling and he's teasing And he

tickles me like a man Hey, hey, down it
down.

You're going to wreck the bride.

She's a great girl, isn't she? Aye, aye,
she is. Now, come up in the kitchen.

No more travelling.

No more roaming.

This is my life now.

My home.

It'll be all right, won't it?

Sit down.

Oh, sweetheart.

I asked you to look after him.

I tried.

Well, he was determined to get drunk.

You're here, aren't you?

Come on. I know you are.

Can't a chap get a moment's peace?

It's important. I want to talk to you
about the future.

I don't have a great thing to say about
that, old darling.

My future.

I'm at a crossroads, Hector.

Not only may I soon have to find myself
a new home... Wouldn't have been like

that in my day.

But I no longer wish to live on my own.

You don't. You live with a house full of
distant relatives and assorted hangers

-on.

How would you feel if I was with someone
else?

Depends. Who is the blackguard?

Well, once I thought Golly and I...
What?

Oh, there you are.

You're looking well.

Golly's a sound man on a hill or in the
middle of a torrent. But the consort of

a filly of your breeding over my dead
body... A ghillie, you mean. I couldn't

give tuppence about that.

You will when you discover that's all he
has to his name. What about Kiwole?

Well, he asked me once. It was too soon.

I don't think he'll try again.

We'll see about that.

I do miss you, you know.

What is it like?

Sorry, old girl.

I signed a confidentiality agreement.

Of all the stupid, self -indulgent
gestures, this one takes the biscuit.

Ewan's worried sick about you. He thinks
you're going to catch pneumonia.

We are in trouble. Can't you try and
help?

But you always be a burden. Your words
are hurtful and insensitive, Paul.

I'm sorry, Donald.

I didn't really mean that.

It's your...

Right,

let's get started.

Obviously, you've all heard the news,
which has serious implications, not just

for the McDonald family, but for
everybody in this room.

I'm glad Poe has found the time in his
very busy schedule to come and tell us

what is on his mind.

Thanks, Eleanor.

There are two things that can happen.

First, the bond that's tied my family to
this Glen and its people for hundreds

of years will be broken, and a new owner
will come in and do with Glen Bogle

what he or she wants.

So... What's the other option?

You could buy it.

Me? Are you crazy?

All of you.

Crofters, tenants, all the people of
Glen Bogle.

A community buyout.

You mean under the new legislation, we
get first of you, though, right?

Yes, our family will keep the house, the
fishing and stalking rights.

You'd own your own croft, and a large
proportion of the hills and ground.

Then that'd cost a fortune.

No, there's a fund set up by the
Scottish Parliament for just this kind

scheme. So it'd cost us nothing.

Well, I'm not saying that. The community
would have to raise a proportion of the

purchase price.

Now we're getting to it.

For heaven's sake, Andy, don't be so
negative.

I'm just saying what's involved.

Whether it could work.

Of course it couldn't. You're being
offered a pig and a poke.

The Macdonald family want you to solve
their problem.

transfer their debt to you.

Excuse me.

This is a private meeting. That's okay,
Your Honor.

Mr. Finlay is interested in buying the
estate.

Unlike Mr.

MacDonald, I'm a Scot.

A working man who respects other working
men.

And when I acquire the estate, I'll
prove it.

What do you mean?

When I become Lord of Glenbogle, I'll
give every crofter, his or her land and

home, free, gratis, for nothing.

What the hell are you playing at?

I'm not playing, Mr MacDonald.

What you're offering these people, you
can't be serious.

I've never been more serious about
anything in my entire life.

Well, it doesn't make any kind of
financial sense.

It's not about money, Mr Macdonald.

I want Glenbogle.

And I don't mind how much I pay for it.

It's going to happen.

You might as well give in now.

Never.

I'll fight you all the way.

This is my family history we're talking
about.

Your family history is one of shameful
injustice.

And I'm going to put an end to it. I
think you need to apologise for that

remark. I'll apologise for nothing.

Your family flushed my life down the
toilet when I was 17 years old.

I was born here.

I went to work in your big house when I
was 16.

I had a lass there. I was happy.

Then your father branded me a thief,
dragged me through a kangaroo court and

threw me out for something I never did.

Look, I've got no idea what you're
talking about.

But from where I'm standing, you've done
all right for yourself.

Have you ever been on the deck of a
troller?

The filth, the fear.

That was my life for ten years.

I had to fight and scrap my way out of
the mess your family put me in,

Macdonald.

And for that, you'll pay with everything
you have.

How did it go?

Not very well.

Ah.

He's determined to get us out.

Looks as if he might succeed.

Oh, dear.

Well, we've been in trouble before.

This is different.

What exactly are you saying?

We should start making plans for the
future.

As a matter of fact, I already have. My
pal George at the moment, we were in the

bus together, has offered me a billet in
his pad in the south of France. A bit

of a bore now, he's in his anecdotes,
but needs must, I suppose.

You're leaving?

Oh, my dear girl, it looks as if we're
all going to be doing that.

When?

This afternoon.

What? I can't bear drawn -out farewells.
If you're going to do something, then

get on and do it. But Paul's still
trying to see the guy off.

Same old story.

When the ship starts to go down, the
small brown furry things are the first

look out for themselves.

Excuse me.

I have a valise to pack.

Ewan, do you have such a thing as a tube
of superglue?

Molly. Molly.

Well, lass.

Looks like finally it may all be over.

What are you going to do?

I really don't know.

Oh, Molly, Molly, I have a... I have a
proposition for you.

Thanks to the McDonald's, the cottage is
mine, right?

But I want you to know that there will
always be a home for you there. Thank

you. You're very kind.

But what exactly do you mean?

I know it's not much compared with this
place, but...

There'll be space enough once Jess and I
moved out.

Oh, I see.

So you... No, no, no. We found a place
in the village.

Golly, always thinking of other people.

But I really couldn't turf you out of
your own home.

Oh, golly, really, the most maddening
man I have ever encountered.

Molly. Oh, be quiet, you.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Chloe.

I'm sorry.

I just looked in because I rather hoped
I could take you out for a treat.

Oh, well, that would be lovely.

But do you think you could unstick my
fingers first?

Oh.

Oh, yes, I think.

So dreadful.

The end of the McDonald's of Glenpogle,
as we know them. No need to rub it in.

Hector.

His fault, you mean. Well, I suppose it
probably is.

I'd help if I could, but... We could do
without your money, thank you very much.

Oh, you.

Popped out into the street like some
eddle -brained bed lady. Well, I hope it

won't come to that.

I just wish there was something I could
do to help. There is, you clot, staring

you in your moon -shaped features.

Ah, thank you, Cool Willie.

You know, Molly, it's, um, very hard for
a chap like me to talk about my

innermost feelings. Oh, here we go.

I put it down to one's horrendously
expensive education.

Heavens above.

Which chiefly consisted of parsing
ancient Greek, the absence of lockable

lavatories, and a service... Spotted
dick. For God's sake, man, get on with

Will you shut up and clear off?

No, not you, Kilwillie.

I'm sorry.

I'm just overwrought.

I can't believe you're going just like
that.

What do you want, marching bands fly
past by the Red Arrows?

I don't know. That's probably goodbye. I
guess so.

I'm sorry you're leaving, Don.

It's been good to know you. Enough, no
more.

Sentimentality is the curse of the
working classes.

No, Don. The curse of the working
classes is the upper classes.

Grand robber.

I didn't care about anyone.

He wanted me to give you these.

I've never had an older aerobian in my
cab before.

Put some fearful music on.

So when Paul came back from his meeting,
he was tremendously cast down.

No? Most unlike him, he's usually such a
positive person.

Yes.

So, I don't know what's going on.

Perhaps a spaceship's about to land and
little green men are going to colonise

Flembogel. Possibly.

What?

Dear Willie, am I boring you?

If I'd wanted a one -way conversation,
I'd have stayed at home and talked to

Hector. Molly, I'm sorry I'm a bit
distracted, but I'm waiting.

Pogodo? A solar eclipse?

The Grim Reaper?

There he is!

This way!

Okay, Willie, are you quite well?

Well, I am a bit feverish and dry of
mouth.

Oh, Molly.

Yeah, I know we've counted round this
course before. Times have changed.

I'm worried about your future happiness
and welfare, and I remain extremely fond

of you.

So I have an important proposition to
put to you.

Which is?

Cast your eye to the heavens.

Marry me, Polly.

What?

Oh, damn.

Well, it was a very bad line.

He was over the Kyles of Bute at the
time.

I can't believe he did that for me.

Everything about Donald was
unbelievable, yeah.

£8 .60.

20 of your English pounds, on condition
if anyone asks, you drop me at the

station.

Choo -choo.

Take it easy, old -timer.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls.

Oh, sweet.

Molly David, for as long as you like,
but just remember, Molly, Molly, give me

your answer, do.

I'm half crazy for the love of you.

It will be a stylish marriage.

One can afford a carriage.

And you look sweet upon the feet of a
bicycle made for two.

and this time tomorrow we'll be man and
wife.

Hi there.

Hi.

How's your head, Malcolm?

Listen, Paul, I honestly think I should
say sorry for last night.

Made a bit of a numpty myself,
apparently.

Oh, don't worry. No more than usual,
Malcolm.

So, all set for tomorrow?

Apart from Uncle Jimmy.

Did Eleanor not tell you?

He's supposed to be giving her away.

He's fallen and broken his hip.

Can't do it. No, I'm sorry to hear about
that.

I sometimes think this wedding's jinxed.

Hey, maybe Paul could do it.

Malcolm, I said no. Why not?

That's what would have happened in the
old days.

Except the laird would have probably had
his way with the bride first, eh?

I don't think it's a great idea,
Malcolm.

Why? What's the problem?

Who else are we going to get to do it?

Well, if you really stop...

Thanks, Paul.

Rehearsal's at seven.

What time's Finlay meeting the Crofters?

At eight.

Why are you going?

Oh, I'm not finished just yet.

Thank you, Mr. MacDonald.

Take a seat and let's trade chat -up
lines.

I have to go.

Something I said?

No, a sentimental journey. I won't be
long. Don't go away.

This is the only cocktail bar within 50
miles.

Where else is a girl to go?

Would you trust it, Aunt Ronnie?

Vital documents to retrieve.

And the lady won't wait forever.

That's one way of finding it.

Kyra, come - Cairo?

Terrible place, full of foreigners.

At least that's what my friend Farouk
used to tell me, and he must have known

was the king of Egypt.

Donald, you are a funny man.

Tell me about Sadie.

What's she done with her life?

I was a striptease artiste.

So much more intriguing a name than
stripper, don't you think?

It was so innocent then.

The law said we had to stand like that.

on the stage.

Nothing moved.

What? Nothing?

Well, not much.

Donald,

are you all right?

Well, it suddenly got hot in here.

I'll just go and powder my nose.

All right?

Donald, what are you doing?

Before you start, it's all for the best.

Glembogel is washed up, and you're
better off without me, and here at least

close to my own kind, the senseless and
the insensible.

So leave this great Caledonian pine to
shed his leaves in the autumn of his

days, and slowly wither away.

Pine trees don't shed leaves.

Buzz off before the totty gets back.

Great the way you're handling this.

I mean, I miss Duncan like crazy, but at
least I don't have to watch him being

bored by another girl.

My friends.

Never trust a man who calls you his
friend when he doesn't know you.

Have a drink on me.

Unless the present owner wants to put
his hand in his pocket for a change.

The people here are too sensible to be
swayed by a book she whiskey.

That's typical.

It's not in this man's interest for you
to work together with us for the common

good, so he's offering you a big bribe
instead. And yes, he'll make you richer

as individuals, but you'll be poorer as
a community.

Your family has done nothing for the
people of this glen.

You've treated them shamefully.

And your father was the worst of the
lot. People will make their own judgment

my family and my father based on what
they know, not what you tell them.

You all know me here.

I love this place.

It's my home.

The only real home I've ever had.

And I've got so much more to give to it.

So let me know tomorrow what you decide.

He's our family.

What did he mean, that crack about
Hector?

I don't know, Molly.

Then I'll go and ask him myself.

Hector McDonald!

Hello, Molly, I'll go.

Show yourself.

I want to see you.

Oh, that's my thrill, darling.

Foolish, foolish man.

What's the matter? You seem upset.

It's all your fault.

Why? What have I done now?

I could kill you. It's a good job you're
already dead.

It's over, Hector. The end of the
McDonald's at Pembogo.

I shall have to leave, and so will you.

Oh, dear.

Family's breaking up for good.

And you are the person responsible, do
you understand?

No, I don't, but that's part of the
course.

Terrible for everyone.

I don't want to see you any more.

Oh.

Well, if that's what you wish.

Cheerio.

Leave me alone.

Molly, I just want to say don't blame
Hector

for this.

It's not his fault.

I don't want to hear any more.

K. Willis asked me to marry him.

What do you think about that?

He's a lucky man.

Is that all?

I'll give you the life you deserve,
Molly.

What?

If this is such a big deal, why don't we
just bring him?

How do you mean?

Get him out.

Bring him home.

You'll come and get all you know on
that.

Well, I didn't make such a bad job of
you, Heather.

Well, the day has come.

I always knew it had to be faced.

And I'm just sorry you wouldn't be
around to hear what I have to say.

Carry on, Golly. I'll be listening.

And

there's

me and my brother Hector and our very
own little pony and trap.

We drove all over the country in it.

And did the peasants all duff their cap
at you as you went by?

They still do.

Not that I actually have a vehicle of my
own anymore.

Good job I do, then.

I thought we might go for a bite of
lunch somewhere.

That's a splendid idea.

Here.

I'll just go and put my face on.

Do you know?

I think I'm going to be very happy here.

Are you doing it?

Ask them to come.

What? Trust me.

It's Donald of Arabia.

What happened? Where am I?

Can't you and me settle?

You'd buy our plans dead in the water.

Hi,

Peter. Welcome.

What a great privilege it is to dedicate
this fine memorial to an even finer

man.

Friends, we're meeting here today to...
Forgive me if you want to...

want to say a few words.

Mainly to this man here.

Peter Finlay, you've been gone from this
place for now on 40 years.

And I've seen your face in my dreams
countless times.

You suffered a terrible wrong here.

You were no thief.

And I know that for the simple reason
that I was.

Dad. I know.

Good old Golly, the faithful servant,
the upright man.

Well... I'm afraid it's true.

My ring.

I stole this ring.

I robbed my laird.

And I let another man suffer for my
crime.

Molly.

From the moment you came to Granvogel, I
was daft about you.

Never felt that way before.

But you were out of my reach.

And yet, Hector, I love a fair life.

But I had to have something of you.

A token of you, of what I felt for you.

So I took this.

Then I stood by and watched Hector
convict young Finlay here.

You were in Molly's bedroom that day,
fixing a radiator.

Wrong place, wrong time.

You? I was young.

Very young. Very foolish.

I'm making no excuses.

If it's any consolation, I have been
punished for it.

I've never known happiness, lasting
happiness, with any woman.

Well, I brought that on myself.

Please, take that back.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Peter.

Time to give thanks for the memory of
Hector Naismith MacDonald.

Okay.

Can we have a show of hands, please?

It's kind of you to consider my welfare,
but the thing is, how to express this

is, it's turned out to be more agreeable
than I anticipated.

What, you like it better? Well, people
of my own age and interests.

Oh, you mean you like them better?

They can offer me things that you and
others can't.

We're your mates, aren't we?

Arnold, wake up and smell the coffee.

This isn't about your feelings, it's
about Ewan.

He misses you.

Yeah.

You wouldn't? This is little old me.

You foolish boy.

What am I to do with you, eh?

I can hardly come back.

You might be leaving next.

Nothing changes, nothing. You must know
that.

Paul.

We've had a meeting and we've come to a
decision.

There was only ever going to be one
result.

We'd like to open discussions with the
McDonald family about a community buyout

of the estate.

You're making a foolish mistake.

The McDonalds have always looked after
us.

Maybe it's time we did the same for you.

We'd like you to help us run the new
Glenbogle in the future.

I'm not quite finished yet.

That's great news.

Great news for all of us.

Thank you.

Thank you. Don't thank her.

Thank Iona.

Do you love me, Golly?

I've loved you for as long as I can
remember.

Nothing's changed.

You were a brave and beautiful man.

You are. You've just proved it.

I'm not worthy of you.

Let me be the judge of that. I can offer
you nothing.

I would rather be poor with a man I love
than rich with someone I don't.

The cause of so much trouble.

I never really liked it.

Until now.

You all right?

I can't thank you enough for what you
did today.

Just call it my part again.

Molly?

You've decided, haven't you?

Dear Q. Willie, I do love you.

Ah. As a friend.

Ah.

To golly.

Oh, it's the bridesmaid.

Oh, golly.

Let me shake your hand.

I wish you both very great joy.

Okay?

Yeah, I'm so nervous I think I'm going
to mistake.

You look beautiful.

That doesn't help.

Happiest day of your life, eh?

Well,

at least he turned up this time.

We are here today to consecrate the
marriage of Malcolm Macrae and Iona

And what a happy day it is.

Who is it who gives this woman to this
man?

I do.

And it's the hardest thing I've ever
done.

If there is anyone who has any just
impediment, why this marriage cannot

place?

Sorry, Fiona. Could you just... Could
you hold on a minute?

What did you mean by that?

Just slipped out, I suppose.

Couldn't quite keep a lid on it.

On what?

That I love you.

Hang on, that's not right. You can't
stand here in a church saying I love you

another man's wife.

She isn't.

You take that bag right now.

No. I can't.

Fine, then.

I'll make you.

Malcolm, don't. Calm down. If anybody's
going to help him, then I will!

What did you do that for?

It came from the heart.

Go after her, Paul.

Perhaps someone ought to.

Let's be honest, Malcolm.

You only proposed to me this time
because... because you felt guilty about

happened the last time.

You don't want to settle down with me
here, now.

Do you?

You know me better than I know myself.

Don't you dare speak to me.

You're just giving me away.

And I'm taking repossession.

What about the food and drink?

Ow!

Do you still perform at all?

No, but I still have all my props.

Well, hassles don't take up much space.

No. No, just heaven fail for that
matter.

You know, when the time comes, I want to
grow old disgracefully.

Just like Donald.

Why wait that long?

You can grow up disgracefully instead.

So how do you feel about the ordination
of women?

Oh, I'm tremendously for it.

But then, there was a bit of a thing
about women in uniform.

It's been quite an eventful morning in
the church, one way or another.

It was.

We talked about it for years.

I've always wanted to create a family
legend.

Oh, well, I've always wanted to just
create a family.

Where shall we live?

Your place or mine?

What do you think Hector would say?

You gave him the baby?

I'll ask him if you like.

More champagne.

I'm back!

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

Having a party?

Things to celebrate.

Ah, so I gather.

You don't mind about Golly?

Whatever makes you happy, my love.

This won't do, Hector.

The estate's secure, everybody's happy,
even me.

Time to, uh, push off, eh?

Say goodbye, my darling.

I'll just finish this last frame.

By the way, Molly, have you seen my
silver quake?

Regimental golf competition.

Run her up.

10 Eagles, money 58.

You should sit there.

Well, you know what this house is like.

You've got to change.

Come on,

leave it.

Which is the happy couple?

We're the happy couple!

I'm the happy couple!

A toast!

A toast!

To Glenbogle.

Glenbogle!

Well, there you go, the last ever
monarch and the end of an era. And if

like me, are already suffering from
Glenn Bogle withdrawal symptoms, you can

on right now at bbc .co .uk slash
monarch.

Put your questions to Sandy Morton and
some of the other cast members or stroll

down Love's Memory Lane in Highlands
Lane.