Monarch Of The Glen (2000) s04e06 Episode Script

The best time of the day, laddie.
You miss him, don't you? Yeah.
I can't believe he's gone myself.
Well, we're going to have to face up to it starting today.
I'm going to advertise for a replacement.
It's not been that long since he went.
- It's been long enough.
- You could get in touch with his daughter again, - see if she's heard anything yet.
- no, my mind's made up.
We can't run this place if we're short-staffed.
Come on, let's go back to bed.
That's it then? No more Golly at Glenbogle? It was his decision, Lex.
He was the one who left.
( theme music playing ) Are you sure this is the right time to be taking on someone new? We can't exactly offer them job security, can we? We can't afford to think like that.
If we're going to have any chance at all we need to be properly staffed.
I'm going to write out the ad, but you'll have to send them a check.
Fine, just put it on top of my to-do pile.
You've got a to-do pile? - That's very organized.
- Don't sound so surprised.
That's why you put me in charge of accounts.
Mmm, one of my better decisions, I think.
You know, today might be a good time to have a look at the books.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Fresh baked bread- Golly's favorite.
He wouldn't eat anything else.
Yeah, he thought it was the best thing since sliced bread.
Pass me that flour, will you? Thanks.
The real trick is in the kneading.
You've really got to go for it.
You know, work the dough through with your hands.
You want to try? Don't just tickle it, Duncan.
( groaning ) Feels good, doesn't it? ( crashes, Irene laughing ) Oh! Hi, h-hi, hello.
There it is.
Duncan, dear, when you finish with the stepladder - bring it into the hall for me, would you? - Aye, right.
Okay, Molly.
Oh, Irene, I know you don't like having things sprung on you at the last minute, so I thought I'd give you a bit of warning.
We've got a visitor tomorrow- an art dealer from Glasgow.
- Great.
- Right.
Fine.
well, I thought you'd like to make a nice lunch.
Brilliant idea.
Anything else? No, nothing at all.
I'm going to rearrange the paintings in the hall I think.
Want him to see the place in the best possible light.
Another brilliant idea.
Yes.
Well, I'll leave you to your baking.
Duncan, if you are going to give Irene a helping hand, you really ought to be more careful.
Right.
Got it.
Thanks, Molly.
( both sigh ) I thought she was onto us there for a moment.
- Problem? - No, no.
You've obviously got some sort of system here.
- Correct.
and? - Nothing, nothing.
I've got every confidence in you.
Glad to hear it.
Is that a copy of the ad you want? - Yep.
- Fine, just leave it with me.
Okay, have a nice day.
Listen, since I'm here I might as well have a look at the books.
Ahh - no offense, Arch, but you wouldn't have a scoobie what's going on here.
I'll do you a printout, a breakdown, so you'll know where we stand.
- Great.
- Okay, then.
I'll leave you to it.
Probably the best bet.
It is my job after all.
Now, come on.
You have to get ready for the school party and I'll crack on here.
( groans ) Not avoiding me, are you, Irene? Me? No, no.
In fact, I've got something for you.
'Cause I thought you might be embarrassed- not that you should be.
I think it's marvelous.
An inspiration, in fact.
You left this behind at breakfast.
"The annual gathering of the highland society for the appreciation of modern culture.
" - Sounds like a good party.
- Oh, not just any party.
In the '60s, we'd have called it a happening.
As much as I miss my darling Hector, it'll be nice to stay longer than five minutes for a change.
- Well, you have a good time.
- Yes, I suppose I shall.
In fact, I might find a toy boy of my own.
Boys and girls, we want you have a good time here today, but we also want you to be safe.
So you need to stay in your groups follow the signs and always, always stick to the trails, okay? Now, have you all got your booklets? ( laughing ) Boy: Got you on the head.
If you do get into any difficulties, speak into this and someone will come and give you a hand.
( sizzling ) Something smells good.
French onion soup.
Much as we all miss Golly, it is nice to be able to cook something that didn't have to be caught or shot on the estate.
Duncan, Golly's not dead.
We're not being disloyal to his memory if we have a little joke now and then.
- I know.
- Okay then.
Anyway, aren't there some advantages to having one less person hanging around? Privacy for starters.
Privacy, aye.
Privacy's a good thing, Duncan.
- ( whistling ) - why are you whistling? Whistling, me? Just happy.
Keep spreading that sunshine.
( whistling ) Irene, I'm going to need this month's catering receipts.
No problem.
I'll dig them out.
Where do you keep the coffee? - I'm going to need something to get me through today.
- I'll make it.
By the way, I'd appreciate you letting me know next time you decide to give me a helping hand.
- What are you on about? - Toilet rolls.
There's about a dozen missing from the storeroom.
Believe you me, toilet rolls are the least of my worries right now.
Well, somebody's taken them.
"Gas, electricity.
Water rates, Grace"? Who's Grace? Don't worry about me, dear, I shall be out of your hair in a moment.
- Cooking the books, are we? - Now there's a thought.
Things aren't as bad as that, surely.
I'd set aside a week at the end of the month so I could get everything sorted, and then then I find this- tax return.
Due tomorrow "or penalties and interest may be incurred.
" You have to keep track of every penny or they come down on you like a ton of bricks.
I was hopeless at doing the accounts.
You're probably still suffering from my mistakes.
I think I'm making enough of my own.
What am I going to tell Archie? At least it's only for the last 12 months.
You don't have to go in the vault for anything.
Aye, thank the lord for small mir- what vault? ( door opens ) Molly: It's not as bad as it looks, dear.
There is actually a system in place.
Post-war, pre-war.
Was it the other way around? Anyway, it's all ancient history.
Oh, you reckon? When I cock up this tax return, we are going to get audited.
They're going to come here, they're going to find something undeclared in this mess.
And then we'll get fined or our assets will be seized and it will all be my fault.
Why don't you let me help you? Here.
Oh, no! Molly, please don't! Just leave it.
( sighs ) Oh, look, there's checkbooks here and everything.
Molly, just let me do this, eh? I understand.
You want it done properly.
"Grace"? - That should do it.
- Thanks.
Arch, when you were a kid, was there someone here called Grace? Not that I remember, no.
why? Oh, no- no reason.
I just found a name on some old pay slips- Archie! You've got ink all over your hands, be careful.
Lex, I know I'm being a pain but it has been months since we opened the center and I'd like to get some sort of idea of how we're doing.
Duncan: Come in, Archie.
over.
Hello, Duncan.
Hello, Duncan, over.
There's a wee boy gone missing from the school party.
over.
- I'll meet you in the drive.
- You'll find him, don't worry.
That's easier said than done.
You're supposed to say "over and out.
" Over and out.
Just pretend you're stalking the wee fella.
Think what Golly would do and just do that.
I just wish he were still here.
So do I.
Excuse me- can't stop now.
There'll be someone in the house to help you.
Go, Dunc! Hello? Anybody home? Butlers, footmen, serfs, anyone? Molly: These things are heavier than I thought.
Oh, would you be a dear? Uh, thank you so much.
I was thinking of having it there.
But it is so difficult to visualize in the mind's eye.
- Would you? - ( sighs ) Umm no.
I shan't keep you long.
I know you've got to get back to your children.
Children? I haven't got any children.
Mrs.
MacDonald, my name's- - ( stream running ) - Stevie?! Stevie, are you there? It's no use.
Let's try going deeper into the woods.
- We're always looking for something in life, aren't we? - Yep.
And then we find it in the last place we expected.
- Don't you think searching the woods is a good idea? - What? of course.
No, I wasn't talking about that specifically.
- Right.
- No, I mean, in general- like say for example you and Lex.
You didn't know you were looking, and then you found each other.
- Duncan, is there something on your mind? - No? I mean, no.
Good, let's just concentrate on the search, shall we? - Yes, sorry.
- Look, it's not you that I'm mad at.
It is this whole situation.
How can we run this place if we're not properly staffed? The sooner we find a replacement for Golly, the better.
Golly: Don't eat that! I'm sorry- I'm sorry.
I'm not going to hurt you.
I wouldn't hurt you for the world, son.
Okay? it's just that those- those berries are bad for you.
Give you a sore tummy.
We don't want that, do we? You've lost your pals, have you? Well, come on then.
We'll go and find them.
Just over there.
That's a boy.
Oh, and listen- listen, if your teacher gives you a telling off, don't say you were lost, all right? Just say you were away for a wee explore.
Okay? come on.
My name's Golly, by the way.
What's yours? - Stevie.
- Stevie.
I see the caffeine's kicked in then.
I wasn't planning on serving chicken for lunch, actually, - I've made soup.
- Soup- that's a great idea.
You know, I have my moments.
Here, put some in the flask for me.
Flask? What for? To keep it warm.
I suppose it's a nice enough day for a picnic.
- I'm not going on a picnic.
- Then what are you doing? Oh, well, Archie and Duncan- you know they've not had any lunch today.
So how can you form an effective search party on an empty stomach, eh? You never know how long they're gonna be out there for.
Too much information, Lexie- really.
- You poor dear.
Are you still here? - Yeah, just- - I'd forgotten all about you.
- You're here now, so- why don't you run along and join your class? My class? What's that supposed to mean? Aren't you a teacher with one of Archie's school trips? No, Mrs.
MacDonald, my name's Martin Carter.
We spoke on the phone.
Oh, no! but you're a day early.
- I thought we said the 23rd.
- We did.
Oh! oh, dear.
And here I am rearranging all the paintings to try and make a good impression.
You must think I'm an absolute nincompoop.
Not at all.
It's just what I was expecting.
- Thank you.
Lexie, this is- - can't stop, sorry.
Although it's fair to say I was not expecting that.
Great, Mrs.
MacDonald! Since we both know the score now, why don't you show me what you've got to offer? All right now, remember, look after yourself.
Okay? Away you go.
I hope they're not all like this.
I can shift most bits of so-called heritage, but- that's not for sale, anyway.
I see, well maybe you can show me the ones that are up for sale.
It might save us a wee bit of time, eh? There was one on the staircase, might have some potential.
I thought you might appreciate that one.
That's why I brought it down from the back landing.
That's not for sale, either.
Those paintings belong to the house.
But you've spent the morning working out the best way to display them.
Why do that if not to- ply your wares.
We spoke on the phone about you selling art to me.
Of course, and here we are.
Ta-da! All my own work.
Hello?! Can you hear me? I know that you're out there, you old numpty.
Look, you can't keep doing this- living like a hermit, all on your own.
There's people at the house that miss you- care about you.
Just get yourself home, man.
Just get yourself home.
Duncan: Archie! Archie! Wait till you hear this.
Wee Stevie, he said he was rescued by the old man of the woods.
- Really? - Kids, eh? It's amazing what they'll come up with to get out of trouble.
I don't think the old man of the woods is made up.
I think he's about as real as you and me.
I see you haven't lost you appetite then.
I suppose you're going to turn me in.
What else can I do? You could let me be- though that's more than some folk round here can manage.
You're asking a lot of me.
I said I just wanted to be left alone, lass, that's all.
Been for a spin, have you? Yeah, just had to clear my head.
I saw you.
I know what you were doing.
- Were you spying on me? - You're in cahoots with Golly.
- What? - "Too early to get someone new in.
" "Why don't you try his daughter again?" What are you playing? I didn't know then.
I just worked it out myself about an hour ago.
- That's when I went to see him.
- You were planning on telling me? Yeah- well, no, not exactly.
- Marvelous.
- I wanted to give Golly a chance to come back of his own accord.
Didn't want someone bullying him into it.
Is that what you think I am, a bully? Look! company.
- I'm dreadfully sorry.
- So am I, Mrs.
MacDonald.
Sorry I've driven from Glasgow to look at some doodlings.
- They were that bad? - Where did you learn about art, "paint along with Nancy"? Excuse me.
Who are you and what gives you the right to speak to my mother like that? It's all right, dear.
He's only being honest.
Martin Carter.
I tried to introduce myself this morning but you left in a hurry.
You probably had a stag to shoot.
It's lovely to meet you, your lairdship, but I'm away.
You're an art dealer? Are you interested in some of our paintings? I was.
I came here this morning with money to spend but- - we don't need your money.
- Let's not be too hasty now.
We have got a business to run.
We have to maximize our strengths.
- Even if that means dealing with this? - This what? Let's simmer down, shall we, boys? Why don't I take Mr.
Carter into the kitchen and give him a spot of lunch? Then we can maybe talk some business.
Lunch, great.
Why don't you sell some of the family silver while you're at it? ( groans ) - Crisis over? - Uh-huh.
In fact, I don't have any more school parties this afternoon, which means I've got some time on my hands.
You must miss the city living out here, eh? The bars, the restaurants, clubs? Clubs? ( laughs ) I can't remember the last time I went dancing.
Not counting ceilidhs.
Ceilidhs? I had you down as deep house, not country house.
Used to be.
I used to go to the tunnel, the Sub Club, the art school.
- I used to go every Friday.
- Did you? probably there on the same night.
No, I think I would have remembered you.
You don't go back to Glasgow much then, eh? That's a pity.
No, I'm very happy here.
Come on, you don't really buy any of this, do you? Tradition, heritage, it's so phony.
That's a bit cynical, isn't it? Coming from someone who buys and sells the stuff.
And doing quite well out of it judging by the sharp suit and the flashy car.
I bought them on my own from a business I set up myself.
I didn't get everything handed to me on a plate because of the public school I went to and who my father was.
It's not like that here.
We all work very hard.
Don't get me wrong, Lexie, I can see it's all worked out very nicely for you.
You're obviously onto a good thing.
You married the laird himself.
I don't like what you're implying.
I was working at Glenbogle a long time before I even met Archie.
No offense.
I suppose if you were only interested in money, you wouldn't be wasting your time here.
- I know these big old houses cost a packet to keep going.
- We do okay.
But not okay enough to let your hubby show me the door, eh? Why don't you go and have a wee look around the house? See if anything takes your fancy.
- Paintings, I mean.
- are you sure? The laird didn't seem keen on selling.
Just you leave the laird to me.
( sighs ) - Hello there, big man.
- Molly: oh, hello again.
Don't let me disturb you.
I'm just putting these away.
Mrs.
MacDonald, I owe you an apology.
I was very short this morning.
It was a misunderstanding.
But, of course.
It was foolish of me to think that these might be worth something.
I'd sold a few to visitors and I suppose it gave me delusions of grandeur.
How much? What sort of price tag are we talking about? I think £50 was my best effort.
50? you're practically giving them away.
- ( laughs ) - the thing about art- you've got to find the right market.
Take this fella for instance.
It's not my cup of tea at all, give me a pickled sheep's carcass any day, but I should be able to shift him for you.
Lots of ancestry addicts in the States and Canada ready to snap him up.
Maybe this trip wasn't a complete waste of time after all.
I just don't want to sell what's left of our heritage to somebody like that.
Like what, Glaswegian? Working class? does that remind you of anyone? That's not what I mean and you know it.
The guy's obviously out to make a killing and can smell someone desperate to sell.
Are we desperate, Lex? Then let me take a look at the books - things might not be as bad as all that.
- No.
it's my job- - ( knocking ) Not interrupting anything, am I? I'm thinking about making an offer for this.
Oh! any sale would be a wrench, especially for Archie.
That's old Cuthbert, wasn't he in the vault? Molly's been moving stuff around.
It's interesting - but the folk that buy this stuff only care about one thing- authenticity.
We'll need to find the documents of provenance.
If I can prove it was painted on the bonnie, bonnie banks of some loch or other it's going to up the value- to the buyer, the dealer and the vendor.
Archie: What if we want to have it valued independently? Lexie: Darling, weren't you going to track down that old friend of ours? Remember? Fine.
I won't be long.
And we'll talk as soon as I get back.
Fine.
Duncan: # I just can't get you out of my mind # # was more than a dear # # to think about.
# ( humming ) - You're in a good mood.
- Yeah, I guess I am, really.
Irene give you a bit of a treat for lunch, did she? Well, you know favoritism- shocking.
So where are we off to, Arch? We are going to track down the wild man of the woods.
Golly, we're bringing Golly home.
This Grace, she couldn't own a business or something, could she? Somewhere Hector used to shop, maybe? No, there was no invoices or anything.
And these checkbooks were just tucked away- hidden.
But I need to find out who she is- as far as I can see, the money is still coming out of the business account.
That's not going to look very good to the tax man.
You think Hector was claiming his mistress as an expense? Until I find another explanation, yeah.
Classy.
Poor Molly.
Mrs.
MacDonald found what we're after.
I'm glad to have made myself useful for once.
Don't talk about yourself like that.
come on, we've got a party to get you to.
Actually, I was thinking I might stay at home tonight.
Then think again.
It's glad rags time.
Come on, let's go! Goodbye, Cuthbert.
You're old and unwanted but I shall miss you.
Touching stuff, but I hope you're not going to pull any romantic attachment to the past rubbish to bump the price up.
It's not rubbish though, is it? People do get attached to the past because they think it's something they can count on, something that can't change.
But it can.
I'm not with you.
Look, I need more time to think before I give anything away.
You'd be selling not giving.
I'm not going to be rushed into making a decision.
Okay.
it so happens I'm around for one more day.
I'll come back tomorrow.
You can decide if you're ready to take my money.
You're so kind, Irene.
You deserve to go out and have a good time, that's all.
All those bright young things.
I'm not sure about this.
I've already been made to feel quite foolish enough by Mr.
Carter.
- Oh, but- - I'm serious.
It was my dream to see my paintings in an exhibition, not to make an exhibition of myself.
At least when Hector was alive, someone else provided the floor show.
Forget about Hector! Look, what I mean is, you've got so much to offer in your own right.
Okay, so you might feel a bit out of place at this do, but we can soon put that right.
Duncan: What's he playing at? Honestly? Search me.
A man of his age.
I wish he'd make his mind up.
"I'm quitting Glenbogle.
I'm not quitting Glenbogle.
" I mean, what's it going to be, Golly? I should have known he'd never leave this place.
This is it.
This is where she left the hamper.
If we're going to find him this is a good place to start.
Aye, if- if-? We will find him.
No matter what, we're going to find him.
Do you smell anything? Aye, it's grass.
Do you think he took the food? It's hard to say, Duncan.
It could have been any one - of the people who live wild on the estate.
- You mean there's more? Nobody ever tells me anything.
Oh, I'm not sure about this.
I am.
You shall go to the ball, Cinderella, and you shall knock 'em dead, okay? Good.
You're at this very hip and trendy soiree.
Hip, trendy, cool, gotcha.
- ( laughs ) - Good.
A gentleman approaches you.
"Good evening.
" "How do you do?" "I was just wondering, could I get you a drink?" "Oh, that's very kind.
How about a dry sherry?" Molly "how do you do?" Was bad enough, but dry sherry- you can do better than that.
Loosen up a little.
Be yourself.
Well, what should I have asked for? I think there are two ways to go on this.
The sophisticated classics - like a cosmopolitan or a manhattan.
- And the other way? Something a bit more daring.
Tequila! ( sighs ) Okay, Grace, I know you're in here somewhere.
We're wasting our time.
He could be anywhere.
So are we just going to head home then? No, no, no, we're going to find the old- look, you know when he takes us stalking, what is it that he always says? "Whiskey and shotguns do not mix.
" Yeah, yeah, but I was thinking more- the one about how "the land is a book and we've got to learn how to read it.
" Yeah, yeah.
That was one of his favorites, actually.
So that is what we're going to have to do.
Look for the slightest clue.
Something that's not quite right.
A broken twig, a thread of cotton on a branch- sort of thing that only somebody really in tune with nature would notice.
Hmm.
I've been into art for years.
yeah? Modern stuff mainly.
- I've been a fan since Warhol actually.
- Oh, he was "the man.
" Although one could say his greatest work of art was his own persona.
( chuckles ) What, have I gone to the square again? No, that was really cool.
Just wasn't ready for it.
So I really am kicking donkey.
- You go, girl.
- Go where? Anywhere you want, Molly.
- Mmm.
- Mmm! - Ahh.
- Perhaps I shouldn't go alone.
What about another? So do you think he'll be pleased to see us? I don't think he'll be rolling out the red carpet, no.
Well, maybe we should just leave him alone.
No, no way.
We're not going anywhere without talking to him.
Having a row you mean? Whatever it takes to make him see sense.
That usually adds up to a row between you two these days.
No offense, Arch, it wouldn't exactly be the first barney you and Golly have had, would it? You'll be there to keep the peace, won't you? Ah, well you see, that's just it.
I'm not exactly Golly's favorite person at the moment.
I don't know what he's going to say when he sees me.
We're about to find out.
Come on.
Maybe we should just wait here.
Golly: You've come this far, you might as well come in.
- Right.
ready to circulate? - No.
Good, that's the spirit.
Come on, let's see if we can spot a friendly face.
It's nice here, Golly.
Hasn't he made a nice wee house for himself, Archie? Oh, yeah, I'm sure "Country Life" will be along any minute.
"Caves are the new cottages" or something.
I'm sorry, I didn't come here to make fun of you.
I came to bring you home.
It's good to be here, seeing work like this.
I've spent the last eight hours surrounded by stuffed animals and dead ancestors.
I imagine anyone might find that kind of atmosphere oppressive.
But since your tastes run to the modern, what do you think of this? I like it, I have to say.
It has a still quality to it.
A coldness almost.
Reminds me of early Hockney.
Really? I remember him saying to me at a do, not unlike this one, that it saddened him that people never found the warmth in his work.
You went to a party with David Hockney? I actually went with David Bailey but he happened to be there.
I think the party was given by Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithful.
Could I get you a glass of champagne? Why not? - We're going.
- What? First rule of call, Molly, always leave them wanting more.
It is Irene, isn't it? I thought so.
Camilla Doyle? I designed the menus for the hotel in Edinburgh.
Yes, of course, I remember you.
I'm ashamed I haven't had time to pop in yet.
I've been working in London.
How's it all going? - Oh, great, you know.
Busy, busy, busy.
- Fab.
and how's- I'd love to stay and chat, but you know how it is.
bye.
I'd like to see either of you two make it on your own out here.
I admit it, I'm impressed.
You've been living off the land, fishing in the loch.
It's all real back-to-nature stuff.
I though you weren't here to make fun.
I'm not.
I'm trying to make you see sense.
You mean see things the way you do.
That's different.
If you're not happy with your work at the wildlife center, we can talk about it.
- Wildlife center.
- We can't all live in the stone age.
It may come as a shock and surprise to you, Archie, but I have nothing against moving with the times.
And everything I'm doing is to secure a future for Glenbogle.
As long as you don't forget the past! If Glenbogle is worth anything it's because of what the past made it.
It made it the place it is and us the people we are.
That's one reason I want you to come home - you've lived here all your life.
- Thought I'd never leave.
- And you don't have to.
Time to move on, Archie.
Why? I don't understand- because I don't want to end up a blind old man getting in everyone's way.
We can work something out.
Even in this light I know a look of pity when I see one.
Oh, Lexie, dear, are you still doing this? ( sighs ) No, no.
I'm finished in here.
Molly, I need to ask you a question.
Could- I don't want to upset you, but- there's nowhere else Archie's dad might have kept - you know, sensitive stuff? Well, the only place I can think of - is Hector's private safe.
- Hector's what? - D-do you know the combination? - Not a clue.
Right, Molly, think.
Anniversaries? Oh, the boys' birthdays? Anything? Try 11-05-36.
- Irene: what's that? - The day Hector caught his first trout in the loch.
( gasps ) We can look into this.
I'm sure medical science has moved on since your father's day.
Doctors? You mean you haven't even had your eyes tested? We want to help.
- We are your friends.
- Is that a fact? You both have a funny way of showing it.
I've had enough of this.
- Look, Golly- - ( Duncan yells ) ( Duncan grunting in pain ) - What is this? - Oh, nothing! But you came to help me.
I only came because this place is full of potholes and I didn't want you breaking your leg out here in the middle of nowhere.
A likely story, Golly.
Why don't you just admit - ( screams ) Oh, these look like- love letters.
Oh, they are.
They're from me.
I had no idea Hector kept them all these years.
Well, all that's left is this, but- - but you don't really need to read that, Molly.
- Whyever not? Grace, I know all about Grace.
Hector told me everything.
Oh my god.
Golly: No, don't try and stand on it.
- it may be broken.
- I think it's just a sprain.
The arm's worse.
- Will I get an ambulance? - No, it'll take hours to get here.
It's getting cold.
We'll both have to move him ourselves.
- Are you up for it, Duncan? - Aye.
Good man.
Archie, you just stay where you are and we'll get you out of there in no time.
( chuckles ) Stay where I am.
Okay, if you insist.
I'll only be a minute.
I mean it - I appreciate your help.
I really do.
But I think this is a one woman job now.
- Are you sure? - Positive.
Now that we solved that Grace mystery, I can go on and do this tax return.
I might even get it finished by breakfast.
Now go.
- Good luck, Lex.
- thanks, Irene.
Okay.
Okay, Duncan.
All right, let's have a look at you.
- ( screams ) - I'm sorry, son, sorry.
Duncan can't lift both of us.
Even if he could, the rope wouldn't take it.
What about some sort of harness? We could, but I'm still a problem.
- All right! - Golly, no! It's all right, Duncan, I know what I'm doing.
You trust me, don't you, Archie? Yeah.
Good man.
Okay.
Okay, boys, come home to us now.
You've had your fun.
Okay, son, this is going to hurt, but once you get your shoulder in, we'll get you out, okay? All right, after three.
One two three.
( screaming ) ( hyperventilating ) Sorry.
A bit squeamish.
Sorry.
Okay.
Archie? What happened? It's okay.
It's just a sprain.
I'll be fine.
Golly, I can manage.
Last time you hurt yourself on the estate I carried you in.
Seven I think you were.
What is it? I never thought I'd set foot in here again.
Come on.
Thank you.
Lexie: Thanks for bringing him home to me, Golly.
I couldn't have managed it without Duncan's help.
- Golly: He's a great asset to you, Archie.
- I know he is.
It's good to know that the place'll be in safe hands once I'm away.
You're not going anywhere- except to an eye specialist.
With any luck, all you'll need is a zap with a laser.
- Just wait a wee minute, here- - Lexie: what for? You have the treatment, and then you let our old pal Grace pick up the tab.
Grace? Glenbogle Residents And Artisans Care Expenses.
Lexie: Hector set up an account years ago and put money into it - even though the estate was struggling.
And I'm sure he wouldn't mind if Golly was a beneficiary.
- Archie: I think he'd be delighted.
- I don't know.
Look, the money is there for you.
It's like a charitable trust so nobody else can touch it.
And the tax man can take every penny we've got but not this.
I don't want your charity, lassie.
For goodness sake, you've spent your entire life taking care of Glenbogle and everybody in it.
It's about time we did something for you.
- So that's it then? - Yeah.
- You're going to look after me? - Yes.
Good.
Welcome home, Golly.
Welcome home.
- Welcome home, Golly.
- Lexie: welcome home.
You all right? Me? brilliant.
It's just, well it feels strange being with me now that Golly's back.
Yeah.
Look, if you want to go back to your own room- oh, no, no, this is where I want to be definitely.
Golly'll be okay.
I know.
You're not selling? Sorry, change of heart.
We decided the old guy had been here for so long it wouldn't be fair to send him packing.
I know you don't put much value on history and tradition, Mr.
Carter, but we do.
- I can understand why you feel that way.
- You can? Without all that stuff, there's very little point to you, is there? I'm thinking of getting out of the heritage business, see if I can't make a splash with something more modern.
Is your mother about? Talking to you last night got me thinking.
Blake, Yoko Ono, your pal Hockney, that's the stuff I love.
So I've decided I'm going to put on a '60s exhibition.
I'm going to call it "The Fine and the Divine Decade.
" And you want me to come along? Aye, I thought you might say a few words since you've been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
Oh, I never wore t- shirts, Mr.
Carter.
In fact, there were quite a few parties where one wore nothing at all.
- I'll be delighted to come.
- Think you'll be able to get your hands on work like that? - Surely it's all in private collections.
- it's not a sale.
Collectors are quite good about loaning out their work if they know you're not out to make a fast buck.
And you'll cover her expenses, naturally? And a few quid for her trouble? I think we can manage that.
In fact, Mrs.
MacDonald, I may be able to throw more that a few quid your way.
I'm particularly interested in any paintings you might have done back in the '60s.
You, too? That smartly-dressed young man I met last night called this morning and asked the very same thing.
Why don't I show you some of my early work? And then the bidding war can begin.
Molly gets her cash, Carter gets the paintings and we get to keep Cuthbert, so everybody's happy.
No, not everyone actually.
I've always hated that painting.
It used to give me nightmares.
Gives me the creeps just thinking about it.
( laughing ) - What's so funny? - Nothing.
What? ( snickers ) ( theme music playing )