Norton commando.
Thought so.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Archie. Take a seat.
- Coffee? - No thanks.
Just tell me, how bad is it?
Now, the deadline for the death duties is up.
You've got two days to pay
or you'll start to accrue a significant amount of interest,
and that's on top of the original sum.
I had a client in a similar position not so long ago.
- And what happened? - Bankrupt within a month.
Now, the bank have made their position very clear.
They'll offer no more help
until this debt has been satisfied.
So your only chance is to raise the money yourself.
I don't see how.
The wolf park is making a profit but it's nowhere near what we need.
- There must be other ways. - I've tried them all.
The ones I can think of anyway.
- Surely there must be something you can do. - Sorry, Archie,
I'm a solicitor,
not a miracle worker.
( theme music playing )
Thank you for coming, Kilwillie.
Well, actually, I was rather looking for an excuse.
You've never needed one before.
I wasn't sure what sort of reception I'd get from your mother.
Yes, after your declaration of devotion.
I did think I was about to enter the celestial city at the time.
You were drugged, she knows that.
- She didn't take me seriously? - No, of course not.
Oh-- well, that's a relief.
So, what is it you wanted to see me about?
If you needed to lay your hands on a substantial sum
of money very, very quickly, how would you go about it?
Well, strictly entre nous,
Inverness to Heathrow, Heathrow to Zurich,
taxi to the National Bank of Switzerland,
back with my feet up at Kilwillie Castle inside 16 hours.
And if that wasn't an option?
- Stocks and bonds. - Nor that?
I could do without the XJ6 or one of the Bentleys,
but it seems a pity to split the collection.
You're not feeling the fiscal squeeze, are you?
Yes.
The solution's obvious, I'd say.
Not to me, it isn't.
I'll always give you a fair price for land, Archie,
- as long as it's the right piece. - Absolutely not.
Oh well, it's up to you, old boy.
Excuse me.
I think we need to have some words, laddie.
It's a long time since anyone called me that.
Yeah, it must be.
So I'd say you were old enough to know better.
- Not with you. - You nearly had me over in the village.
- I'm sorry. - And now you're on a private estate.
- I had no idea. - evidently.
Is there a telephone nearby? She's just not turning over.
Down that way,
about 10 miles.
Nice bike, by the way.
- Kilwillie? - Oh, Molly.
Matter of fact, I... I've been meaning to come and see you.
- Really? - Yes.
I want to clear up any misunderstanding.
What misunderstanding might that be?
Well, I-I said a few things that--
- you didn't mean? - No!
So you did mean them?
When a chap thinks his number's up
he can become rather emotional.
If that chap harbors certain feelings,
well, he might be inclined
to articulate them a bit more than he would otherwise,
if circumstances were different.
Oh, please say you're not cross.
- You were Hector's best friend. - And proud of it!
I thought you would have more respect for his memory.
Oh, Molly, a moment's indiscretion.
Can't we just put it behind us?
Forgive and forget?
In time, probably,
but I can't pretend that I'm not very disappointed.
( groans )
( sighs )
Archie: Nothing we could sell would be worth anything.
We don't want to sell the river or the loch
and obviously Ben Bogle has to be protected.
This is the Grouse Moor, this is where we stock the deer.
Exactly, so they're out.
Then I'd say-- then I'd say it has to be here.
That's Doon Brae, no, we can't.
Whichever bit we let go, it's not going to hurt any less.
We'd lose a huge stretch of water and all access from the south.
It would make things impossible.
It joins Kilwillie's land which means he'll pay good money.
Archie, sometimes we have to cull the herd to ensure its survival.
Maybe you're right.
It'll be a hell of a wrench letting that go.
I think it's my favorite spot on the whole estate,
ever since I was a boy.
There's not a view like it.
( washer spinning )
Duncan, what are you doing?
Just thought I'd finish this off for you.
You've done that all right.
And how am I supposed to use this?
- I was just trying to help. - You're not.
And leaving a stone in your shirt
wasn't the smartest thing you could have done either.
You shouldn't be keeping secrets from me.
I know what the matter is.
- How? - Archie told me.
Archie? What did he say?
The estate's in trouble. That's why you've been in a bad mood, isn't it?
- No. - Well, you admit you are then.
Relationships are all about communication.
We must listen to each other very care--
- what did you say about a stone? - In your washing.
You know what kind of damage that could do to the machine?
- Where is it now? - I threw it outside in the yard.
( gasps )
Oh, no.
Please, no.
It's for the driveway. They've just delivered it.
- Splendid news. - Archie: is it?
Absolutely. You want to sell, I want to buy.
Do us both a bit of good.
Hold on, there are other interested parties.
You would put them before your father's greatest chum?
I'm afraid all I care about is getting the best price.
I see.
That isn't how Hector would have managed things.
And I think that's a valuable lesson to us all.
( knocking on door )
- Archie, have you got a minute? - Not now, no.
It's important.
It had better be. I'm sorry.
It's not a problem, take as long as you like.
Do you think he'll go for it?
Yeah, he's bound to, he won't be able to resist.
Probably best not to ask.
Oh, I think the Kilwillie coffers
can run to a better offer than those.
- Well? - Nope.
Told you.
Oh! I don't believe it.
- it's not. - It is.
My lucky wish stone.
- I've had it since I was a boy. - How does that work then?
Rub it over your lottery tickets?
It was a christening present. A friend of my granny's,
an old woman with the power.
I tell it my wish and then I turn round twice,
I throw the stone in the loch and then that wish comes true.
- So why have you never done it? - You only get one go.
But there must have been things you've wanted.
So I'm saving this beauty
for something really special.
If only life was that simple.
Well done, Archie. I knew you'd see sense.
I'll get onto McGregor, have him call in a surveyor,
- get the exact boundaries drawn up. - While I arrange the readies.
Well, home for a celebratory snifter, I think.
Actually, I think I might hang on for a minute or two.
Looks as if we might be due for a spot of rain.
What's on your mind?
It's Irene. I think she's going off me.
- What makes you say that? - It's just she's--
acting weird.
Perhaps she thinks that you're starting to take her for granted.
But I've not, though. I mean, just last week I bought her chocolates,
- and not the ones on special offer. - ( laughing )
And who said romance was dead?
Where is she, anyway?
Away in a huff.
I don't suppose you could have a wee talk with her?
Anything else?
Well, if there's any more tea in the pot, that would be nice.
( knocking on door )
What are you doing knocking at my door?
- Think I'd have knocked if I knew you were inside? - Why did you?
I've been pushing this for miles, first place I've seen,
there's a motorbike, somebody might help--
- never mind. - Wait a minute!
It won't hurt to have a look, I suppose.
Okay.
- Do you want to talk about it? - What?
- Whatever it is that's on your mind. - Not really.
Is it Duncan?
Partly.
If you don't want to go out with him, just tell him.
He won't be happy, but he will get over it.
That's just it, I'm not sure what I want.
Then explain that to him. He'll understand.
I doubt it.
I'm pregnant, Lexie.
- You're what? - Expecting a baby.
Yeah, I know what it means.
It's just a bit of a shock, that's all.
You can say that again.
But Duncan'll be pleased.
He won't, believe me.
Most men say they don't want kids, when it happens--
it's not his, it can't be.
- Then whose? - I was with someone before I came here.
I see.
Don't. Come here. Come here.
Please, don't say anything to anyone, will you?
No, not if you don't want me to.
But you have to tell Duncan,
sooner rather than later.
Do you know any rosses living locally?
Not that I can think of, why?
It's my mother's maiden name. She came from this area.
That's why I'm up here. I'm trying to track down some long-lost relatives.
You could try the phone book.
I have, and the library and the electoral roll.
And I've ridden through every village on the map.
- No luck? - No.
Okay. Give it a whirl.
( engine starts )
Sweet as a nut. You've done this before.
I've had plenty of practice.
They say they can be a bit temperamental.
Cup of tea?
Thanks.
Molly: Archie!
Archie, they're here.
He'd have understood.
No, I've let him down. I've let you all down.
You had no choice. Let's get this over with.
- Archie. - You didn't waste much time, did you?
We can't afford to drag our heels on this one.
This is the surveyor, Greg MacDonald.
What's the matter, lad, would you rather have had a Campbell?
No, I'm just surprised we've never met before.
Ach, well, we live over the other side of Inverness
and we keep ourselves to ourselves,
- don't we, Morag? - Aye.
- my wife. - Hello.
I thought she ought to be here,
- today of all days. - Sorry?
Our first chance to see inside the great ancestral home of the clan.
Tell me... is that not
William MacDonald, the great duelist?
Um... I think so.
Oh, definitely, I'd say.
- We really ought to make a start. - Yes, of course.
But I really think you ought to hear what I have to say first.
Duncan.
- I know what you're gonna say. - I doubt that.
You don't think I'm serious about you.
Well, I've had an idea.
I'd like you to meet my Auntie Liz.
- What? - You'll really like her.
The thing is--
trying to catch her at home.
She gets out and about all over--
Monday night-- bingo, every second Tuesday-- folk club,
Wednesdays-- self defense.
- Sounds like a busy lady. - She is, but she can fit us in this evening.
How's that for a stroke of luck?
I'm really not sure I ought to come.
- Duncan-- - please.
It would mean a lot to me.
- Okay. - Great.
I'll give her a call...
before she puts her name down for the dominoes.
Bear with me, it's in here somewhere.
I'll just drop that in the bin.
No, you will not!
I'd have nothing for my supper.
Here it is.
- The 1715 Land Treaty. - The what?
You've not heard of it?
It was drawn up amongst the MacDonald chieftains
to ensure all ancestral land
stayed within our hands.
Sounds fascinating,
but this isn't really a good moment for a history lesson.
I'm just coming to the interesting part.
"If the laird ever has the need to sell off acreage,
then any other MacDonald," such as myself,
"could invoke the right to buy the entire estate."
Which means what?
You have to sell us Glenbogle.
( scoffing ) This is some sort of a hoax, right?
I've researched every last detail.
- Who'd take something like that seriously these days? - I do.
Have you any idea what an estate like this would cost?
I have a rather large inheritance.
My family were very big in offal products.
But we're talking serious money.
Aye.
You're not a surveyor then?
Oh, I still work.
Idle hands are the devil's plaything.
And I daresay I'll find plenty to keep us busy once we're settled in here.
Right, that's it, I've heard enough. Go on, get out.
Well, if that's what you want,
but you'll be seeing us again soon enough.
I wouldn't bet on it.
I'll show you out.
Your copy. Come along, Morag.
Another?
Love to, but I'd better order a taxi.
Taxi? more chance of flying.
Listen, there's a settee in there,
it's not much but you're welcome to it.
- Sure? - I wouldn't offer if I wasn't.
Well, beats sitting in a room by yourself.
You know where the best malt I ever tasted came from?
- The highlands, surely. - No.
The Orkneys, Isla?
- Japan. - Get away.
Mind you, I hadn't had a drink in six months.
That would account for it.
So, what line are you in?
Anything and everything.
I've made and lost a great deal of money in my time.
Managed to hold onto a chuck this time round, though
and then hit the road.
What, you just hit the road?
Yeah. I've been around, seen a lot of places.
Funny thing is, I've never been here before.
So, where do you call home?
Right now, it's the back of the bike.
And when your journey's over?
Wherever it takes me.
You have a visitor, my lord.
Probably not a very welcome one.
I came to apologize for what I said this morning.
It's already forgotten. Would you like a glass of sherry?
Yes, thank you, just a small one.
I didn't want us to fall out,
not with everything else that's happening.
About the estate, you mean? Hasn't Archie told you?
We've struck a deal, your worries are over.
No, Kilwillie, they might have only just begun.
- Liz: it's lovely to meet you, Maureen. - Irene.
Not often he brings a lassie back for tea,
- is it, Duncan? - No, auntie.
What was the name of that last one?
Skinny wee thing, covered in freckles.
- Jennifer Connor. - Aye, that's it.
I'd high hopes for the two of you.
She was six,
and I was seven.
So... should I be looking for a new hat?
- Do you need one? - Well, if there's an event in the offing.
Event?
One that involves bells.
What, me and Duncan?
You are round for your tea.
This is the 21st century.
We're not about to trade lifelong commitment
for a slice of jam sponge.
Are we?
I just thought it would be a good idea
if you two got to know each other, that's all.
I see, and here's me thinking
I might be hearing the patter of tiny feet.
Why? Are the mice back?
I can't buy it because of a 300-year-old treaty?
That's preposterous.
We'll see. But I'm afraid your rescue attempt
might have been in vain.
Is there any other way I can help?
I don't see how,
but all suggestions are very welcome.
Then I'll put on my thinking cap forthwith.
- Friends again? - Oh, yes.
I'd better get back.
Nil desperandum.
I don't know where these cobwebs come from.
More sherry, Mrs. MacDonald?
No thank you, and I'll see myself out.
McGregor: These are the estates covered by the treaty
and as you can see,
Glenbogle is indeed one of them.
- Is it genuine then? - Very much so.
When it was drawn up, land was everything.
Lose the smallest piece
and it was a sign of weakness and failure.
And so you'd also lose face
in front of the other great landowning families.
I can think of worse things.
Yes, but more importantly, it meant that the laird
who needed to make the sale could no longer be trusted
with the rest of what he owned.
Whatever the circumstances?
They were very unforgiving times.
Yes, but that was then and this is now. It can't be valid today.
It's a precedent that's never been tested.
There's a chance it could still be considered legally binding by a court.
Even if we had no idea that it existed?
Ignorance, I'm afraid, is no excuse.
So, what do we do now?
Possession is 9/10ths of the law--
so I'd advise selling to Lord Kilwillie as speedily as possible.
Once that pocket of land is his and you've paid the death duties,
there'll be very little Greg can do.
Kilwillie? I presume there's a reason
why you're looking so pleased with yourself.
Come with me and you'll find out.
Kilwillie, what's happening?
All aboard the skylark.
Oh, a picnic,
what a wonderful surprise.
I thought you needed cheering up.
Kilwillie, I've got the contract for you.
- Not a good moment. - All I need is a signature.
I make it a rule never to commit on an empty stomach.
Especially not this early
when who knows what the day may bring.
- Archie! - ( boat motor starts )
You'd better come here.
Okay.
- Did he sign? - Archie: Not yet.
Then it's too late.
Greg MacDonald's had an emergency injunction granted.
As of 10 minutes ago, there's a block on your land sale.
- So we can't sell to Kilwillie? - Nor to anybody else.
- Then the death duties won't get paid. - I need hardly remind you
that the consequences of that are potentially disastrous.
- Where can I find him? - Greg? Staying in the village
at the Glenbogle Rose Guest House.
- Right. - Lexie: Where are you going?
Where do you think?
Kilwillie: Do you want some more wine?
Molly: Just a little. Thank you.
Now, what's next, I wonder?
Oh, I've had enough, really.
This is the special of the day.
Indulge me, Molly.
Kilwillie?
I'm not a chap who finds this sort of thing easy,
but oh, Molly,
I'd like to marry you.
I really don't know what to say.
Well, "yes" would be rather nice.
I know your feelings aren't the same as mine--
but over the years, perhaps you might...
grow to love me. A bit.
This really isn't the right time.
Oh, but it is. Don't you see it's exactly the right time?
It occurred to me yesterday after you'd left,
if you marry me I'd be family
and my money could help you keep Glenbogle.
But I thought it was the land that you were after.
I'd rather have you, as my wife.
I really believe you mean it.
I don't think for a minute I'd ever replace Hector,
but we both know what the estate meant to him.
And we can save it,
if you-- if you would just consider
taking me as your husband.
I need some time
to think it over.
Expected to find us in some fancy hotel, I suppose.
But a bed and hot food, that's all we need.
Well then, why do you want Glenbogle?
It deserves to be in the hands of someone who respects tradition.
And you think that I don't?
It's been my family's home for generations.
But you're ready to sell bits of it off.
- I have no choice. - Don't give me that.
I've tried every other option.
Like your new-fangled wildlife park?
And the folk you let up to visit it?
- if you mean our visitors, they're what keep us going. - Not once I'm laird.
- You can't just shut the place to the public. - why not?
I've no need of their money.
But a lot of people living round here do.
Their livelihoods would be in your hands.
Being the laird, it's not just a title,
but there are obligations that go with it.
He has a fair point.
You've had your chance. I'll run the place as I think fit.
- This injunction won't change anything. - Brave words.
I think it will, once the interest on those death duties starts accruing.
- Unless I pay them. - Which we both know you can't.
And I'll make sure that any court case
is as drawn out as possible.
Ultimately, you could be left with nothing.
That is unless you decide to make it easy on yourself,
and I could buy it from you now.
You still don't get it, do you?
This isn't just about me, I can't give in.
In that case,
may the better man win.
So, just when we thought
things couldn't get any worse...
that settles it then.
That's marvelous. Isn't it, Badger?
Yes, my lord. Wonderful.
Champagne, I think. The '73.
But I thought we were saving that for a special occasion.
- Well, this is it! - If you say so, my lord.
None for me, thank you, Badger.
Surely a toast to our future.
I must get back, tell them all the good news.
You're right, of course.
And after all,
we'll be popping corks together
for many years to come.
And if the worst does happen, then you might have to find
- other jobs. - What would I do?
It probably won't come to that.
I just thought I ought to tell you how we stand.
Thanks, it's appreciated.
Archie, I think your problems might be over.
I'm going to marry Kilwillie.
But you can't really be serious.
It's the perfect solution.
He's got lots of money. Glenbogle will be rescued
and, well, being lady Kilwillie can't be all that bad.
I wouldn't put my last pound on it.
Well, look, look how long we've struggled.
This will secure all our futures.
Yes, but at what cost?
There isn't one. Everybody gets what they want.
Except you. You'd be sacrificing your happiness.
- Archie's right. - I'm sorry, I don't agree.
I won't let you do it.
My mind's made up. You can't stop me now.
So, what do we do now?
I haven't got a clue. I'll tell you one thing,
she's not gonna walk up the aisle with Kilwillie to save us.
- I agree. - I've got an idea.
Well now, Hector.
I think this could be the end of Glenbogle as we know it.
Golly?
I thought it was you.
Aye, aye.
Morag.
- Hello? - Can we talk?
Yes, but if you're who I think you are,
I can't do much to help.
But surely you can't agree with what Greg's doing?
He's my husband.
I love him, despite his faults.
- This is his dream. - But is it what you want, though?
He thinks Glenbogle should be kept as a monument to the glory of the clan.
When it's between them and me, I'm used to coming second.
I suppose neither of us could have known
what we were letting ourselves in for.
- Marrying into this family. - But I didn't.
- Eh? - I'm the MacDonald.
When Greg married me, he took my name.
Don't know why I didn't think of looking in churchyards before.
Is that it?
Grandmother.
The last of the Rosses.
According to the gravedigger there.
- I remember her now. - Really?
She used to have an apple tree in her garden.
When I was a wee boy I used to just help myself,
until she gave me a thick ear.
She never stood for any nonsense, Mrs. Ross.
Apparently, she died a very lonely old lady.
- I didn't know. - He told me.
She worked on the Tavistock Estate all her life.
Then, when they sold it,
the rest of her family and her few friends moved away.
Well, they had to, there was no other work round here.
- But not her though? - No.
She reckoned she was too old to up sticks.
So... that's it then,
you don't have any living relatives in the area?
Nope, that's it.
The end of my search.
Time to be moving on. Again.
Don't say anything. I just want you to listen.
- But-- - please.
There's no easy way to say this
and, for the time being, I don't want it going any further.
What?
I'm pregnant.
I-- I'm gonna be a dad?
- No. - But you just said--
it's not yours.
I don't understand.
It can't be.
We haven't been together long enough.
So, you've been seeing somebody else?
Before I came here.
Isn't there a tiny chance it might be mine?
I'm sorry.
- What are we gonna do? - I don't know.
I must be the world's luckiest man,
hmm, Badger?
Mmm. Your crackers, my lord.
Now, the honeymoon. Caribbean or the Med?
It does rather depend on the time of year,
but we shouldn't leave it too long to tie the knot.
And on the day itself,
I felt if we could just keep it down to 300 guests-- each.
Much more than that, it all gets a bit out of hand.
Whatever you think.
Wedding car? The Bentley.
Or we could stretch to a limousine.
I really don't mind.
No, that was a joke. Stretch limousine.
Oh, yes, very amusing.
It makes us laugh, eh, Badger?
On a regular basis, your lordship.
You'll get to know my sense of humor, my dear.
And all my little ways and habits.
All right, Badger, you can leave us.
Yes, your lordship.
Only I was wondering if I should
- air a spare room? - For what reason?
Some engaged couples have a more
- modern outlook-- - right, point taken.
Actually, I'll be going home...
tonight.
Oh, right.
Well, absolutely, whatever you say.
( door closes )
- Mother? - Archie, you're still up.
So, how was your evening?
- Oh, fine. - No, it wasn't.
I had a thoroughly enjoyable evening.
So, why do you look so down?
How do you think it makes me feel seeing you like this?
- it'll get better. - You don't know that.
It's me that's failed, why should you have to suffer?
Oh, Archie, you haven't failed.
As much as I loved your father,
we both know that this place was in
even more of a mess before you came back.
And he loved you, too.
What do you think he'd make of what you're doing now?
He'd understand.
No, he'd want you to be happy,
but you won't be if you do this
and neither will Kilwillie.
It's not fair on either of you.
Maybe--
maybe I'll speak to him in the morning.
( clears throat )
Oh, Molly, back so soon?
Come sit down.
Would you like a cup of coffee?
- I can't stay. - I'll be in the pantry
if you need me, your lordship.
I was thinking of popping over to see if you fancied a spot of luncheon.
- I'm not hungry. - Much the same myself.
I could only manage three rashers
and a half of round of black pudding this morning.
It's the excitement, that's what it'll be.
Kilwillie,
I'm sorry,
but I've changed my mind. I can't marry you.
Well...
it's just a touch of nerves, that's all.
No doubt I'll be getting butterflies, too.
I'm afraid I mean it.
No, you don't.
You're a good man, Kilwillie,
but if I were to become lady Kilwillie,
it would be for your money,
and that's no basis for a marriage.
Isn't it?
Well, not in my book.
I'm willing to risk it if you are.
But I'm not.
I see.
Well, you can't blame a chap for trying.
Oh, no.
No, no you keep it. It'll only remind me of what might have been.
Please.
We can still stay friends, can't we?
I was rather hoping you'd say that.
Another cup, my lord?
No thank you, Badger.
You can take it away.
I know it must be small consolation, my lord,
but you've always got me.
And a truer servant no man could wish for.
Maybe I should just be content with my lot.
I can't imagine a woman being more capable in the kitchen,
or neater with a needle and thread.
I'm pretty nifty with a duster, too.
Now, if you'll excuse me, my lord, I have your bath to draw.
Ducks or battleships?
Why don't you chose?
Very good, my lord.
Here we go.
- You sure about this? - Absolutely.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
You did the right thing.
But we're still no nearer getting the money.
Well, I did have one idea.
I couldn't do it without asking you first.
How's that?
Well done.
- That is terrific. - Not bad.
Greg, it's Archie MacDonald.
Why don't you come over? I have a proposition for you.
I wish for Archie to keep Glenbogle.
Greg: I hope this isn't another wasted trip.
It's time we settled this once and for all.
- I couldn't agree more. - Good, then I challenge you to a duel.
- Sorry? - My privilege as laird,
as laid down in the amendments to the treaty.
But there are no amendments. I was meticulous in my research.
So what's this?
Any territorial disputes within the clan
can be settled by pistol or sword.
So you win, Glenbogle's yours, I win, and you never come back here again.
You're mad!
Like I said, he can talk the talk but when it comes down to it
he just hasn't got what it takes to be the laird.
What's that supposed to mean?
It's not about how much you're worth, it's about respect and honor.
And ultimately, it means being prepared to die
to protect what's yours and what you believe in.
And if you're not ready to do that, then you're not worthy of taking my place.
But then I shouldn't be surprised when you're not even a MacDonald.
- I'm every bit the man you are. - Then prove it.
- Right, I will. - You will not.
Do you think I'm going to risk losing you
for the sake of some stupid quest?
- You keep out of this, Morag. - No! I've put up with enough. I'm not going to stand by
- and watch you get yourself killed. - I'm not backing down.
Well, in that case...
I'm the MacDonald.
So if there's going to be a duel,
it'll be me fighting it.
- You can't. - Yes, I can.
Taking on a woman, it wouldn't be right.
Greg: In that case,
I'll see you in court,
and you'll be made to give up Glenbogle. Come away, Morag.
Archie!
We've got the money.
- How? - Molly: Because of Golly and Lexie.
It looks like we won't be going to court after all.
And you don't have to fight.
Yes, he will. You can't back down now.
- You just did. - But I didn't make the challenge.
And I thought you were prepared
to die for what you believed in.
Pistols or swords?
Remember, 10 paces a man.
Greg, Duncan will be your second.
You're not really gonna go through with this, are you?
Archie: He needs to be taught a lesson.
It wasn't supposed to come to this.
Just remember one thing,
I love you.
Are you both ready?
Aye.
As the challenge was made by Archie MacDonald,
his opponent will take the first shot.
In your own time.
( Greg gasps )
- ( Molly, Lexie cheering ) - Golly: It's not over yet!
Archie.
I don't have to do this.
Last chance.
Okay, okay, you win.
- Duncan. - What?
- You have to take his place. - do I?
You're his second, it's in the rules.
All right, fine.
For goodness sake, man, it's over.
I was joking. What's the matter with you?
It's over, Greg,
and I'm glad...
because it's you I care about,
not living in some stupid pile.
You're just saying that.
I don't deserve you.
I won't argue with that.
As we're not buying the estate,
perhaps we could treat ourselves to a taxi back.
Wouldn't you rather walk?
- It's only eight miles. - ( groans )
- Golly: Well done, Archie. - You're the real hero.
I know how much your home meant to you.
If you hadn't found that document--
ah, yes, well I didn't. It was all Lexie's work.
You didn't know that we had a resident forger, did you?
- Molly: I don't believe it! - Greg did though--
fortunately.
Doon Brae, it is still your favorite
- part of the estate? - It is, yes.
You know the old ruined cottage up there?
It'll take a lot of work, but it's yours if you want it.
Sounds good.
One question though, what if he hadn't missed?
There was no danger at all.
I sent Duncan to get the pistols--
I told him to put the powder in, not the bullets.
I knew you had something up your sleeve.
I forgot.
What?
You're kidding?
You'd still be safe enough.
These aren't accurate at six feet
and you were at least 15 yards apart.
I'm gonna aim at that dead branch there.
( gunshot )
Archie!
( theme music playing )