"Don't tell me we've lost the hotel!" "Don't worry, ladies." "I'm not just gonna turf you out." "You've got until the end of the month." "Shove it in there." "It was Bronius." "He's took the money and passports and he's just naffed off." "I've done a murder." "You killed Katie?" "No." "Billy killed Katie, so I killed him." "Were you with him on the night of Katie's murder?" "I'm not sure if I was." "This place." "You sign it over to me and you've got your alibi." "Hiya." "Hi." "How are you doing?" "How are you?" "You look enormous!" "I know." "Thanks!" "Och, I know you are going to love it." "And with the baby coming soon, I'm all up for a quick sale." "Oh, my God, David - it's like something out of Scooby-Doo!" "In a good way, I mean." "Och, I know it needs a bit of work, but..." "Well, I'm sure that'll be reflected in the price." "Er, price?" "I'm selling up, Euan." "We haven't even seen the place yet." "This is my friend Flavio, from hairdressing college days, and his partner, David." "They've decided to open up a gastro pub." "Destination restaurant, doll." "Would you believe it?" "Ann Marie, could I have a word?" "Just a couple of secs, boys." "Look, whatever they offer - IF they offer" " I'll top it." "Oh, they'll offer, all right." "When Flavio gets an idea in his head, it's a passion." "He's married money, just like you, Euan." "Only he can get his hands on it." "So how come you've suddenly managed to persuade Sadie to move out, eh?" "Well, if she wants to spend time with her first grandchild, she'll have to spend time with me, and I'm moving to Edinburgh, aren't I?" "Couldn't we work something out?" "We could...if you had cash." "Oh, come on." "We meant something to each other once." "You said it." ""Once"." "The weather's cleared up, which means they'll resume dragging the loch." "Josie, check it out." "OK." "It might still be too dangerous for the divers." "It has been belting down for weeks." "I never thought I'd pray for more rain." "We haven't got enough to even get us to Fort William!" "Doesn't matter." "Ann Marie's agreed to pay us early if we suck up to her guests." "Then we can pack up and go." "Go where?" "We still haven't got any passports." "And even if we did have, a month's wages from this place isn't gonna get us very far." "It'll buy us petrol and ferry tickets to Belfast." "From Barbados to Belfast." "Some dream, hey?" "I can't believe we used to have three million quid, and now we're working for smug-faced Ann Marie." "She only kept us on cos she enjoys watching us slog our guts out for her." "She kept us on cos she wants to flog the hotel as a going concern." "We just have to put up with her till she hands over our wages, and then we're home free." "OK, lads, let's take it easy, eh?" "The currents will still be fierce after all the rain." "Boss!" "Over here." "OK, Ronan, it's a big loch." "I want you to be as specific as possible." "Where did you dump Billy's body?" "Over there somewhere." "Well, where's the rest of my staff?" "Having a late lie-in?" "In that van?" "They're probably scrabbling over each other to get to the sink." "I gave them the option, Mum." "Yes, at the going rate for guest rooms." "It's a business I'm running, not a charity." "I missed you." "You won't have to for much longer." "We're picking the keys up at lunchtime." "The other girls must be jealous - living in that tin shack." "They don't know anything about it yet, do they?" "Why not?" "We don't want them asking us for a room for the night." "Look, this is the start of our new life together." "Don't want anyone else in on it." "Won't they notice you've gone?" "Er..." "I'll tell 'em later." "If you think I'm rushing you into this..." "I'm the one who found the cottage." "I just hope you don't feel that I rushed YOU into it." "I know you've got a lot on your mind at the moment." "That's exactly why I need you." "Shoo!" "I'm coming." "As soon as I'm done here, we'll go and check it out, yeah?" "There you are." "Breakfast's nearly ready." "About time!" "You did say 8.30." "Well, my friends arrived early." "Like that's our fault!" "It will be your fault if today doesn't go perfectly!" "Well, you can count on us." "Oh, good." "Cos I want to lay on something impressive for them." "Oh, well, there's some lovely game around at the moment, and seasonal veg." "Great." "Oi!" "Oh, no, I'm afraid you'll have to feed yourselves later." "The boys are freshening up after their journey, and I want you all ready to show us off by the time they get down." "Ellie, there's fungus in the Burns Room loo that needs cleaned off." "You can get that animal out of here." "Have you never heard of "please" and "thank you"?" "Yes." "That's what you'll be saying to my guests and I if you want paying early." "Your guests will be impressed." "Just keep her out of the way, right?" "Flavio and David don't take to gobby slappers." "They're friends with you, aren't they?" "For God's sake, Shoo, just do as she asks!" "Yes, well, I am doing, aren't I?" "She don't want me here, and I have got better things to do with my time." "Oh, Sadie!" "Oh, thank you!" "I'm so ashamed of the way she keeps bossing everybody about." "It's not for much longer." "If we weren't broke, the last person I'd be working for is Ann Marie." "She keeps on and on at me about moving in with her and the baby." "I don't know how you can stomach it." "She uses that baby like a weapon." "Well, I can't pretend it's easy." "But she is my daughter and... ..and it is my grandchild." "Come on, Sadie." "You know we can't stay here - not with Marius's body in the loch." "Oh, no, I know." "Besides, wouldn't you rather be dancing with us on some Caribbean island than dancing to Ann Marie's tune?" "David, Flavio, this is my mother" " Sadie." "How do you do?" "Look at her waistcoat." "Straight out of Nashville or what?" "And this is our chambermaid." "OK, come on, let me show you around." "When do we leave?" "First thing tomorrow." "'Scuse..." "Sorry." "Hiya." "Hi." "What's going on?" "Something." "Are you sure it was here?" "I figured the currents were stronger where it opens up." "I was banking on him getting swept out to sea, so he'd never be found." "Nash!" "Nash!" "Come back here!" "Sorry." "OK." "He looks great." "More than I can say for you." "You OK?" "I'm getting by better than when I was lying." "Any luck, Chief Inspector?" "Oh, not yet." "It's early days." "How long will you search, you know, before giving up?" "Well, let's just hope it doesn't come to that, eh?" "Yeah." "For everyone's sakes, eh?" "They won't find the body." "It's been washed out to sea." "I mean, you want them to find him soon as, though, yeah?" "Ronan?" "Ronan!" "You'd better go." "Yeah, but..." "Thanks for looking after him." "It's been the only thing getting me by right now..." "OK..." "Knowing that he's in safe hands." "Let me through, that's my son." "Ronan, are you all right?" "Ronan, son." "How are you doing?" "Not bad." "Good." "I mean, look past the decor, obviously, but I mean, check out the space, the location... doesn't it just scream "destination restaurant"?" "Oh, my God - yes!" "Let's not jump the gun, Flavio." "We've only just got here." ""Destination restaurant"?" "What's all this?" "Destination." "A place you go to." "Restaurant." "A place you eat in." "Aw, bless!" "It's new-concept dining." "You wouldn't have a clue." "Listen, sonny," "I may be deaf, but not daft." "I know fine what you mean." "Somewhere the rich drive miles to get to, to eat expensive crap and then drive miles back." "Am I right?" "She's not wrong." "And where does that leave the locals?" "Well, whatever, obviously." "It's hardly a destination if you already live here, is it?" "Mum." "Could you maybe just make us all a cup of tea?" "Now we see where YOU get your temper from, Ann Marie." "Forget about the old dear." "I've just done a six-week interior design course for this very place." "It will be taste, not tat, don't you worry." "Well... it's yours if you want it, and you know it's a bargain." "They're going to tear the heart out of this village." "Don't exaggerate, Sadie." "If you couldn't come to this pub, where else would you socialise?" "Exactly." "The next pub's 15 miles away." "So nobody'll meet anybody." "There's the shop." "Hope Springs has been your home." "If we ever come back, this place will be like a ghost town." "Come back?" "Well, even if we can't, what about the other villagers?" "And to think it's my own daughter that's stabbing them in the back." "Oh..." "With luck, they'll find Billy's body miles from where we dumped..." "Hannah, I forgot all about the boys being vegetarians." "You'll have to re-think, and quick." "I want to seal the deal over lunch." "Wait a minute." "Are you saying it's a vegetarian destination restaurant they're planning to open up here?" "Oh, Flavio won't go near anything that once had eyelashes." "Flavio!" "If he's Italian, I'm Gina Lollobrigida." "Listen, those two, they're just a couple of city boys." "They have no idea how downright dirty and dangerous living in the country can be." "Just be careful, cos if Ann Marie susses that we're not playing by the rules, she'll refuse to pay us." "Well done, Josie." "HANNAH:" "Oh, this is a nightmare!" "They're from the dump." "They were already dead." "Please!" "Not where there's food!" "That's the whole point, darling." "I'll get you a valium." "Not till you've burnt that bin!" "Here's the kitchen." "Hannah, tell the boys how you've built up the restaurant's reputation." "Um, well...it wasn't hard to improve on." "It was only microwaved toasties when we came." "Hannah's quite the celebrity chef round here." "Really!" "Flavio's been dreaming of his own vegetarian restaurant ever since he got his SVQ from catering school last year." "This kitchen COULD be fantastic... ..when it's all ripped out." "Oh, my...!" "For goodness' sake!" "Oh, my God!" "I'll get the traps out." " I'm going to be sick!" "Oh, Dean, I love it, babes!" "We can have our tea here every night." "Oh, it'd be so great." "It WILL be great." "And..." "How good is this?" "Bloody hell, that's comfy!" "I'll get odd jobs and stuff, help pay the rent." "Plus your wages." "I'll have to get another job, though." "Ann Marie is doing my head in." "Maybe the new guys'll keep you on." "You're joking, aren't you?" "I'm not working for those pair of clowns." "Neither's any of us." "So what's your mates planning, then?" "I dunno." "They'll probably move on." "I'm gonna miss 'em." "Yeah, I know." "But... you've got me." "What do you say?" "Can we move in tonight?" "I packed my stuff this morning." "I've just got to tell the others." "Right, well, we'll have to get some supplies in, like milk and eggs and bread and stuff..." "You all right?" "Er...yeah." "Shoo?" "Shoo!" "This bread is divine!" "Maybe we could get you a job in the new restaurant." "We will definitely need a kitchen assistant." "Glad to see the filthy vermin haven't spoiled your appetite." "I have explained it was a one-off." "I was a bit freaked out, but like David said," "I will have to get used to living in the country, what with the bugs and midges and things." "Oh, can you believe it?" "You only just put that trap down!" "I'll get it." "I swear in all my time here, I've never seen a rat once...ever." "We had that infestation in July." "Oh, but I think that was before you took over." "Once they're in the walls, it's a matter of fire-fighting." "Thing to do is get pest control in when building work's just started." "That way, you make it part of your infrastructure." "David's firm has bought tons of properties." "Not a lot fazes him." "Well, isn't that a stroke of luck?" "Welcome to the country, boys!" "Maybe it's something you ate." "I can't hardly eat anything at the moment." "And that's the second time today..." "and on and off all last week." "I think I've got something really bad, Dean." "What?" "You're not pregnant, are you?" "Like I wouldn't know if I was pregnant." "No." "Dunno." "Maybe it's, you know, the air in here." "Eh?" "It's a bit stale." "Do you know what I reckon it is?" "Nerves." "You're scared of telling Ellie and the others you're moving out." "Why don't I tell her?" "I tell you what, why don't you get stuff sorted out in here and, er... and then I'll go and get the food, eh?" "Maybe the walk'll sort me out." "Deal." "Great." "Boss!" "Let's have lunch." "Shoo, good." "You can do me a favour while you're here." "Take this back to Josie for me, would you?" "It's Nash's bowl and a couple of his wee toys." "Oh, you may as well keep 'em." "She's got to give him back to you." "I thought Ronan wanted her to look after him." "Yeah, but Ellie says she can't, now we're broke." "Oh." "Josie's really cut up about it, cos Ronan didn't want Nash anywhere near his psycho dad." "Oh, er..." "I mean..." "Mr Harries." "Well, what was it you wanted, anyway?" "Oh, yeah, just one of those, um... um...pregnancy test kits." "Oh, it's not for me, it's for..." "Dean...for his mum." "You'll need to go to the chemist in town for that." "Right, yeah." "Right." "Bye." "Ta-ra." "Phoo!" "Bleeding hell!" "What's that smell?" "Mmm, you might want to look at your septic tank." "It could be overflowing." "What's a septic tank?" "Well, let me put it this way... it could put you in mind of something you might get served at a destination restaurant." "For goodness' sake, it's just the sewage system in the country." "Everyone's got one." "There's nothing to it, unless you forget to have it emptied." "Well, if we're going to live here, we may as well get to know one up close." "I feel like Felicity Kendal in The Good Life." "Do I need dungarees?" "Och no, you just call up a wee man with a big hose." "Sounds like my kinda guy!" "Is this it here?" "GROANING IN PIPES It's making some racket." "Is it meant to be doing that?" "Oh, my...!" "Oh!" "Get it off, get it off!" "David, don't touch me!" "DAVID:" "Hold on." "There must have been a blockage." "This never happens!" "I'm starting to think it's a good thing you're selling up." "Someone else's problem now, eh?" "Why do we need a stupid septic tank, anyway?" "You could always try holding it in!" "Something wrong with your septic tank?" "Great timing, eh?" "Actually, David and Flavio love it, warts and all." "Look, I know that you want to get back at me." "Why?" "Just because you plied me with Drambuie and got me up the duff?" "That's not the way I remember it." "I was drunk, Euan." "Don't you think you're using that as an excuse?" "Because I'll admit it... ..I was jealous of Gil." "After all this, don't you think it's time we put the long knives away?" "Now that all this has come out, and Ronan's in jail, things are much worse for me and Ina." "We could still be a team." "What?" "You, me and your wife?" "That's up to you." "Think about it, eh?" "Let's get you upstairs and showered, come on." "David!" "Hiya." "You couldn't handle another four for lunch, could you?" "It's been a pretty heavy morning and everybody's hungry." "Well, let me see..." "I've got some venison going spare." "Great." "How's the search going?" "Oh, er, no luck yet." "But fingers crossed - it's just a matter of time." "Right." "We'd be happy with sandwiches." "Oh, no, no, no...it's not that." "I'd love to get you lunch." "It's what I enjoy." "Hey!" "Hey!" "What's up?" "It's just with Ann Marie selling the hotel and everything," "I'm going to miss it." "You won't leave Hope Springs, though?" "Oh, we'll probably have to, won't we?" "I don't want you to go, either." "You don't want Ellie to go, you mean." "Eh?" "Come on." "You've had a thing about her ever since you met her." "Maybe I did." "But I just..." "I think I was just looking for a way out of the mistake I was making with Ann Marie." "I think I'm done making a fool of myself." "That's good." "That's good." "Are we...?" "Is this...?" "Well..." "I was wondering if it was just me." "Thanks a lot." "What's up with you?" "You, is what." "Rats, septic tanks and food preparation do not go hand in hand, so get out of my kitchen." "If only you'd had your camera ready, babe, I'd have been top billing on You've Been Framed!" "An orange juice, and another bottle of Chardie." "Oh, and Ellie, I imagine that David and Flavio's room will be a little soiled after... so I want you to thoroughly clean it before they go up - got it?" "I like your style, honey!" "No messing." "Well," "I tell you, you've got to be clear with these people, otherwise you'll never get anything done." "It doesn't seem to matter what we do, those knobs still want to buy the place." "We'll see about that." "Forget it, Ellie." "This village is not your problem any more, nor ours." "My psychic says I am going to be famous." "When I did my TV presenting course, I met Lorraine Kelly." "I love her, I do!" "Hey, she could officially open the restaurant once we re-furb!" "That's a great idea!" "Just have to price these povvos out." "I mean, I'm sorry, they hold their cutlery like primates with sticks." "Manners, dear." "You're getting drunk and bitchy." "There's no way I'm letting those stuck-up snobs get their hands on this hotel." "Yeah, well, we've been doing our best to put them off, Els." "Have we?" "Maybe we've been going about it the wrong way." "Maybe it's not the hotel we should be putting them off." "Maybe it's us... peasants." "Here we go, gents." "That's funny." "She was supposed to get our shopping in." "Maybe she's got other things on her mind." "Dean, are you short of work just now?" "Just a bit." "Well, I'm a man down here, and I'm trying to develop my baking skills with Hannah, and... ..well, frankly, I owe you a break after all the grief I've given you." "What does Mr Harries say about it?" "It's my shop, Dean." "I'm offering you a job." "Do you want it or not?" "Too right I do." "Good." "Well, I've some stock needs collecting this afternoon." "How's that?" "I can't wait to tell Shoo." "Thanks, Mrs Harries." "You don't know what this means to me." "You'll know Ann Marie is selling the hotel." "What your daughter does or doesn't do these days is of no interest to me, I'm afraid." "She's got buyers." "Two prats from Edinburgh plan to turn it into a..." "What was it?" "Oh, yeah... a "destination restaurant"." "Oh, that's not good." "Mo was just saying earlier how he might have to sell up if the hotel went." "That's what happens, isn't it?" "No more pub." "No more focal point for the village." "But what can WE do?" "Power to the people - that's what I say." "Right." "Count me in." "And me." "We'll need to make some phone calls, get as many of the villagers in as we can." "See what they think when they're faced with a full-scale prison riot." "Like you see on the telly." "Oh, by the way, you'll be missing these." "Shoo must have packed them in her bag by accident." "You what?" "Right, look, she's scared of telling you, so I will." "Shoo and I are moving in to our own place together, tonight." "Just make sure you try to stop them buying the hotel." "You'll never believe this." "And I mean not in a hundred years." "Oh, my God!" "They were in Shoo's bag all along." "No way!" "You're joking." "She's moved in with him, Dean says." "Poor love's too scared to tell us!" "And we've been living in that cramped hell hole for weeks." "We could have been long gone." "Wait till I get these round her neck!" "'Positive.'" "It's a submerged car." "I don't know if it's relevant." "I will when they get the heavy lifting gear up here, pronto." "Where will they look now?" "REPLY INAUDIBLE" "I'll call my solicitor and they can get the ball rolling this afternoon." "Cheers!" "Where are they?" "Is that them there?" "You the folk from Edinburgh trying to turf us out of our pub?" "Excuse me!" "What's this?" "This pair want to shut the hotel and build a fancy restaurant." "Is that right?" "If it is, it's no concern of yours." "Come on, now." "I think you've made your point." "That's just a wee taste of what you're going to get if you open your snotty restaurant here." "Mum, are you responsible for this?" "Oh, we just wanted to show your celebrity clients what kind of "destination" they're chucking their money away on." "Yeah, if you must sell, Ann Marie, at least sell to someone who'll welcome the locals." "Unlike your husband, who'd knock the place down and build flats." "Well, you'd know more about my husband than me, dear." "Desperate Housewives, eat your heart out!" "I assume you've the right to kick troublemakers out?" "I'll "troublemake" your arse!" "Homophobes!" "I knew it!" "You are out of order, Mum." "You're so out of order!" "No, Ann Marie, it's you who are out of order, stabbing the villagers in the back!" "MURMURING" "You know, country folk don't like outsiders coming in and changing their way of life." "Night...mare!" "Not at all." "This could work in our favour." "Shoo." "Shoo!" "I've been looking all over." "Ina said you were acting funny in the shop." "Did you get sick again?" "Yeah..." "No..." "I'm just a bit stressed, that's all." "Not as stressed as those two posers." "You should have seen their faces!" "Well, cheer up, babe." "At least I saved you from getting in Ellie's bad books again." "Eh?" "You nearly took everyone's passports." "I gave them back, and I told her about us moving in together." "So it's sorted." "She knows everything, and guess what, the world didn't end!" "Anyway, look, I've got to go, because another bit of good news" " Ina's offered me a job in the shop!" "Oh, babes, that's brilliant news!" "See you later." "You can forget about coming to Edinburgh with me." "You're going into a home." "And you'd better behave, if you ever want to see your grandchild." "What's happened to you, Ann Marie?" "You know what?" "Just go tell it to your friends, because I'm not interested." "Um..." "Ann Marie, love, can we have...?" "Oh, come on, lads." "You're not going to let a little local fracas put you off." "I mean, this lot protest if the lollypop lady has her uniform changed." "Maybe so." "But as a business proposition, we'll have to factor in a potential loss of earnings initially." "What?" "Obviously... and we don't want to do this... but we're going to have to lower our offer." "It's just business, doll." "Have a think about it." "We've probably been over-hasty anyway, so we're going to have a look round the village, make sure we're not making a mistake all round." "It'll give us all a chance to let the dust settle and then we can talk brass tacks, eh?" "I've never seen the villagers so angry." "Villagers?" "Savages, more like." "No wonder your pals have scarpered, eh?" "They've scarpered nowhere." "They've gone out for a wee stroll while I consider their revised offer." "What?" "After all that?" "I know, bad luck, eh, Mum?" "But like I say, Flavio's a very passionate man." "What now?" "You!" "It's empty." "I was scared." "Scared?" "Of going to Barbados?" "No." "Of leaving Hope Springs." "I love Dean." "What, so sod the rest of us?" "No." "You know I love you lot too." "That's why I took the passports." "Cos, er..." "I wanted you to stay with me." "You'd no right." "Come on, Ellie, lay off." "I know where she's coming from." "I do, too." "They ain't found anything yet." "Yeah, they might never." "We can't take that risk." "Least we can cross the Channel now, eh?" "I want the DNA results as soon as possible, OK?" "I may be jumping the gun here, but that car doesn't exactly scream "Billy McKenzie", does it?" "It doesn't scream anyone, unless there's a one-armed, green man walking around." "It's been in the water too long." "We'll just have to wait for the results." "But in the meantime, presumably there was once a body attached to that arm, huh?" "Gil." "Usual?" "Yup." "You're looking wired." "Yeah, well, it's been a bit of a strange day." "Oh, why's that?" "Oh, I started out looking for a body, ended up finding an arm." "You never did!" "I did." "Severed right there and stuffed in the boot of a car, would you believe?" "Eh?" "What?" "Oh, no, it can't be." "Ellie?" "Another murder?" "Well, we don't know, yet." "Who's next?" "Oh, God." "We're none of us safe." "Eh?" "What do you mean "another"?" "Two murders?" "In Hope Springs?" "Three, to be precise." "Three?" "She's going demented." "It's a shame." "You know it's the horrible truth, Ann Marie." "Sadie." "Please don't." "Yeah, shut up, Mum." "We need to hear this." "It all started with young Katie Watson." "A lovely girl, only sixteen." "A sixteen year-old girl?" "And then Billy McKenzie." "They say he's at the bottom of the loch with his eyes gouged out." "And now this... unidentified body." "There's a serial killer on the loose, and he's living in Hope Springs." "And it could be any one of you." "No, no, no, no wait!" "No, wait!" "Well done, Mum." "I'm guessing that was the outcome you wanted?" "Erm, any idea who the arm does belong to?" "Well, we've got forensics on it right now." "And there's a trace on the car." "Thank you." "No way am I hanging about to get my limbs hacked off by a bunch of blood-crazed teuchters!" "Hope Springs?" "Deliverance County more like." "What d'you think they do with them?" "What?" "The limbs?" "I don't know... but you've seen The Wicker Man." "Boys..." "I've had a think about your reduced offer, and in light of all the things that do need doing, I've decided to accept." "I'm sorry, love." "But we've had a rethink too." "We're going to look for somewhere abroad." "There's a place in Beirut we're considering." "Nice and quiet compared to here." "Oh, now, you're not talking about that business at the loch, because that was just a one off..." "Excuse me, Ann Marie." "The rats were a "one off", the septic tank was a "one off"... the riot was a "one off"... but you cannae call three brutal murders a friggin' wan aff, so dinnae act it, right?" "But thanks for having us, eh?" "Well, thanks for nothing!" "Soor-faced bitch, always was." "Not only have they found an arm, they've found it in the car..." "Well, I hope you're all pleased with yourselves." "You're jumping to conclusions." "Oh, yeah, I'm doing that all right." "I conclude that you're all sacked!" "As of now." "Yeah?" "Fine." "But we want wages for the work we done this month." "Yeah, you promised!" "Yeah, and you promised to make this place look good." "So if you want your wages, sue me!" "That's just brilliant." "I mean how the hell are we going to get out of this place, we've only got a few quid between us!" "Maybe we could wait." "We can't wait!" "'In other news, Scottish police launched a nationwide appeal after 'finding a severed arm in the boot of a car recovered from a Highland loch." "'Police released this picture of a ring found on the little finger of the hand." "'If anyone recognises this item..." "INCREASES VOLUME OF TV" "'..could they please contact the incident room at Hope Springs police station, immediately.'" "Marius!" "'As for the car all we can say for certain at this moment is that it was not registered locally.'" "No rush." "She's gone out." "She's changed the bleeding combination." "I am so going to smack her one when she gets back." "No, you're not." "Our only chance now is to try and make it up with her." "I bet you were expecting me." "No..." "I wasn't." "You surprise me, Euan." "You know how persuasive you can be." "With me anyway." "That's because I care about you." "Well, as you well know... the feeling's mutual." "Well, this is a bit of a turnaround, isn't it?" "Like I said... you gave me plenty to think about and I thought." "You mean you'll consider selling me the hotel?" "I hope the hotel's not more important to you than...us?" "It means nothing to me..." "The boys are dead keen." "Despite all the carry on they've offered the full asking price, but I could be persuaded to go to sealed bids." "Just depends how keen you are." "Oh, I'm keen all right." "Well, you'd better make your move quick, cos they're expecting my answer within the hour." "'Course, they don't have to ask their wife for the money." "Just leave Ina to me." "The money's as good as in your bank." "Well, that just might change things between us." "I'm not handing over my father's hard-earned money to your bit on the side." "Think about it, Ina." "If we buy the hotel, we'll be saving the heart of this village." "Oh, aye?" "Weren't you going to demolish it and build some cheap flats?" "I'm a changed man, Ina." "Yeah, and I'm changed an' all." "Hannah's taught me to have some self-respect." "That's why my father's money's staying put." "Safely in the trust fund that he set up for me." "See if you don't take that smug smile off your face..." "Try it and I'll crack your nose open." "Ina, I've just stacked those boxes where there was space." "All right?" "You can go now, Dean, I'll lock up." "What's he doing here?" "Working." "I've got myself a lawyer, Euan." "He'll be serving you with papers round about this time tomorrow." "By which time I'll expect you to have moved your things out of the house." "We just wanted to go that extra mile to clean the place." "Oh, there, I think that's the last of the stink gone." "Oh, it smells like a pine forest." "Yeah, Josie and Shoo's cleaning the chimney, all for free." "Just to show that there's no hard feelings." "Well, you know, you might have actually done me a favour getting rid of Thelma and Louise." "Maybe I have been a bit mean about your money." "Are you feeling OK?" "I didn't expect you back so soon." "Er, what you were saying earlier?" "It's positive." "Oh, babe!" "You want it?" "Cos I do." "So do I!" "Yeah, but..." "But, no, no." "No buts." "Look, just..." "I know we're young, right?" "But finish up at the hotel and come home and we'll talk about it over dinner." "Whatever happens, we're in this together, OK?" "OK." "Champagne, please." "Celebrating, are we?" "Oh, yes." "Oh, let me guess." "A certain little purchase not a hundred miles from here?" "No." "A divorce." "This is some kind of joke, right?" "No." "Deadly serious." "You're divorcing Euan?" "Yes." "And the process starts now." "You won't regret it." "I know fine I won't." "And I can't wait to get my sleeves rolled up and start developing our catering business, Hannah." "And I hope you're all free to come to a wee party at my house tomorrow night." "Euan can move into his office." "Cheers." "Cheers." "And you won't be getting any money off me to put your mother in a home." "Oh, yes." "It's all round the village." "Well, said." "But you don't have to worry because I have other plans." "So long as it involves you buggering off, I'll be happy." "Then you can start smiling. £42.50." "Oh, and Josie, thanks." "Now that Euan's moving out" "I think it's only right that I look after Nash." "You've been too kind already." "Oh." "Yeah, cool." "Look, Ina?" "Look after Ronan an'all, will you?" "Well, obviously." "He's my son." "Oh, yeah, I know, but I mean..." "Look, I'm worried, yeah?" "I got a feeling that there's something... something he's not saying." "Something that's eating at him." "Thanks, dear." "I'll keep it in mind." "I'm not going to cheat on Ina any more." "And if you and I are serious about one another... ..I just felt she needed to know the score." "How did she take it?" "Badly." "Really?" "Cos she was celebrating with champagne last time I looked." "Huh, well that's just what she does..." "Finds comfort in the bottle whenever possible." "Pretends thing's are all right when they're not." "I just can't take it any more." "To hell with her money." "Don't mess with me, Euan." "I need to know you really mean it." "Look into my eyes..." "I'm yours if you'll have me." "What would you say if I didn't sell up to the boys?" "I could keep the hotel and we could run it together?" "Oh, you don't know..." "Can we stop fighting this, finally?" "Because I want this, Ann Marie." "You, me, our hotel, our baby..." "Cos damn it, I know he's mine!" "Drink, Shoo?" "Oh, I'll just have a coke." "Oh, Ann Marie's got a lot to answer for if she's put YOU off the bevy." "Well, you don't need to feel bad about leaving her, any more." "No, she's made it perfectly clear what she wants." "And Ann Marie can get herself another bunch of skivvies." "Still, we saved the hotel, eh?" "From that two?" "I can't be doing with Edinburgh folk." "They're English in all but name." "Whereas you are honorary Scottish lassies, all of you." "Actually, it turns out I got a bit of Scottish blood in me." "You never said?" "I've just found out." "Can I just remind, we'll be up on a murder charge if they trace back Marius's arm?" "Murder'?" "Do you really think so?" "It was self-defence, wasn't it?" "You're right, Hans." "Oh, "Yes, my lord." "We failed to report the self-defence," ""but dumped the body in his car and hoped he'd never be found." ""And there's the small fact that we all have criminal records."" "So what's this?" "Workers' playtime." "Cough up our money, Ann Marie." "That's a bit demanding, isn't it?" "Threatening, even." "But you know, actually, I will pay you." "There's going to be a whole new regime at this hotel." "What are you planning?" "Never you mind, Mum." "But what I will say is that I don't want any of you lot part of it." "Euan Harries and I are going into business." "Oh, God." "That figures." "Didn't take you long to move in there." "Yeah, anyone would've thought we'd planned it." "The whole network?" "I've got a list." "In a security locker." "Everyone involved in the Rinkscape robberies." "And that's just scratching the surface, mate." "Dig a little from there and you're mining gold." "Sounds like a good deal." "Yeah, if I get my condition." "I want out, first thing, as soon as you've got the list." "Can't do it." "Then I can't help you." "Wait a sec." "If we speed things up, it'll only be a couple of weeks." "Useless." "I said first thing or I'll do my time, no bluff." "Of course, I'm afraid I'll have to deduct for breakages, unauthorised time off, oh, tardiness and I'll be wanting compensation for your petty little demonstration today." "So, I think that's us all squared and settled up, if you could just get your things packed." "Fifteen pound?" "I don't believe it!" "Are you taking the?" "I know, you're lucky I'm not invoicing you!" "You're stealing from us." "That's our hard earned wages!" "So take me to an industrial tribunal, just get out of my hotel." "What do you think you're...?" "Night, Gil." "Yeah, night." "Hans!" "Night." "I'll, er..." "I'll see you tomorrow." "I wish." "I don't care." "I thought you were frigid!" "So did I." "It'll be just for a half hour, then we'll call someone to let you out." "You're going to regret..." "You are so gonna regret this!" "How could you do this to me, Mum?" "Easily." "Maybe I should've done it years ago." "Get her in." "You'll be fine." "OK, let's get going." "Cameron... 'You'd better come back to the station, boss." "'We've got an ID on the arm.'" "Are you absolutely sure?" "'Definitely, it just came in from the Yard.' Right." "I'll be right there." "Ellie." "I don't want to go." "I can't." "I just can't." "I love Dean and I want to stay with him forever." "I'm pregnant." "What?" "!" "Oh, Shoo!" "He's gonna be sitting waiting for me now, in our little cottage, what I've never even slept in yet." "I don't want to leave you lot, but I can't leave him either!" "Oh, come on, Els..." "A little Shoo junior for the family?" "And I swear... the best times of my life I've spent on those hills." "I don't want to go an'all." "Well, now everyone's had their say..." "I want to make a go of it here." "She snogged Gil!" "Oh, God, Ellie." "You did say you weren't interested." "'Course I'm not, Hannah." "I've never had feelings for him, he's just a mate." "It's not just him, it's this place This is where my heart is now." "But only if we're all together." "I've been thinking, if Ann Marie isn't going to Edinburgh," "I might catch a glimpse of my grandchild now and again." "Couldn't we find a way?" "Oh, no." "He knows!" "What's it to be?" "We get out of here now, or prison?" "You're not going anywhere." "Will you damned well tell me the truth about yourselves, for once!" "Two Scotland Yard detectives are on their way here to take over the investigation." "DS Neame and DC Nottage." "Hiya." "You got word we're looking for these English women." "That's it then, we're stuffed." "Shoo!" "I love you, Dean." "You are not delivering my baby!"