(bright music) (somber chanting) - Terrific rates.

But the question is do they take wee dogs?

What do you think?

- I just presumed he'd like chocolate.

It never occurred to me to ask him first.

Do you, erm, talk to your dog a lot, mister?

- Macbeth, Hamish.

Er, no, I don't really talk to my dog.

(Jock barks) Rhetorical question, miss?

Mrs.?

- Laura will do.

Laura McDuff.

Look, what was your question again?

- I see Columbus Guesthouse, I was just wondering whether they took dogs.

- Oh, they'll take your dog.

I just hope he's not fussy about the company he keeps.

(van horn honks) I'll need to go.

- Okay.

- Find yourself another place to stay, Mr. Macbeth.

Rhona!

(Rhona and Laura laughing) Oh, it's good to see you.

(dramatic music) - Terrific rates, Jock.

Come on.

(dramatic music) - Mr. McDuff!

- [Mr. McDuff] Yes?

- Is she ready yet, Mr. McDuff?

Is she ready?

- If she was ready, I wouldn't be stood over her like a half shut knife, now, would I?

- Mr. McDuff, there is a man and his dog sitting at the harbor as we speak.

And this man, Mr. McDuff, has phoned about lodgings.

- I won't have her ready for hours yet.

- Damn it, McDuff, I told this man that I would send the house car for him.

- I am applying good Protestant, rational thought to a mechanical problem here, Mr. McPhail.

And eventually, by the application of good Protestant rational thought, I will solve this problem.

Now, if you think it will speed things up by dousing the vehicle's entrails with your so-called holy water, by all means, go ahead.

- There is no time for disputation, Mr. McDuff.

If we don't get to that man soon, it'll turn him against us.

- I agree, Mr. McPhail.

But listen very carefully.

Tell this man to go and find the Busy B.

And when he finds her, to go aboard and speak to my sister, Barbara.

- Your sister, I never thought.

- Of course not.

You're a Catholic.

(dramatic music) - [Hamish] Mrs. Scott?

- Yes?

- Yeah, I'm trying to get to Saint Columbus.

The chap on the phone says you can maybe run me out there.

- If you'll give me a minute to clean up, we'll be on our way.

- Aye.

(Barbara winces) You okay?

- Just too much pulling and hauling, I think.

(gulls cawing) - So what's wrong with her?

- Ach, everything.

Thanks, John.

She's going for scrap, I'm afraid.

I'm just trying to save what I can.

- Oh, that's a shame.

- Yes, it is.

Still, I'm off to the mainland tomorrow to look for a replacement.

- Oh, listen, I can hang on if you want to finish what you're doing.

- No, no, I've all I'm going to get.

(dramatic music) (car horn honks) My husband.

He's a special constable in Laggan-Laggan.

Do you know anything about the Jewish religion, Mr. Macbeth?

- Not a lot, no.

- Their clergy are called rabbis and their churches synagogues.

Their holy book is the Torah and Jewish men assume full religious responsibility at the age of 13, their bar mitzvah.

Try and remember all that.

(gentle music) (Jock barks) - It's up to scratch, then, Mr. Macbeth?

- Yeah, it's perfect.

- Excellent.

Now, dinner's not till seven, but I can get our housekeeper, Claire, to do you a sandwich now if you want.

- No, no, I'll be okay till seven.

I can get bit of a walk in before then.

- As you wish, Mr. Macbeth.

(birds chirping) - [Hamish] Is that Mr. McDuff, you said?

- [McPhail] Yes.

- [Hamish] Any relation to a Laura McDuff at all?

- He has a daughter by that name, but Laura's been gone for over 10 years.

- I met this one down at the harbor.

She was picked up by a lady in a camper van.

- Well, I...

I think I'll shove off now, let you get yourself settled in.

- How long are you away for?

- A few days.

There are three or four boats I want to look at.

- You sure you're up to it, Barbara?

You look tired.

- Sure, I'm up to it.

You worry too much.

(birds chirping) Oh, and I've told Duncan to bring the groceries round tomorrow.

- You need not trouble him.

- Oh, he won't mind.

And you'll need the extra now that Mr. Macbeth is here.

- Your sister's right, McDuff.

We have to look after our guest.

Thank you, Barbara, for picking him up.

- My pleasure, Angus.

What does he think of the place?

- He said it was perfect.

And he also said that Laura got off the ferry along with him.

(dramatic music) - I know.

I saw her.

(dramatic music) (Jock barking) (dramatic music) - Hello, again.

- You found a place to stay?

- Yeah, I'm at the church.

- Oh.

And how is everyone at St. Columbus?

- Oh, they seemed fine to me.

What are you doing?

- Oh, I used to live here.

I'm thinking of rebuilding it as a holiday home.

- Is that right?

- Rhona!

- I thought you might be hungry.

(Laura laughs) - I'm very hungry.

Oh, this is my aunt, Rhona Lindsay.

- Hi.

- Mr. Macbeth.

- That's right.

Well, I'd better be going.

It was really nice to see you again.

- Er, call around anytime.

Tomorrow evening, if you like.

We can eat.

- What, here?

- It's where I'm staying.

- Well, I guess I'll be along, then.

Bye.

See ya.

Come on, Jock.

- You've gotten brazen while you were away.

(Laura laughs) (door slams) - Barbara.

(drink pouring) Barbara?

- [Hamish] I'll never manage all this.

- Of course you'll manage it.

And when you've got it down you, Mr. Macbeth, you tell me if Miss Claire Fleming's not a blue ribbon cook.

- Just eat what you can, Mr. Macbeth.

I wouldn't be offended if you leave some.

- Okay.

- Enoch's saying grace, Mr. Macbeth.

The Protestant version.

I've never heard it, of course, but I'm sure it sounds just awful.

(clock ticking) - I've finished.

- Our turn now, Mr. Macbeth.

Let's yell it out!

- Sorry?

- Oh, I spotted you for one of the faithful the first time I saw you.

It's that look of what would you call it?

Spiritual certainty.

It gives us all away.

- Well, actually, I'm, erm...

I'm Jewish.

- Well, damn me!

Begging your pardon, Claire.

Jewish?

- I hope you don't mind.

- Oh, it's not a problem, Mr. Macbeth.

Most of our borders turn out to be Jewish.

- So, uh, so what's your first name, Mr. Macbeth?

(stammering) Is it Moishe or something?

- No, no, no, it's, erm, it's Hamish.

- [McPhail] Hamish?

- I know it sounds odd.

Oh, well I remember once, erm, it was just shortly after my bar mitzvah, I was, I was down in the synagogue, leafing through the Torah, as you do.

As I do.

And, erm, well, I came across this reference to an ancient Jewish, well, hero, called Hamish.

And, erm, when I spoke to my rabbi about it, erm, he told me that this Hamish character had been, you know, some great, erm, Hebrew soldier.

- Good God.

Well, live and learn.

Well, you don't mind if Claire and I-- - No, certainly, go ahead.

- [McPhail] Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive from thy bounty.

Through Christ our Lord, Amen.

Oh, and bless His Holiness the Pope.

- Damn it, McPhail!

Begging your pardon, Claire.

I will not have that infernal prince mentioned in my presence!

Now, we agreed.

- For the love of God, McDuff.

It just slipped out.

- That was a low blow, Father.

(marker scrawling aggressively) - That's a fine smelling cigarette, Hamish.

- Aye, sir, it's herbal.

Try to stay off the old tobacco, you know.

- Puts me in mind of the old incense.

We priests waft it around the church during certain services.

Wonderfully pungent.

- It dulls the senses, you mean.

So that you and the rest of your craft can continue hoodwinking your poor ignorant congregation.

- You don't have to talk some tosh, McDuff.

We of the more ancient faiths appreciate the importance of ritual and ceremony.

Isn't that right, Hamish?

- Well-- - Have you ever been to a Protestant service?

- Well, I-- - Ah, dreadful affairs.

I was at one once.

Many moons ago, admittedly, but I don't suppose it's changed much.

Ah, it was a requiem.

Oh, sir, talk about dour.

We are talking drabness raised to the level of an art form.

And then this desiccated old stick of a minister got up and droned on and on about Hell and tortured souls writhing in agony.

I tell you, I was ready to open a vein right there and then.

- I will not sit here and listen to your malignant chatter, McPhail.

We do not need priests or ceremonies, or damned incense, begging your pardon, Claire.

We do not need bishops or cardinals or P-O-P-E-Ses!

We are a faith based on reason.

- Reason, my arse.

I beg your pardon, Claire.

Religion is irrational, per se.

So if you're going to believe in it, you might as well have a little bit of magic in the proceedings.

- Ha!

Magic.

That's exactly my point.

Abraca-bloody-dabra!

Begging your pardon, Claire.

Charlatans!

Deceiving good people like Claire-- - Deceiving?

Don't you call me a deceiver or by God, I'll-- (glass shatters nearby) (tense music) (light clicks on) (tense music) Damned youngsters.

What will they be up to next, I wonder?

- Youngsters?

- The man's not a fool, McPhail.

- No.

- Why don't I get my coat and Hamish can see me home.

And we can talk on the way.

- Hamish?

- Yeah, sure.

(dramatic music) - 20 years ago, Enoch McDuff's wife, Fiona, she was found dead at the foot of these cliffs.

And as far as the people on this island are concerned, Enoch killed her.

- So what happened back there is a regular thing?

- No.

No.

No, we've had nothing like that for a long time.

Well, not since Laura left.

- I'm so sorry, Angus.

- Oh, it's a pane of glass.

(glass clinking) - How did he end up living in the church?

- Well, his house burned down.

Rhona Lindsay, that's his wife's sister, she took Laura in, but, well, there was nowhere for Enoch to go.

So I asked Father McPhail to help and he did.

But ever since Enoch moved in, the local people stopped coming to the church.

They go to St. Martin's on the other side of the island.

- No congregation, no money.

- Well, that's right.

In order to maintain the church, we need money from boarders.

We need the money you're giving us, Hamish.

- Well, I'm not leaving.

I like the place.

I like the rates.

And I especially like the cooking.

(Jock barking) (tense music) Claire?

(Jock barking) - Sorry, Hamish, but I think there's someone in there.

(tense music) (light clicks on) (tense music) (light clicks on) (tense music) - Everything okay?

- Oh, it seems to be.

Must have been my imagination.

- Well, I'll take a scout around outside before I go.

(tense music) (bell tolling) (Hamish exclaims) (Jock barks) (bell tolling) - [Radio Priest] To you before God our Father.

For you are the one who may change his nights and whose constancy and faithfulness never end.

(choral music) Praise be to you for revealing your... (bells tolling) - Jock.

(bell tolling) Thank you.

- In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

(choral music on radio) (Hamish and man speaking in distance) - Lochdubh.

Can't say I've ever heard of the place.

- Tell me, were you on the job when McDuff's wife died?

- I was, mm.

- [Hamish] So what happened?

- No one knows for certain.

In the legal sense, I mean.

- So why does everyone suspect McDuff then?

- He had a pocket watch, solid gold, it had been in the family for years.

The day before she died, Fiona McDuff borrowed £50 from her sister, Rhona.

She told her she was going to sell the watch on the mainland and pay her back the £50 out the proceeds.

Well, she was on her way to sell the watch on the day she died.

She told her sister that.

We found the £50 on her, but not the watch.

Now, who else would take the watch and leave the £50?

That's what the inquiry team asked.

Along with the rest of the island.

- Do you think he did it?

- I'm Enoch McDuff's brother-in-law, Mr. Macbeth.

Some people think that debars me from having an opinion.

At least, an honest one.

- I'm only asking for an honest opinion.

- Hello.

Enoch.

- Duncan.

You're looking a bit worse for wear.

- I, er, overslept.

And then I remembered I had to bring the groceries.

- Barbara's gone, has she?

- She has, yeah.

And so should I, if I'm to make 11 o'clock service.

(chuckles) It was nice meeting you, Mr. Macbeth.

- You, too.

- Oh, and, er, in answer to your question, I'm inclined to think no.

- 11 o'clock service?

Now we're about.

- Well, I'm for a refill.

Fancy one?

- Er, yes, thank you, I will, Hamish.

And Hamish?

I was heartened to hear you're staying on.

You're a credit to your faith.

You must sit down and tell me all about Judaism before you leave.

- That's a definite.

(motor revving) - Claire.

Enoch?

- I've finished.

- Is it my eyesight or is that a crack in the roof up there?

- I can't see anything.

- Then it must be my eyesight.

Where's Hamish?

- He's, erm, eating out.

(blueprint rustling) - Ah, that's very impressive.

Be nice to see it when it's finished.

- I wouldn't hold your breath.

Changed my mind.

Don't see the point in it anymore.

- Well, you certainly seem to know what you're doing.

- I would do.

(bottle pops open) I'm an architect.

- You're joking!

What, you mean like university qualifications, et cetera, et cetera?

- Of course.

- Good God, and you can still lob a brick through a church window and frighten the people inside.

What is the world coming to?

- I didn't mean to break the window.

I was aiming for the door.

As for the people inside, the object of the exercise was to frighten the life out of them.

We are talking about a murderer.

And two people who choose to ignore that fact.

- Yeah, but it's not a fact, though, is it?

I mean, if it was fact, then the law-- - The law?

On this island?

That's my father's drunken brother-in-law.

- There were other policemen here.

- Yeah, but listening to Duncan Scott.

Do you suppose he was honest with them?

My father married a woman 15 years his junior.

She was beautiful.

And he came to hate her for that.

She even had to dress to suit him, the plainer the better.

- [Hamish] Somebody would have told the police.

- My aunt told them.

And she kept on telling anyone that would have the inquiry reinstated.

But she's no Duncan Scott.

She's not a policeman.

For instance, do you know who found my mother?

- No.

- Claire Fleming.

The woman who subsequently found my father a home.

The woman who's now looking after him.

- You think she was involved?

- Why not?

- Because you're just after telling me your father was a jealous man.

Jealous men don't normally bump off their wives to be with other women, do they?

- Do you know, he actually expected me to go on living here with him.

I begged him to let me live with my Aunt Rhona, but he wouldn't.

This was my home, he said.

So one day I...

I came in and I took out a box of matches.

And I never had a home after that.

He took my mother.

And he took my childhood.

(Laura sighs) You could say this puts the church window and all the other little tricks I used to get up to into perspective.

- Aye.

- I must sound like a mad ax woman.

- A bit.

(Laura chuckles) - Have I frightened you with all this talk of arson?

- No, no, no.

- Do you have someone?

In Lochdubh?

- It's a bit unrequited at the moment.

But I live in hope.

(gentle music) That was the place?

- [McPhail] That's the place.

- Was it an accident?

I mean, could she have slipped?

- It's possible.

- But not suicide?

I mean, you don't, er, borrow money then plan to sell a watch if you're going to... With that kind of end.

- I suppose not.

Laura's got you wondering, has she?

- It's more professional curiosity, really.

- Constable?

I'd hardly put you in the Charlie Chan bracket, Hamish.

- [Hamish] Had my moments.

What was Claire doing here when she discovered the body?

- Just come to gather shellfish.

- [Hamish] You think he did it?

- I hope not.

- [Hamish] Well, why'd you take him in, then?

- I'm supposed to be a Christian.

Hate the sin, but not the sinner.

And...

He had nowhere to go.

- [Hamish] Oh, he's got a sister.

They seem to get on.

- Oh, more than get on.

Enoch all but raised Barbara.

At the time these things happened, Barbara Scott was not in the best of health.

- How do you mean?

- Mental health.

She couldn't carry children full-term.

And the strain of constantly trying caused breakdowns.

- Well, Laura seemed to think that Duncan Scott may have influenced the inquiry team in Enoch's favor.

- Laura's a bitter young woman.

While that's understandable, it undermines any theory she has about what happened here.

- So you don't think Enoch murdered his wife in order to be with Claire, then?

- You honestly think that a fine example of Catholic womanhood would take up with an old Protestant bigot like Enoch McDuff?

- Well, maybe that's the bigot in you.

- Me, a bigot?

Never!

I hold firm views, that's all.

Firm views based on the fact that we Catholics were here first and are therefore, the true faith.

- Yeah, but we Jews were here before you Catholics.

- I know that.

I can answer your point.

But it would require a long-winded, theological riposte that would bore you rigid.

Now, I'd like to get back.

Are you coming?

- No, I'm off to speak to Rhona Lindsay.

Do you want to come along?

- I doubt that I'd be welcome there.

- Okay.

- That's her.

That's my sister.

- She never tell you why she needed the money?

£50?

- No.

- There's tea in the pot, Father.

- Where's Hamish?

I thought he might like to come out with me.

- Constable Macbeth has gone to visit Rhona Lindsay.

- Constable?

- That's right.

And he's very interested in past events.

(dramatic music) - [Hamish] Her body was found at three.

- [Rhona] That's right.

- When did she die?

- The estimate was between 10 and 12 that morning.

- How long did it take the emergency services to get there from the mainland?

- I don't know.

Why?

- I was just wondering about life on an island in general, how long it would take the police to respond to such a situation.

I really appreciate you showing me this.

(Rhona sighs deeply) (tense music) (gun fires) (Jock barks) (gun fires) (tense music) (Jock barking) Jock!

(Jock barking) (gun fires) (Jock barks) (gun firing) (Jock barking) (dramatic music) (car rumbling away) (Jock barking) (dishes clink) - Oh, Hamish.

I didn't hear you.

- Yeah, the door was open.

- Er, since you're here, I...

I've been making up a wee shopping list for the next few days.

Is there anything in particular you'd like me to get for you?

- None I can think of.

Say, maybe some, er, shellfish if there's a good fishmongers.

- A fishmongers?

Why, we gather our own shellfish here, Hamish.

If the tide is right tomorrow, I'll try and get you some mussels.

- The tide?

- Low tide.

Oh, it's the best time.

- Well, as I said, I like to get mine from the fishmongers.

(clock ticking) Is Mr. McDuff around?

(vacuum humming) - Have you cleaned this?

- [Enoch] I gave them all a good dusting.

- There's still muck on his sandals.

- I've told you.

I dusted every graven image in his place.

- Graven image?

This is St. Patrick!

I will not have muck on the foot of the man who drove the serpents out of Ireland.

- That is just plain rubbish.

- It's what happened, whether you believe it or not.

- Is that so?

Then you won't mind telling me how it was done, this, er, banishing of the serpents?

- Well, there's no mystery.

The good St. Patrick here simply got up on a rock, pointed out to the sea, and said, "Out, snakes" and away they went.

- Out, snakes, out, snakes!

- Or words to that effect.

I'm paraphrasing, of course, not having actually been there at the time!

- They're deaf, you imbecile!

They have no ears.

So how could they hear your man saying, "Out, snakes, out, snakes" when they've no ears?

They've no ears!

- Excuse me.

I was wondering if I could maybe borrow the car.

Promised Claire I'd get a bit of shopping for her.

- Of course you can borrow the car.

Give Hamish the keys, Mr. McDuff.

(tense music) (keys jingle) (tense music) (car door slams) - There is, er, there's not much.

Just my reports and some photographs.

Mm.

More whiskey?

- No, no, I'm driving.

- You're on a holiday, man.

And besides, who's going to arrest you?

Certainly not me.

(laughing) - There's a mark on this one.

You see that there?

- Eh, probably some hotshots from the mainland playing knots and crosses.

Why are you bothering with all this stuff, Mr. Macbeth?

- Well, I've just been told I could possibly be living with a murderer.

It makes you kind of, er, intrigued.

You know what I mean?

- I daresay.

- You said you didn't think he did it.

Why?

- Because he's my brother-in-law, Mr. Macbeth.

Besides, I don't believe he could do it.

- Your wife never had any doubts?

- Her brother a killer?

(laughs) Oh, not in a million years.

- Yeah, they've always been very close, eh?

- Oh, yes.

Very close.

When she was sick, they used to fill her up with drugs and shoot electric shocks through her.

But for my money, it wasn't that that brought her back.

It was him.

Sitting there, holding her hand, and praying over her for hours and hours.

Do you like whelks, Hamish?

- No.

(stammering) Well, I'm having shellfish tomorrow.

When is she due back, Duncan?

Your wife.

- (laughs) You've noticed I'm not coping, Hamish.

- You're missing your wife.

There's nothing wrong with that.

- No.

And you know, I do miss her, Hamish.

I never thought I would.

Not this much.

But I do.

You sure about the drink?

- Yeah, I have to get back.

Got some shopping in the car for Claire.

You sit, it's okay.

Thanks, Duncan.

(door bangs shut) (gulls cawing) Look at the uniformed man.

He's still pegging the screen down, so that suggests they've not been there that long, right?

- [Laura] If you say so.

- According to Duncan Scott's report, that would mean this photograph was taken around five in the evening.

Now, look at the tide.

This right there.

That means that low tide would've been around at, what, 11 o'clock in the morning.

That's around about the same time your mother died.

- [Laura] (sighs) So?

- So Claire Fleming says she discovered the body at three, when she was on her way to collect the shellfish.

- But the tide was halfway in at three.

- Exactly.

She told me herself, she always collects shellfish at low tide.

So she was either lying about her reason for being there or she was lying about the time she was there.

- You believe me?

That she was in on it with my father?

- Maybe.

'Cause he's definitely got something to hide.

(gulls cawing) He took a shoot at me yesterday.

- What?

- Missed by a mile.

More desperation, trying to scare me off the island, I think.

'Cause he knows I'm a policeman.

(car doors slam) - You're a policeman?

- Afraid so.

And talking as a policeman, I think you might be right about Duncan Scott being less than impartial.

He showed me a photograph that was marked right on the tide line.

Made me wonder why they worked all this out years ago.

Suppose you're right about Claire, too.

Your father gets back his watch and then decides it's a dangerous item to have.

So what does he do?

(tense music) - This feels a bit tacky.

- This from the woman who torched her own house.

(tense music) Is that it?

- Yeah.

I was right.

All along, I...

I was right.

(paper rustling) - This is from your mother to your father.

She's, erm... She's telling him that she's leaving him, she's taking the watch to help pay for a fresh start.

It's telling him who she's leaving with.

(tense music) This is a written statement by Claire Fleming saying she was a witness to the murder.

(paper rustling) We should see Duncan.

- Hello, Claire.

- Hi, Duncan.

- Let me carry that for you.

Mr. Macbeth told me you might be coming along for the shellfish.

(tense music) - Have you seen Claire?

- She's on the shore.

It seems our policeman friend has a taste for shellfish.

- I'll, er, I'll give her a hand.

I think.

(Jock barking nearby) - [Laura] What's he doing?

- [Hamish] Maybe he's trying to tell me something.

(Jock barking) (tense music) There was someone in Claire's house that day.

- "We have to go," she said.

"We have to go or I'll tell Barbara what you've been up to."

She was going to do it.

Then, when I tried stopping her... - Duncan, you shouldn't be telling me all this.

- Enoch told me I'd been seen.

Not who had seen me, just that I'd been seen.

But I knew it was you.

I've known a long time.

- A long time?

- Oh, yes.

Now, step off.

- Duncan.

- Please.

Step off.

- Duncan!

- Duncan!

You leave Claire be!

I gave you my word, Duncan.

I promised my silence for Barbara's sake.

- Barbara's dead, Enoch.

She just went and died on me.

She went out to the freezer.

She just died on me.

That's why she has to go over.

- No, Duncan!

Killing Claire won't help.

She left statements and my statement goes straight to McPhail if anything happens to me.

(tense music) - [Duncan] What are you going to do?

- What I always said I would do if anything happened to Barbara.

I have to clear my name.

- They'll...

They'll put me in jail.

- I'm sorry, Duncan.

Very sorry.

(tense music) - Enoch!

I'm not a bad man.

I was only protecting Barbara.

Oh, Enoch, please.

(crying) Oh, please.

- Is Duncan Scott here?

- [Enoch] He's back there.

(waves lapping below) (dramatic music) - Showtime, McDuff.

How do I look?

- You know what I think about all this stuff, Angus.

- Aye, well.

Things will work out, Enoch.

I feel it in my water.

- You think so?

- I think so.

And I'll tell you something else I think.

- What?

- I think Hamish has been telling fibs about being Jewish.

I told you what he was the minute he got here.

And I know I was right.

He simply didn't want you to feel out a place in the company of three true believers.

- True believers!

What are you inferring, Mr. McPhail?

- That to believe in the true faith is to be a true believer, Mr. McDuff.

- True faith?

True faith?

Who says it's the true faith?

- Well, these good people here for a start, Mr. McDuff.

- I'll be waiting for you when you come off, Mr. McPhail.

- I hope so.

(dramatic music) - I knew that Barbara would have to be protected from knowledge that would destroy her.

I'd already lost one person I loved.

I couldn't bear to lose someone else.

Even Claire could see it was the right thing to do.

- What about me?

I was your daughter.

Didn't that matter?

You made me believe-- - No.

I hoped you would believe in my innocence.

When you didn't, I prayed to God that He would give me time to make things up to you.

Now He has given us that time.

The rest's up to you and me.

Please, Laura.

Stay and build the house.

(dramatic music) - [Hamish] Come on, Jock.

(Jock barks) (somber chanting) - Is that a sad sound or what, eh?

- Yeah, it sure is.

You're Catholic yourself, surely?

- No.

Jewish, actually.

(somber chanting)