(upbeat music) (gentle music) (upbeat music) - [Man] John James McIver, pass.

Bernard Keir Hardie Meldrum, pass.

Dougal Alexander Fleming Brown MD PhD, pass.

Rory Duncan Campbell, fail.

- And this became known as the Highland Clearances, when the landlords chased all the people off the land and put in sheep instead.

- Please, miss.

- Yes, Veronica.

- What would have happened if the people hadn't moved?

- They were forced.

Burnt out.

- But if they all didn't move, then there's not enough people to move them.

- Well, I suppose you're right.

But it's awful hard when someone burns your house down.

- Rory!

(children cheering) - Watch the step.

Clare.

Watch the step.

And it's not even raining.

The pools just form in the roof.

Rory, it's only the part-time fire brigade.

- 15 years on the team.

- You can always be my big strong fireman.

Sure this is just the fitness test?

- Look, I've got to go.

I'll see you later.

- God knows how long that'll last.

The whole thing's knackered, Esme.

You're needing a new roof.

- Och, we're needing a new school.

- Aye, well, I know what I need.

- So, there's this ram, see, and he's head-butting Rory's caravan door like this.

So poor old Rory can't get a wink of sleep.

So he gets that mad he gets up out his bed, right?

And he's completely starkers.

You know, in the scud.

In the bufferooni.

So he pulls on his wellies, runs down the field after it, waving a stick, and you'll never believe what happened.

Shepherd sees him and shouts out... - Och Nory, If I'd known it was the sheep you were interested in, I would have shampooed its fleece.

(all laughing) Evening, Esme.

- Rory.

- Barney.

Agnes.

- That would be the one about the sheep again, would it, Barney?

- Aye.

Yes, it would.

- So, what'll you have?

- Dubonnet and lemonade and a pint of Skullcrusher, please.

- That'll be £2.80, Esme.

Thanks.

- Here's your Dubonnet, Rory.

Must remember to go to the bank farm tomorrow to pay the deposit on our holiday.

- I'll see to that.

- You sure?

- Sure, it's no problem.

- Howdy.

- Hamish.

- That'll be the tatties you've been digging up today, Hamish.

- [Hamish] Seven pounds' worth.

- Lovely.

- Same again, Agnes.

- [Agnes] Sure, Rory.

- All right, Rory.

- Ciamar a tha, Hamish?

- Not bad.

Some lovely fresh salmon.

- Very good.

- Aye.

Out of Loch McMartin.

- Right.

- It was lovely up there today.

- Was it?

- Aye, it was.

- The school!

It's on fire!

- Oh, my God!

No!

- Be careful, Esme.

(glass explodes) - Esme!

No!

- Leave it, Esme!

- Come on.

(explosion) (siren wailing) - Forget the Portakabin.

Get these hoses on the school.

- Are you okay, Esme?

I'm sorry we got here too late.

- What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna tell the children?

- Never you mind about that just now.

Come on.

There's nothing more you can do here.

- It's amazing how quickly it goes up.

- Aye, it can spread like wildfire.

There you go.

That's the game.

A smile back on your face.

Here, some more tea.

- Peter, Rory's got his suspicions about the fire.

- Oh, has he?

- Yes.

- A pyro-forensic expert now?

- 15 years a volunteer fireman.

Bound to learn something.

- Douglas, make sure Mrs Murray's taken home and attended.

- No, I'm fine, really.

- Go home.

Please.

I'll see you later.

- You've had a nasty shock.

Well, then, Mr Campbell, let's see what you've found, eh?

- I believe this was the seat of the fire.

- Uh-huh.

- Smell that.

- Mm-hm.

Turps.

- You're saying it was deliberate, Rory?

- Correct.

- And what I'm saying, Rory, is this.

This was the paint cupboard.

The place was full of turps.

- Oh.

- [Hamish] What about this?

- No, no, I turned that off.

I'm sure there were no flames when I left.

- There weren't, John.

Look over there.

There's your culprit, Rory.

A 30-amp fuse in a five-amp lighting socket.

- The water from the roof could have shorted it.

- Happy?

- Ecstatic.

- That's the trouble with Rory.

Always takes things to heart.

- That roof was in a shocking state.

If I was Esme, I'd have that Clelland up for negligence.

- Clelland?

- Aye.

The cowboy that fixed it last month.

He's got a builder's yard over in Cnothan.

- Has he got a white Transit van with ladders on top?

- Aye, I think he has.

Why?

- Probably nothing.

- Oh, Hamish, there you are.

Thank goodness.

I'm in a bit of a rush.

I need your signature here for the insurance claim.

- Sure.

Where are you off to?

- Good morning, John.

The Education Department.

With any luck, we'll get a new school out of this.

- Not today you're not.

You've just missed the bus.

- Between ourselves, Hamish, that blackboard was out of the ark.

All in all, this might be the best thing that's happened.

- You could try claiming against Clelland.

I mean, if his dodgy work was responsible for the fire.

- We won't need to.

The insurance will pay it.

- I suppose.

How's Rory these days?

- Oh he's fine.

Why?

- I don't know.

I just thought he was acting a bit strange recently.

- Was he?

You know, if we get a new gym we can have the Christmas concert there and we won't have to traipse out to the village hall every year.

Thanks very much, Hamish.

Hope it didn't take you too far out of your way.

(telephone ringing) (knocking) - [Woman] Come in.

Thank you, Mrs Murray.

You've been very efficient.

- So when can we get something done?

- Oh, I think this may well have expedited matters.

- Good.

You see, all of seven primaries and just two classrooms, now we'd all like- - Don't you worry, Mrs Murray.

I'll get the transfers organised today.

- Grand.

- Transfers?

- Yes.

To Cnothan.

This will just bring the closure of the school forward a few months.

- Closure?

What closure?

- Of Lochdubh Primary.

- What are you talking about?

I don't know anything about any closure.

- We're closing Lochdubh Primary.

Surely Councillor Campbell informed you.

- No, he didn't.

- I can't think why not.

We took the decision three weeks ago.

(banging on door) - Rory!

Rory Campbell, I know you're in there!

- What is it, sweetheart?

- Don't you sweetheart me.

I've been to the Education Department.

- Oh.

- [Esme] Yes, oh.

- I'll come down and we'll discuss it.

- You knew they were closing the school and you said nothing.

- It's not as simple as it sounds.

Come up and have some tea.

- No.

There'll be no tea with you, sunshine.

- [Rory] Esme, please... - Judas!

- I've got some lovely Battenberg.

- You know where you can shove your Battenberg.

- Problem, Esme?

- Yes, him.

He's the problem.

Oh, and in future, you can get your bed and breakfast elsewhere.

Especially your bed.

I'm not gonna take this lying down.

- It's a damn disgrace.

- It certainly is.

Look, let's not get carried away.

We have to approach this strategically.

Establish winnable goals.

- There's only one goal, Agnes.

The school stays open.

- Agreed.

We have to put maximum pressure on the council.

We go on the offensive.

- We set the agenda.

- But how?

- A public meeting.

Challenge them to defend their decision.

- Yes.

We could use that to launch a campaign.

Put them on the spot.

- Set up a phone round.

Contact all- - What's going on?

- They are going to close down our school.

- Really?

Must be short of money.

- Is that all you can say?

If they close the school, they tear the heart out of the village.

- Aye.

Aye, right you are.

You could write a letter.

- A letter.

- This is no time for letters, Barney.

This is war.

- What's up?

- Nothing.

Hang on a minute, Archie.

- You okay?

- Yeah, sure.

I used to live here.

- You'll know where the pub is, then.

- Esme.

- Oh!

It's great to see you!

- Sorry, my hands are all sticky.

Been out doing a poster run in the village.

- I know, I saw them as we drove in.

It looks good.

- Thanks for coming.

- Well, I wanted to cover this story, you know.

It was my school too.

- That's right.

- Hello, Jock.

Hello, boy.

Hi, Hamish.

- You're looking well.

- Thanks.

- Isobel.

Set up over there, shall I?

- Are you the cameraman?

Do you point it?

If it's not too cheeky, I've got a wee idea.

I was thinking, if you could go outside and take the winds in the background and the protest banner in the foreground and... - Any chance of a coffee?

- Come on, Isobel, I'll make you a cappuccino and give you an accreditation press release.

- Very good.

- I know you've got that couple staying at your house.

Would you like to stay with me tonight?

- Thanks but I've got to be impartial.

See you, Hamish.

- Yeah.

(crowds shouting indistinctly) - So centralization of resources in Cnothan mean increased funding per capita.

More books, more staff who can offer a wider range of subjects.

More scope for your children to participate in the wider cultural life of the area.

- Our culture is here.

If the kids go, what will be left of it?

- With respect, Mrs Murray, I do think you're overreacting.

- You close the school, you destroy the community.

- What will be next?

The surgery?

- [Mathers] If you'll just listen... - If you're so proud of this plan, how come you've kept it in the dark?

- That's right.

Talk about shifty.

- Your local councilor's been kept aware of the situation at all times.

- Well, he didn't tell us.

- Ladies and gentlemen, I appeal to you.

- Oh, no, you don't.

(crowd laughing) - Councillor Campbell?

- Please.

Please.

It's not just a question of the school.

It's resources.

- For crying out loud, Rory.

We're not just figures on a balance sheet, you know.

- Resources are not unlimited.

We at Cnothan District Council are responsible for all your public services.

- That's right.

We have to... - Prioritize.

- [Man] Prioritize?

You mean the school isn't a priority?

- Of course it is.

But so is housing.

So is health care.

So is public transport.

- Hear, hear.

Well said.

Mrs Mathers and Councillor Campbell have a point.

We have to work with a very small budget.

It's not them you should be booing.

It's the government.

Lochdubh School is run-down and outdated.

If the children join Cnothan they'll have much better facilities.

Then the council can plough back all the money from the land sale.

- Oh, yes, the land sale.

Now we're coming to it.

That's all they're interested in.

- I think we should just all calm down.

After all, this isn't gonna happen overnight.

- The first phase of rationalization has been penciled in for Friday the 10th.

- Next Friday?

- Tuition at the school will terminate, the children will enrol in Cnothan, and the Lochdubh site will be prepared for development.

- Aye, you mean you're sending in the diggers.

- No, Mrs Mathers, we're staying in our school.

Neither you nor the diggers nor any bureaucrats or their lackies will stop us.

We don't want your diggers.

We don't want your diggers.

(indistinct shouting) - Outside, Archie.

- Rory.

Behave yourself.

Councillor, get in your car.

- They were escorted away under police protection, and it is believed that local councilor Mr Rory Campbell is spending the night in protective custody.

There have been astonishing scenes here tonight.

Already in some quarters the question is being asked, could a stronger police presence have averted the fiasco?

- Oh, lovely.

Thank you, Isobel.

- [Isobel] Isobel Sutherland, Highland Television, in Lochdubh.

- I'm sorry, Hamish.

It's a terrible mess.

- Rory, you should have said something.

- I wanted to but... Well, I had my reasons.

- What reasons?

Rory, are you in some sort of trouble?

- Driven out of my home, spending the night in a police cell.

No, everything's hunky-dory.

Top of the world.

- Is it something to do with this guy Clelland?

- I hardly know the man.

- Look, I saw the pair of you down by the loch the other day- - It's nothing, Hamish.

Nothing.

- Where are you off to?

- Home.

And I'll bid you good night.

- And then the wife died these three years past.

- I know.

I'm sorry.

- Ach, it was a release.

She hadn't been well for years.

Since then, well, you know how it is.

- Yes.

Unfortunately, I do.

- Esme, would you like to go out for a meal in Cnothan some time?

That new seafood place has just opened up.

Tomorrow maybe?

- No, Peter, I couldn't.

I've got my hands full at the moment, you know, and I've got the campaign meeting.

But it's awful nice of you to ask me.

- No, that's fine.

I understand.

- Maybe some other time, when this is over.

- Yes.

That'll be fine.

I'd better be.. - At this time?

- Esme.

I'm prostrating myself in apology here.

I'm sorry I never told you.

It was just I was scared, I... Oh, I never realized you had company.

- Peter's just going.

- No, no, allow me.

- No, please.

I insist.

I'll go.

I'll go, let me... - Hello.

- I'll just be off.

- Me too.

- Esme, I just dropped by to run something past you.

I've got to go first thing.

- Come in, Isobel.

Barking.

Completely barking, the pair of them.

- And as the protest banners are raised, the battle lines are being drawn.

This is Isobel Sutherland, Highland Television, Lochdubh.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Ready to go home.

♪ My name is Ina Pina come from China ♪ ♪ Do me a favour push off ♪ - Good day.

- Rory.

What can I do for you this fine morning?

Oh, it's Shinty World and Popular Mechanics, is it?

- No, thank you.

In future I'll get my papers from the van.

- Oh.

- Aye, and cancel the grocery order, too.

I'm fussy about where I shop.

- Not another one.

- Come on, Hamish.

Sign the petition.

- I'm supposed to be non-political, Agnes.

- You mean you're a Tory?

No, I mean, I have to take a balanced view of these things.

- Aye, your maw.

- Aye, your maw's granny.

- There's some smoke.

It's coming out of my house.

- Get on the phone, quick.

- It's my house!

- No, Esme.

- No rush, Peter.

- Thanks, Agnes.

- All right, Esme?

- You sure you're okay, Esme?

- Oh, yes.

I'm made of sterner stuff.

- Perhaps you'd be more comfortable in the house.

Let's get your tea inside.

- It's all right, thanks.

I'm fine here.

- Peter.

Come have a look at this.

Smell that.

- Petrol.

Could have come from the water pump.

- No, I think somebody torched this.

- I think you might be right.

- This is too much of a coincidence, Esme.

First the school, then this.

- Yeah, you're gonna have to be careful from now.

- Well, if they think they're going to scare me from keeping that school open, they've got another think coming.

- Good on you.

Any time you need help, with the campaign I mean, all you have to do is ask.

- Thanks very much, Peter, but everything's under control.

- Did you notice anything unusual this morning, Esme?

Anybody sniffing around?

- I left the house early.

That damn digger had me up at the crack of dawn.

- The digger?

- Aye, Clelland's laying a few drains.

- Oh, is he indeed?

(upbeat music) - [Rory] I'm not taking this any more, Clelland.

You've spoilt everything for me.

Esme, my business!

- [Clelland] You got yourself into it, Rory Campbell.

You're too greedy.

- [Rory] Tonight.

Tonight, and that's your last chance.

- [Clelland] Don't you threaten me.

- Rory.

- Hamish.

- Mr Clelland.

- We had some business, I'm just on my way.

- Listen, Rory, Esme had a bit of a close call this morning.

- What?

- Well, someone set fire to the equipment hut behind her house.

- What happened?

- No, she's fine, she's fine, she's fine, just I'd head home sharpish if I were you.

I hear you were laying a few drains near there this morning.

- What if I was?

It's not a crime, is it?

- I also understand that you did a bit of work, sub-standard work, on the Portakabin at the school before that burned down.

- What are you insinuating?

- I'm not insinuating anything, Mr Clelland.

It's just a bit unfortunate, isn't it, for Esme.

So if you've got an interest in these development plans for the school, I suggest you get it out into the open.

- I've got nothing to tell you, Macbeth.

- Fine.

I'll remember that.

- Rory's never mentioned this Clelland to me before.

I can't think what they're up to.

- Well, whoever he is, there's something going on tonight.

I just hope Rory's not... Oh, God.

- What?

- Inverness taking an interest in a suspected arson.

- There's only one thing for it, then.

We sort it out before they decide to come over.

- Tonight?

- We have the technology.

(upbeat music) Hey, let's be careful out there.

(knocking) - Esme!

What are you doing here?

- I wouldn't leave you on your own.

- It might be dangerous.

I thought we'd agreed that- - Och, you men agreed.

Nobody asked me.

Anyway, you look as if you could do with a drink.

- I could.

Slainte.

- Slainte.

- Anything to report, Red One?

Do you read me?

Come in, please.

- No, Hamish.

Nothing to report.

- [Hamish] Anything to report, Red Two?

- Quiet as the grave.

- Red Three here.

Nothing to report here up at the school.

- [Esme] It's the deceit of it, Lachie.

Closing the school down is bad enough, but I just don't understand why he didn't tell me himself.

- Perhaps he was afraid to.

- [Esme] Afraid?

What of?

- Well, you can be a bit... - A bit what?

- Nothing.

Nothing.

- He knows he can always come and talk to me.

- Well, that's the thing.

You see, Rory might think he's a new man, but in my opinion, his generation... Well, take my daddy for instance.

They find it hard to open up.

Whereas me and Jean, well, we build on a sense of mutual trust.

- Have you finished with that bottle?

- This is Red One, Hamish.

He's coming out.

He's on the move!

Argh!

- Sorry!

(dramatic upbeat music) - Where are you, Red One?

- [John] We're following him, Hamish, heading east out of Cnothan along the Lochdubh Road.

We're heading down the road to Loch McMartin.

- Loch McMartin?

Stay with him, John.

- Let's take it in turns.

- Right... Actually, I'd better... Before we settle down.

- What?

- You know.

- Oh.

Go on, then.

(tense music) - Hamish.

Hamish?

Red Two to base.

- Go ahead, Red Two.

- Rory's on the move.

He's heading east, towards the school.

- Clelland's getting into another car.

- [Hamish] Can you see the registration?

- I can't make it out, Hamish.

- What are you hearing, John?

- Well, there's certainly not a lot of talking going on.

- Alma, this cannot go on.

You're going to have to tell your husband.

- But Eric, he's such a jealous man.

- You can forget about Clelland.

His temperature's rising, but it's certainly not with starting fires.

(Alma moaning) Somehow I think the council will be persuaded to have a rethink about the school, eh?

- Red Four to base.

Red Four to base.

- Esme?

Where's Lachie?

- Just tell the doc there's someone at the school.

- Red Three.

Red Three, do you read me?

Come in, please.

Red Three.

Red Three, do you read me?

Come in, please.

Red Three.

Red Three.

Doc, what the hell are you doing?

Barney, I'm on my way.

- I cannae see Rory setting fire to things, Hamish, especially Esme's things.

- Neither can I.

- And as for calling out the fire brigade... - What?

- The fire brigade.

- It's not Rory.

- Rory!

- Get back!

- Careful, Rory!

- Get back!

- Lachie!

- [Rory] There's no use!

It's going up.

Easy, Lachie!

- [Esme] Use your jacket!

- Esme, get back!

- [Esme] Careful, Rory!

Smother it!

No, don't go too near it!

Rory!

Hit it with your jacket!

- Get back!

I'll get it!

- You've just floored Peter.

- Did I miss something?

- The first fire in the Portakabin had nothing to do with him.

It was the electrics.

But that's what gave him the idea.

The fire hut, the school.

- Why?

- He was desperate to play the hero.

He was trying to impress you, Esme.

He never meant to hurt anyone.

- I never gave him any reason to think... - Course not.

But you have the power to inspire passion in a man, Esme.

- Rory, there is just one thing.

What did you want with the builder, Clelland?

- I lent him money.

- How much?

- A lot of money.

All the money in our joint account.

- That was for our holiday.

- He said he'd do my building work at cost.

Then he only gave me half the money back.

- What building work?

- Esme's kitchen.

Class eating joint.

I was gonna build it onto the back of the stores.

I was looking for you tonight, hoping to explain.

- Rory.

- It was for you, Esme.

It was all for you.

I knew the school was going to close and I wanted it all arranged before I told you.

You won't be needing it now.

- Oh, Rory Campbell.

Come inside.

I want to tell you what you inspire.

(gentle music) (upbeat music)