Monarch of the Glen (TV Series)

Episode #3.11 (2002)

Susan Hampshire: Molly MacDonald

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• Golly : [Molly and Golly are sitting up with Hector's coffin the night before the burial]  Golly: Do you know how I came to work here, Molly?

  Molly MacDonald : Molly: It was a family thing, wasn't it? Your father worked here, and his father before him and so on.

  Golly : Golly: No, Hector... didn't tell you the story, no?

  Molly MacDonald : Molly: No.

  Golly : Golly: Well, to begin with when I was a boy, I was a bit of a tearaway.

  Molly MacDonald : Molly: Really?

  Golly : Golly: Didn't get on with dad-a hard, unbending man. Used to knock me about, especially when the drink was on. Anyway, when I left school, he got me a place here, but I didn't want that. Under his thumb, under his fist all day. So, what I did is I took a silver tankard from the dining room. I hid it in my bedroom so that-well, I made sure that-my father would find it and haul me up in front of Hector's dad, which he did. And I got the push. By then my father kicked me out so I was disgraced, but I was free of him.

  Molly MacDonald : Molly: So, how...?

  Golly : Golly; Well after I caravaned, Molly, I worked on the roads. I took to the bottle big time. I was a mess. Meanwhile Hector's dad pegged out so Hector became the Laird. And then my father went. He was carrying a stag he'd shot. He just collapsed. Heart attack. Dead before he hit the heather. Anyway, at the funeral, Hector offered me my dad's job. Me... a thief, an outcast. He knew, Molly, he knew. I don't think I'd be here now if he hadn't done that... he saved my life. Underneath all that daftness, he was a great man. I'm so sorry I wasn't with him. I'll be sorry to the end of my days.

• Archie MacDonald : [hanging up a portrait of Hector on the wall]  Is he straight?

  Molly MacDonald : As much as he ever was.

• [first lines] 

  McGregor : The late Mr. MacDonald made a number of wills. In the latest he wrote out the bequests on separate sheets in his own hand, which he was keen for you to read yourselves.

  Golly : I'll, uh..."To my liege man Golly, as true a man as I've ever known, I leave what remains of my once-mighty collection of single malt whiskeys, in the hope that he will toast our association every Saint Andrew's Day." That I will, Hector.

  Duncan : "To my assistant gillie and court jester Duncan, I leave the entire contents of my wardrobe in the hope that this may encourage him to wear something other than that filthy ki...kilt and moth-eaten cardigan he insists on donning every day." It's not a cardy; it's a fleece. I paid eight quid for that.

  Lexie : "To estimable Alexandra, I bequeath a sufficient sum for a new set of saucepans, the remainder to be spent on garments that expose her even more estimable midriff."

  Molly : "To my darling wife, best friend and good companion Molly, I bequeath the rest of my goods and effects as well as my ridiculously puny personal holdings in the hope thay they will help her become a very merry widow."