Morning! It looks like you've got your
hands full this morning, Jen. Today's the big day Al! I'm showing Mr.
Miller my poetry. Hmm, get it girl! Sorry, the elevators
are down today though. Sorry about that, Jen. Good morning, Mr. Miller. I was wondering if you
would take a look at
some of my poems... No, c'mon, that's boring. (Fake laughter) Oh, Mr. Miller... I love the new tie. Did you... tie it yourself? Did you tie yourself? He's not eight! Mr. Miller, I've written a poetry
collection
and- (Voicemail) Just making sure you
haven't forgotten about tonight! (Voicemail) I know
you hate surprises, (Voicemail) but you're
going to love it! (Voicemail) Dress
nice by the way. (Voicemail) I wearing that
new jacket I bought, it's so- Ugh! Tom, enough.
None of this is important. (Voicemail) Oh, and
hurry with the coffees. (Voicemail) Mr. Miller
is not in a good mood. I want an email
sent to all staff, clearly laying out the
protocol for tomorrow. No dumb questions, no direct e
ye contact,
no photographs. I know how you kids like
to "gram" everything. No gramming. What do you know
about Liz Harvii? Uh... I know she's one of the most
famous novelists in the world. Everybody knows that! I mean, what do you know
about her personally? You work at her agency! I... know she writes
under a pseudonym and her real identity
is a mystery. Are you reading this online? No! No way... She also... Wait. Nobody even knows
what she looks like? Nobody. Except me obviously, I've b
een her agent for decades. Even then, she's never
been to this office. Ever. But now we find out
she's being recognized at the Written Word
Awards in Scotland and now suddenly
she's coming in. Sorry I'm late, I had to- Do you understand, Tom?! If Liz Harvii is coming here, she must have a big reason. Big! Everything needs
to run perfectly. It will. It better! Good luck. Mr. Miller? Let's do something different
for lunch tomorrow. I was thinking take out. There's a new place
on Fifth Stree
t. Order from there. Mr. Miller, if
you have a minute, I would love to talk to you about my poetry collection- Miller! Janice. Hello! Yeah, it's not going to happen. No. Cut every third
page and print it. Yeah, that's what I said. - I knew a girl named Nomi. Hair as black as the raven that kept me awake
when I was young. How did you managed to snag
such a good table? I told them I was an
agent with Miller Lit... talent scouting! Tom, you're not an agent! Relax! Are you telling me you've
n
ever told a little white lie pretending to be
someone else before? No! You need to live a little. - Eyes, vast as the universe. So, how'd it go with
Miller in the end? There's been an exciting
new development, actually... He would like take out
for his lunch tomorrow. So you didn't tell him? It wasn't the right moment. It's never going to
be the right moment... You've just got to do it. - I knew a girl named Nomi, but she didn't know me. Tough crowd. It takes courage
to get up there. It does
. You're right. So... I may have done something you're not going to
be too happy about. Okay, next up, we have
a poet named Jen Oakley. What did you do?! Come on, you can do this. No! No, you don't understand, my poems are personal. I can't. Come on... The world needs to
hear your words. I believe in you! Jen Oakley! You're going to be great. Hi... I'm... Um... Jen Oakley. (cheers) Oh, come on this is my friend! She's like Sylvia Plath... Only better! (cheers) Thank you. No pressure. This is
a poem called- Um... It's called... Just. Just breathe. Just in and out. In and... out. Can you only have breakdowns when the elevators
are working please? Best view in the city, huh? You can really
stretch your gaze. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed
you to share your work. I was just- It's not your fault. I don't know what's
wrong with me. Why can't I just show
my poems to Mr. Miller? or anyone? I just feel so... lost. You just need to work on
your confidence, that's all. And once you do
that, everything else will
fall into place. And I believe
congratulations are in order! Liz Harvii, "Author
of The Year". Has a nice ring
to it, doesn't it? It's actually why I wanted to come talk to you. My demographic is older, and I want to be relevant
to the younger generation. Well Liz, a lot of youn- Still talking! I need a public platform. Liz, you're one of the best
selling novelists in the world. You. Are you on social media? Have you read any of my books? Exactly. Kids want to
connect these days. We need to use my personality
to sell these books. I need to get myself out there into the world. Which is why I have decided to go to Scotland and collect the award myself. And I want it all
over social media! The books, the grams, chats and talks, and the rest too. (Whispering) Not a good time! (Whispering) But Mr.
Miller said to be here- Hello? Mr. Miller, it's Atlantic. This is so exciting, Let me just take this
and I'll be right back. The food girl will bring you anyt
hing you need. Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. You're a writer? A poet. Sort of. I mean... part-time
poet, I guess. I- Shame poetry is dead. There are no more good poets. Well, that's not true! James McDuff is
an excellent poet. Who? James McDuff? He's a poet. Liz, I apologize. Forgive me. Give us us some room,
give us some room! Where were we? Scotland. Scotland! I like your flowers. Thank you so much! Hey, Tom! Mr. Miller and Liz Harvii have food poisoning! Oh! Wait. What?! Liz is supposed to
be on her way to Scotland to
collect her award, and Mr. Miller is furious! He's saying you
need to go instead. What? Wait... Go where? Scotland! Your flight leaves in 2
hours and your tickets
are at the airport. You need to go. No, what are you talking about? Airport, now! Argh! (Tannoy) This is
an announcement for (Tannoy) Flight FR271
non-stop to Edinburgh. Oh my God, I'm so sorry! (Tannoy) All flights
are currently delayed (Tannoy) due to a
storm over Scotland. Excuse me? Sorry. I was
just wondering if there
was anywhere else to sit? It's just what's
in front of you. Sorry, I'm not even
supposed to be here. Actually, my agency Miller Lit- Miller Lit?! Oh, my Gosh... It's you! Sorry! Oh I'm sorry. I'm such a big fan! I just thought you
would be older! Oh right, come, come! Let's find you somewhere
more appropriate. Okay, okay. Excuse me. Excuse me, sir. We need that seat. It was reserved. Reserved? It wasn't- No, it was reserved. And I don't like your tone. You do underst
and
that I can revoke your first class privileges like that? All right, thank you. Right, okay. Come on! I'm sorry. I think there's been
a bit of a mix up. Don't worry, don't worry. I know all about
your low profile. Come. Your secret is... safe with me, Ms. Harvii. Thank you. Oh, thank you. Do you need some help? I'm an author. I think helping
yourself to my seat was enough for one night, eh? An author? Who are you? Well, I'm... I'm not really supposed
to tell you this, but, um... I'm Liz
Harvii. Maybe you've heard of me. Liz Harvii? Of course. Oh, are you a fan? Would you like me to autograph something for you? Fan is a bit of a stretch. Tough to be a fan of someone with so little substance. Someone who churns out a new mystery romance novel
every 10 minutes. Excuse me? And who are you to have
such a lofty opinion? James McDuff. A real writer. You're James McDuff? But the... The beard and the hat, You look so different. You're my favorite poet. I doubt that. Now, if you'll exc
use me, I need to get back
to my writer's block. It was nice to meet you, Liz. Liz... Liz, Yes! Liz is my name,
and writing novels is my game. Not sure why I needed to rhyme. Maybe you're a
bit of a poet too. Tom, my cell
coverage is terrible, so I hope you get this. Listen, this whole trip
has been a nightmare. My flight was delayed, they lost my luggage, and I embarrassed
myself in front of James McDuff. The James McDuff! Also, I haven't
received anything from
you about my hotel. Did
you send it? I have no idea where I'm going. Text me. ASAP. Thanks. Yeah, right. Worst storm in years. Aye, you're lucky
you missed alright. Thanks for coming
to get me, Alfie. Any excuse to leave the house. You know how Maggie
stress-bakes. I've had to let my
trousers out twice. No, Alfie. That's Liz Harvii,
the one who writes all those fluff novels
that Maggie reads. We- Hello, dear. You alright hen? Sorry, I'm trying to get to
the Isle of Skype? The bus doesn't
seem to be coming, a
nd... is it always
so windy here? It's Skye. The Isle of Skye. James McDuff? Still. You know, we happen to be
headed to Skye as well. I'm sure Mr. McDuff would be happy to
offer you a lift. Not especially. Fine. Yes. Would you like a lift, Liz? I wouldn't want to impose. Okay, then. James? No imposition at all. I'm sure It will be a fun five hour car journey. Okay. Thank you. I appreciate it. So, are you going to the
Written Word Awards as well? Yes. Presenting this year. Oh. Your diary ha
s a J on it. Oh. It's a journal, not a diary. I have the same one. It's a diary. What is the J on
yours stand for? Oh, that's a a good question. It stands for... uh... Jaaay... The J stands for J? Deep. Jumping, nope. Jumping? Okay. Sure. Yeah. I like to... jump... into my writing. Don't you? And the J on yours? James. My name. Right, yeah, that makes sense. What are you working on? Nothing. Same as back in the lounge? Seems like it's really
stressing you out. I'm under contract for the new poe
try collection. That's great! It's ridiculously overdue, is what it is. For the life of me, I can't seem to write lately. Yeah, I know what that's like. Do you? I can't imagine Liz Harvii struggling to put down words. You know, you're not like I
thought you'd be. More charming? Vain. Vain? Oh, am I? Maybe I have to be. Maybe I have to hold myself to a higher standard. I care about every word on every page in my collections. You should try it. Oh! I need to focus. Oh, and... we all saw your
s
oup-stained shirt by the way. Very impressive. Stunning, isn't she? It's just like the
poster at the bus stop. We always stop here
for a bit of tea to appreciate it all. We don't. You do. And we really should be going. I feel like I might be
more creative at home. Home? Wait, you live on Skye? I thought you were
just coming up for the awards. I have a small
estate on Skye, yes. Surely nothing
compared to your hotel, which we probably should
be getting you to. Where do you staying? Uh, right
. Yeah... I just need to verify
that with my assistant. No. No... Oh, come on. Sorry. Cell coverage isn't great. Perhaps you should stay with us for the evening. No! Just until you get sorted. I wouldn't want to be a burden. I need to focus to get
some work to my editor. Surely it would be
okay for one night. Maggie would be
thrilled, I'm sure. And James is always happy to help a fellow writer in need. Of course. You're very welcome to stay... for a night... with us. Maggie. Oh, you've gone fa
r too skinny for my liking. Didn't you have any food
over there in America? It's not as good as
your cooking, Maggie. Welcome, Ms. Harvii. A small estate? It's like a castle! Yes, dear. It's been in his
family for generations. Is that her? Is that the Liz Harvii? I thought she'd be older. Aren't all great authors old? Hey. You think I'm- Liz! Liz! Oh, big fan. Biggest fan. I am so happy that you are here. I can't believe it. I always knew I would
meet you one day. I've read all your books. Eve
ry single one. Okay... I've got so many
questions for you. I just don't know
where to start! Perhaps letting her
go so she can breathe would be a good
place to start, Mags. Oh, sorry. I'm so sorry. Any damage from the storm? Well, not to the manor, sir, but half the roads in the
village are still closed. They're still trying to pick up all the branches and debris. It was such a terrible one. I mean, they're saying
it's going to be two to three days before they
get the internet back up.
The house phone
still works, right? Oh, it does. Yes. Good. You can use that to
get your hotel sorted. Oh, that was quite
some storm, wasn't it? Of course, the wind nothing like the wind of the heath
in your second novel. Though it was still
enough to blow the bonnet clean off a bonnie baby, if you know what I mean. I'll never forget the
ending of that second one, and that Italian lassie loses the locket
that Conrad gave her. Oh! Wait now. I'm gettin'
confused, so I am. Which one of y
our books was it when the farmer's daughter ran off with the
lighthouse keeper? Uh, the... I think... The Light of the Ocean. That's it! What year did that
one come out again? I'm so sorry. Oh, wait... Oh wow, Is this... An award? Oh, aye. He won that one when
he was Poet Laureate. Youngest ever in the country. 24 years old, imagine. Where do you keep
all your awards? At my house. Mansion. They're in my mansion. What about this one? Oh, would you look at that? That was the first
one he e
ver won. Nine years old,
won it at school. Lovely wee poem about
a cat up a tree. I think I've still
got it somewhere... I can see how proud
of him you are. Oh aye, He's just like a
son to me, that lad. These will be your quarters for the duration of your stay. Wow! I'll have Alfie
bring your bags up. Thank you. Oh wait, no, sorry. The airline lost my bag. I don't have anything. You're joking? Well, what are you
going to sleep in? Oh, just this, I guess. Oh, you poor wee thing. That'll
never do. I'll have a root around and see if I can
find you something. Oh, thanks. Liz Harvii, in my clothes? Imagine! All, settled? I wasn't doing anything! Sorry. Yes. Thank you. He's not himself, you know. Sorry? James. He's not himself. Hasn't been in quite some time. Oh. I didn't... He's under a lot of
pressure right now. He's not normally so- Rude? Sorry. That came out wrong. 'Consumed' would
be a better word. Anyway, I just wanted
to make sure you know that you're welcome to stay as
long as you need. I'll be leaving in the morning. I just need to hear
back from my assistant. Of course. Like I said... the offer is open
as long as you like. - Alfie! Boss is calling. Dinner will be ready shortly. Dinner's on its way. You're joining us, right? I didn't know if you'd perhaps like to dine with just
your guest tonight. -Nah.
No. Why break tradition? We always eat together. I'll get a couple
more place settings. It really is so kind
of you to let me stay and to invite me for d
inner. Well, Scots are kind people. I see you've been
swaddled by Maggie then? Shockingly comfy. And stylish. Oh wow, that smells good. It's a traditional Scottish
dish called Haggis. Sounds wonderful. It is. Though, Ms. Harvii... Have you ever had haggis before? Oh please, call me Liz. And I haven't. What is it? It's a sheep's stomach. A sheep's...? Stomach. Yes. I actually ate quite
a lot on the plane. Those little packets of
peanuts are quite filling. Don't you let him get in
your head, m
y dear. It's far better than
your American hot dogs. Thanks, Maggie. Sadly, I can't argue with that. That's a lot. By all means, tuck in. That's quite a lot
of salt, my dear. Are you sure you want- Oh, it's okay. I love salt. Salt is... my friend. Oh... Wow, it's... It's really nice. Oh, do you really think so? Yeah, I've never tasted
anything like it. Well, that means a
lot coming from you. I know you're quite
the chef yourself... Am I? I read in a magazine that you love to cook
in your sp
are time? Oh, yeah, I love to cook. Well, then it's settled. You'll have to cook
for us one night. Oh, um... I would love to. In fact, I would
love nothing more. But um... I wouldn't want to
impose on your kitchen, seeing as you're such a
brilliant chef yourself. Impose? Not at all! It would be an honor. Liz probably won't
have time to cook, will you? Oh, no... unfortunately not. You'll be needing to get on to wherever it is you're
supposed to be staying as soon as possible, I imagine? Rig
ht... Yes, definitely. Well, I already
called the hotels and they are all booked. Weddings, Whiskey
tastings, the awards. Oh, Skye gets quickly booked up in the
summer, you know. If your assistant
didn't pre-book you, then you're going to have to spend the rest
of the week with us! (Voicemail) Hi, it's Tom. (Voicemail) Sorry,
missed your call, (Voicemail) but let's be real, (Voicemail) I'm
probably out somewhere (Voicemail) having
a fabulous time! (Voicemail) Try me on socials. Hey,
it's me, again. I'm calling you from a
house phone this time. I know, they still make those. But I just thought
you'd like an update on this living nightmare I'm in, Seeing as how it's
completely your fault. So, I'm now staying at
James McDuff's Manor. But don't worry,
because he thinks I'm freaking Liz Harvii. Yes. You heard that right. So that's a bit of an issue. And apparently all of the
hotels are booked out, which I'm assuming is why
you're dodging my calls, which is smart, becau
se I am going to
destroy you when I- All well Ms. Harvii? Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Never better. Thank you. Night, night. Bullet points. James
thinks I'm Liz. I'm stuck here for the week. This is your fault. Save me! Hi, Maggie told me you might need
something to wear. These are mine. Thank you. Any luck getting
through to the agency? No. I left a message, but I haven't heard back yet. Tricky... with the... time difference. Something else? Alfie said I was a bit mean and should apologize. S
o... There you go, good night. That wasn't an apology. The acoustics in
here are so weird, you can't hear anything. Too much salt. Definitely used too much salt. - I understand that, but - I can't just put any words
down on the page. - None of the words feel right. - You don't get it. - Yes, I'm aware I'm
past the deadline, - I just need a
little more time to... Yes, I know It's been pushed
back multiple times now. What do you want me to do? The words are everything! I'm sorry. I'm just...
feeling the pressure. I'll get back to my desk and try to get you something by the end of day tomorrow. - Morning! Ah, here she is now. How'd you sleep? I think I had the most
peaceful sleep of my life. That's the Scottish air. Sir... surely there's enough
room for Ms. Harvii at the table this morning. Miss Harvii? Yes. Her hair...? I'm not so sure. I'm going to make a cup of tea. What are you doing? Making tea... Would either of you like a cup? Don't let Maggie
see you doing that. Doing wh
at? There's a pot of
tea on the table. Why are you looking at me weird? Oh, don't mind
him is Ms. Harvii. Just different customs is all. In Scotland we use the
kettle to make tea, not the... microwave. My shortbread biscuits
will be burnt to a crisp. And you just sitting there,
not paying attention, with all your patter. Sorry, Maggie. You always do this, and they're always fine. I'm sorry, Ms. Harvii...Liz. You must think this
is a nut house. What are you doing
at the microwave? Noth
ing. Keep your paws off
Alfie McDougal, they're not for you! Now, I've got to get
these up to the town hall for the bake sale whilst they're still warm. What bake sale? The village's trying
to raise some money for the damage
done by the storm. I'll drop them over for you. Gives me a chance
to make a donation. I'll come too! I need clothes. Unless you would like me
to keep wearing yours. I can pick you something up. What do Americans wear? Backwards caps and
obnoxiously loud shirts? What?
I mean, yeah, a lot of them. Too many. But not me. I'm stylish. Well, the clothes shop
might not even be open. It is... 11. Sir. Fine, five minutes in the car. If you're not there- And please wear a hat! James! You're back! Just got in yesterday afternoon. Good you missed the storm, son. Aye, was lucky alright. How long you back for this time? You need to come and let me
cook you a roast. He's just in the door hen, let him be. Besides, he'll be coming to mine for a roast before yours. Your roa
st? Please. This is ridiculous. James, you will come
'round, won't you? I will. To both your homes. Or, we could have one
big roast together. But right now, I need to
deliver these biscuits or Maggie will have my hide. So lovely to see you all. But we really need
to be on our way. We? This is Liz Harvii. Not sure if you've heard of- Liz Harvii?! The Liz Harvii? I've read all your books! I'm your biggest fan! No way. I am your biggest fan! We were just talking about Romancing the Nectar of
the Bees at our book club. So moving. So moving. Yes. You must come to
our little club. It would mean the world. Looks like you've got
this under control. I'll be back in a bit. (Whistling) (Whisper) James,
don't leave me, James! Come on, love. It's so exciting you're here. Can't believe you're
here, in person! Have whatever you like. I made the chocolate cake
though, that's the best. Move! Move, you old oaf. I knew it. I could sense from inside
that it had arrived. I'm so excited! You di
dn't even tell me! I didn't see it. What is it? It's the latest
Liz Harvii novel. 'The Bell Tower Rings Thrice.' Of course it is. I cannot wait for
Liz to get back, so I can ask her all about it! You survived, and
found some clothes? Yes, no thanks to you. Luckily, one of the women from my interrogation
escorted me to the store. Everyone really
is very nice here. Glad you got some quality time
with your fans. Jealous? I'm sure they'll still
have you over for a roast. "Oh, come throug
h my roast." "No, come try my roast." Was that an attempt
at a Scottish accent? No. What? Why, was it good? No. No? Right. Yeah, I wasn't trying to do one. Anyway, I got you something. Or, rather, had
something thrust at me, which I thought you might like. Have you ever had a scone? It's not a type
of haggis, is it? Come on, let's get some tea. Always need tea with a scone. Oh... Oh, this is so good. What? How is this so good?! Don't forget to breathe. I think this is the nicest thing
I've ev
er tasted. This place is so inspiring. I can see why so many
famous writers come here. Sorry. It's fine. It's not your fault
I have writer's block. Want to know what I do
when I have writer's block? Copy and paste text from your last ten books
and change the names? Funny. No, I don't write. What? I just don't write. I do anything else, anything
that takes my mind off writing. It's like, why do you get so
many good ideas in the shower? Because you're not trying to
force good ideas. Hmm... W
ell, I have my own techniques,
but thanks though. You gonna finish that? See, what I don't understand is, if Elizabeth loves
George, why doesn't she
just tell him the truth? Sorry? Elizabeth! She says she wants to marry
George, but she's lying to him. Nothing worse than a liar. Oh, definitely. So, why doesn't
she just tell him? Um... well... Why do you think? Oh, please. She's clearly scared
of losing him. Exactly! Wait, if you knew
that, then why- And here's another thing
that doesn't mak
e any sense. Okay, there's more. Why doesn't he just kiss her? She's right there with her
heaving bosoms and her- Mmhm, Yeah, I know, I remember. So kiss the girl! I swear if I have to
wait to the end of this story before that first kiss... Oh, and another thing. Oh, wait, I've got
so many questions. Oh, and we'll answer every one. But finish the book first. Lots of twists in that one. Oh, are there?! Probably! Liz? Do you not like talking
about your books? Yes, of course. I just need to ge
t some water. Oh, where are you off to? Daily hike. Can I come? Nah. Nah? Nah. Hiking is my "me" time. My time to reflect, let ideas come to me and I
really, really need an idea. Fine. I'll go on my own hike. Your own hike? Yes. I'll reflect, let ideas
come to me and maybe... find a signal. Can be pretty
confusing out there. Sure you won't get lost? Oh please, my navigating
skills are top notch. Thank you, Alfie. That's a closet. I knew that. Just making sure you don't
pass out and topple bac
kward. Such a gentleman. Thought you didn't
want a hiking partner. This is my route. Oh, funny. This is my rou- You seem to know it well. Still wearing my jacket, I see. It's comfy. I know. That's why I bought it. You know, I'd heard that
all Scots were gentlemen, but you... Wow. I know. Really something, isn't it? No matter how many
times I see it, it still gets me. Every time. You can see so far. How is this place even real? It's nice, eh? You can really
stretch your gaze. What are you
doing?! I think that might be the one
you're after? Oh, sorry. I just got nervous about
people seeing my work... Until my editor looks it over,
of course. Really? I'm the same, actually. Or, I used to be. I never used to let
anyone near my work. Especially my first collection. 'The Weight of Mourning'? You know it? Most people haven't
even heard of it. I've read all of your work. Listen, I'm sorry
if I've come across as rude, about your novels. I presume you're working on
something new now
? Oh, yeah, of course. Um, well, it's about a man. Intriguing. So original. And um... he lives in
the mountains. And he's a poet- I mean um... a police officer! A mountain dwelling
police officer poet? Yeah, they exist. Of course they do. Rain's coming. I don't know about her. Who? Liz! What do you make of her? I think she's a
very nice person. What's the word? Quirky! She isn't anything at all
like I imagined her to be. You know, I was asking
her about her latest book- A thorough
interr
ogation, I'm sure. Well, it was like she
didn't know anything. Like she'd never read it. You know she's on a hike
with James right now? He doesn't hike with anyone. I know. Not since the ex-fiancée. And he took her? Took, begrudgingly allowed, sort of was forced,
somewhere between those things. What? I thought you'd be happy. I don't like it. There's something
off about her Alfie. And I'm going to find out what. Ach, Maggie, don't start now. Let them be. Look! What? There! The highland cows? H
ave you never seen one before? You mean a cow that looks like
every member of the Beatles? Um... no. Do you have an umbrella? Afraid you'll melt? Umbrellas are no
good in Scotland. Just have to embrace it. Well, I only have one set
of clothes, and I don't
want to get them wet. I mean, no offense
to the outfits that you and Maggie
gave me, but- Think you can make it over there before it starts to pour? Is that a challenge? Well, we gave it a good go. Can't beat mother nature. I can't be
lieve there's a fire
going in the Summer, I love this place! Honestly, it's one of those
beautiful places I've ever been. The pub? It's just our local. No, Skye! Ah... I think the preferred
pronunciation is "Skype". Ha-ha. No. seriously, all of
Scotland really, I... It feels like... I don't know. It... It feels like home. Is that stupid? - Well... How about it McDuff? You going to give us
a read while you're in? Of course. A bit of rain, a bit of drink. Best add a bit of wordplay. This is a
new one... It's not finished. It's called 'The Quiet'. When you left, the
laughter left with you. It is silent now. Hollow halls with
quiet floorboards. A quiet that screams
of its longing... for you. No? Perhaps a bit depressing, son. I think what you just did
was really brave. What do you mean? Standing up and sharing
your work like that. It's courageous. Well, this one clearly
needs a bit of work. But I find the only
way to see if my words will have an impact
is to share them. Well, I
wish I had
the confidence to do
something like that. You're Liz Harvii! Millions of people
adore your work. You should be
extremely confident. Why don't you read something
from your notebook? What? Now? No time like the present. No, no, no. I know you don't like to share
your work in its early stages, but trust me, this
is a safe place. Can I have your attention? This is a friend of
mine from America. She's quite the famous writer, and she's going to share with us
a few words today, i
f that suits. I can't... I'm sorry. Don't be. In fact- ♪ A fine wee lass, ♪
a bonnie wee lass, ♪ was bonnie wee
Jeannie McColl; ♪ ♪ I gave her my mother's
engagement ring ♪ ♪ and a bonnie wee
tartan shawl. ♪ ♪ I met her at the weddin' ♪ ♪ at the Co-operative Hall ♪ ♪ I was the best man, ♪ ♪ she was the belle
of the ball. ♪ Seems like no one has a problem getting up and
performing except me. Where do you all
find the confidence? I don't think it's
about confidence. I think it's about ho
nesty. As long as you're
honest with your words, you will eventually
find the right ones. Even if it takes a while. I bet your poems are brilliant. ♪ I was the best man, ♪ ♪ she was the belle
of the ball. ♪ McDuff residence. Oh, thank God. Finally! Are you looking for someone? - Ah, yes... I need to speak with Liz Harvii. She's not here at the
moment, I'm afraid. She's out on a hike
with Mr. McDuff. A hike? Jen? I mean Liz?! This is Tom from Miller Lit. Can you please have
her call me right
away? It's urgent. - Certainly. Thanks. Oh! Mr. Miller. Glad to see you're
feeling better. Can I get you anything? A coffee, water- Put me through to Liz Harvii, I need to finalize
some arrangements. Arrangements? Yeah. Scotland, bagpipes, William Wallace, kilts,
I'm sure you're familiar. No... Yes, of course. But you sent Jen
to get her award. I did, but Liz is feeling
better, and now she wants to go. Unless that is
inconvenient for you. Huh? No, no of course. I'll get your tickets boo
ked. Right away. What's happening? Looks like a bit of a dance. What? Just like that
in the middle of the pub? Come on, McDuff, get her up,
fresh feet on the floor. Oh, no, no, no. Can't say no now! Well, I think I just did,
several times. Come on. I don't know what I'm doing. Let go,
the music will guide you! Okay, Miss Harvii. Let's see what twists
this story has. Maggie! Just finishing up. You cannot be serious. What? He was a great poet
in his day. Dr. Seuss?! 'The Cat in the Hat'
is a
near-perfect example of poetic alliteration. Madness. Though, your conviction
is convincing. We don't have stars
like this in New York. Well, They'll be here whenever
you'd like to visit. Oh, there you both are. I was about to send Alfie out
looking for you. We're back and we are starving. Oh, good. I've prepared the kitchen
for Liz to cook for us. Me? Might be a bit late for tonight. Oh, nonsense. An
expert like her? She'll be fine.
Won't you dear? Mmhm. Sure. Excellent. Settled, the
n. (Voicemail) Hi, it's Tom. (Voicemail) Sorry, missed
your call, but let's be real, (Voicemail) I'm probably
out somewhere having
a fabulous time! (Voicemail) Try me on socials. Hey, it's me. Glad you're at least
getting my messages. You want to hear
something crazy? I actually had a
great day today. We went on this hike
and there were these
incredible views, and... And then we ended up at the pub and we got sucked into
this dance party thing. I mean, can you
imagine, me dancing? What? James
is... amazing, Tom. He's just... fearless. He read his poem out
of the whole pub, even though it wasn't ready yet. I don't know. I just feel so inspired by him. By this whole place really. In a way that I
never was in New York. Maybe I don't need
that hotel right away- You alright, hen? Oh! Call me back. Bye. I'm sorry to interrupt,
but we're all getting
a wee bit hungry. Yes, I was just
gathering some... apples, for the dish. Got 'em. Right! What ingredients do you need? The first thing i
s... pepper. Pepper and apples? Yeah. Interesting combination. Um, yeah, it's an
old family recipe. Oh, and what is it called? Oh, ah... Pasta... Apple... Chino. Pasta apple-chino? Oh, you haven't heard of it? Oh, that's crazy. It's so big in... Italy. Fascinating. What part of Italy? Oh, the foothills of... Spaghetonia. That sounds like a place
from one of your novels. Pasta apple-chino from the foothills
of Spaghetonia. Well, I can't wait to try this
very real sounding dish. Aye, me too.
Good. Very good. Oh! All part of it, all part of it. Let's get started. (Music) (Music) Pasta apple-chino. Sounds interesting. (Music) Well, that's a shame. Come, sir. It's not ba- Got a bit of pepper caught. It burns, in a good way. I'm not sure what went wrong. It's normally such a hit. Alfie, you spent a
lot of time in Italy. Aye, I did, aye. Beautiful place. And, did you ever hear of the
foothills of Spaghetonia? The what? Isn't that where you learned
to make the dish? Mhhm... I think it'
s the apples. They're a wee bit sour. Yeah, that must be it. I'm going to get more
water for everyone. I'll come with you. I knew it! Liz Harvii can cook, Alfie. It grows on you. I think she's lying to us. Don't be ridiculous. Maybe she lied to the magazine
about being able to cook. Did you consider that? I suppose that
could be feasible. But I am still not convinced. Yes, fine, it was terrible. But I swear I make the
best peanut butter and
jelly in the world. Jelly? You mean jam. Yes, app
le jam, with pepper. It's in all of my recipes. Well, perhaps we can pick
up some peanut butter and
jelly after the awards and you can whip us
up some sandwiches. You'd trust me in the kitchen
after tonight? Maybe I'm just looking
for an excuse to spend
more time with you. Well, maybe you
don't need an excuse. - You need to stop defending her - and wake up! - something is going on. - Now, help me figure it out. - Listen to yourself! - This is the happiest
James has been in years. - Why
are you trying
to take it away? - I'm protecting him! - He's had his heart
ripped out, and stamped
on by the woman he loves. - You know, that
does to a person? - Yes! - I was there too. - I saw the damage she caused. - But that's exactly why his
connection to Liz is so good. James... Hey. Are you okay? I'm fine. Bad things happen. It's life. This was your fiancée? Aye, she left me nine days
before our wedding. I came home early from a
book signing in London and... found her with him.
I'm so sorry, James. It's fine. It's just... Since then, I haven't
been able to write. I know it sounds mad,
but it felt like whatever
light I had inside me just went out after that. She completely broke my trust. Sorry. Nothing more cliché
than a sad poet, eh? You'll find your words again. I know it. I need to tell him the truth. I can't keep lying to him. McDuff residence. Hi, this is Tom.
Liz Harvii, please. Who is this? Please, I need to
speak with Liz. - Liz Harvii. It's an emergen
cy, like, like a big emergency. Yes, Tom. She told us you'd be calling. You can give me the message. She told you? So you know? - Of course. Of course, I know. We all know. Cats out the bag. Oh, awesome. Okay, so tell Jen that
the real Liz is coming
to collect her award and she's flying to Scotland
right now with Mr. Miller. Bye! You're learning. I'm feeling very fond of
Scotland this morning. I figured I'd lean in. Excited for tonight? I don't have anything to wear. But I was thinking... may
be we could head into town and you could help me
pick something out? It would be an honor. Morning, Sir. Ms. Harvii. Morning. We were just talking about
heading into town today, Alfie. Would you be up for driving us? Absolutely, anywhere
in particular? Liz will need a
gown for tonight. And I... need to send
something off to my editor. You mean... It's possible that I was struck
by some inspiration last night. It seems I just needed to... "not write" a bit. Sir, that's wonderful news. It rea
lly is, congrats! No, no way. Not on my watch. Maggie? I'll tell you, I was struck
by something last night too. The truth, about
our dear Liz Harvii. What? Maggie, remember that thing
I needed to discuss with you? No, I don't. Well, I do! Now please. I'll only be a minute. We'll head into town
after breakfast. What are you doing? Oh, Alfie. You might want to sit down
when I tell you this. Tell me what? Last night the phone rang, late. It was some lad from America,
wanted to pass on a mess
age. The real Liz Harvii
is on her way. That's not Liz Harvii! That's some liar named Jen.
And she- I know. You know? I know. What, this?
You know this? This that I'm telling
you right now? I heard Liz- Not Liz! Whoever. I heard her on the phone
the other night. I know it's not Ms. Harvii. Why didn't you say something?! Maggie. Look at them! He wrote last night,
something he's proud of. When was the last
time that happened? I knew it as soon as she
got in the car in Edinburgh. There's a sp
ark between them. It's not a spark, it's a fire, and it's her trousers. Liar, liar- I got the reference,
thank you. Oh, Alfie. He may not be our blood, but that's our son. I won't sit back
and let him get hurt again. No way! I don't want to see
him hurt either. But this is different. She is completely different from
the lass that broke his heart. How'd you know? We don't know who she is. She could be a... a secret spy, whose been assigned to come
to Scotland and seduce him- You and your sill
y novels! What's all the whispering? We are just discussing our... chore list, sir. Well, we're ready
to go when you are. Right away. Me too! I'll go to the village. With you. I don't think that's necessary. I'll be just a
couple of minutes. I'll meet you at the car. Shall we? This is brilliant. Hmm? I can't stop reading it. You should think about
putting out an anthology. A what? Your poem. It's excellent. You should think
about an anthology. I didn't write this. Yeah, but it was in my of
fice, you were the last
writer in there. I am a novelist, not a poet. How long have you been my agent? When have I ever
sent you poetry? Hmm? Poetry is dead. Right. Poetry is for quirky cafes who are trying to
sell overpriced drinks to lost twenty-somethings. Which by the way,
is the exact demo we need to hook in
with my next book. I'm going to send
you this article. Oh hello. Yes, I'd love a glass of
champagne dropped over. Can you arrange that, please? Oh, well, I'm a gate
agent, no
t a server. Good for you, but
I'm Liz Harvii. So even if you're the
pilot of my flight, I would like you to get a
glass of champagne please. Please. Oh, nice try, ma'am. Excuse me? Right, you're Liz Harvii. Yes. Well, I've met Liz Harvii, and you're not her. That whole look, way off. Do your research next time. What? Okay, Cinderella. Let's find you a
dress for the ball. (Music) No. (Music) No way. (Music) You look like you're
going to a funeral. (Music) I saw a wee dog wearing
something
similar the other day. Not a cute dog. (Music) No, definitely not. No? Not this one either? I think you look... Wow. "Wow" in Scottish means awful. Sorry lass. Maggie. If it's not good... It's very good. (Music) Good. I'll take this one then. (Music) (Phone rings) (Voicemail) Jen, are you alive? (Voicemail) Call me back. (Voicemail) Hi. This is a
message for my best friend, Jen, (Voicemail) aka Liz Harvii. (Voicemail) Did you know you
can't text a house phone? (Voicemail) It's weird. (Voicemail
) Call me back! (Voicemail) Mr. Miller and
Liz Harvii, are flying to
Scotland for the awards tonight. (Voicemail) I told that
lady with the funny
voice to tell you, (Voicemail)I really hope
she passes on the message. (Voicemail) Call me back ASAP! (Voicemail) Bye. Maggie? Would you mind helping me
get this zipper down? Alright, where's this zipper? I'm so sorry. Eh? I know you know Maggie,
please don't tell James. Ah, yes, I know. How could you do this to him? I never intended to
hurt him.
I swear. It was just a misunderstanding and then it got
completely out of hand. Some misunderstanding! I nearly had you
sign all my books! But, who even are you, really? I'm nobody, nobody! I'm just some assistant
from the Liz' s agency. I had to come here to come and
pick up her award, and then... I don't know! I never intended for
things to go this far. He's been lied to before. His heart is fragile. I know, I know. I don't know what to do. I don't want him to hate me. You have got to come
clean. You've got to
tell him the truth. He needs to know. Yeah, I'm going to tell him- - and soon! I just need to figure
out what to say. Well, you figure it out quickly,
because if you don't tell him before the awards, I will. Oh, sir, did you
get your mail off? I just sent the new
poem over to my editor. Same day delivery.
I'm very excited. It's good to see you
inspired again, sir. It's nice to be inspired again. Hey, everything okay? Of course. Sorry. I'm just tired. I'm so happy fo
r you, though. Truly. The good luck continues. Looks like your suitcase
finally arrived. What? Over there! -No!
No! What's going on? I... uh... I think we thought you were
going to take it inside, sir. Yes, that's it. It's very heavy. Don't want you putting your
back out before the big night. What? I'll get this, sir. Oh, it's like she packed bricks. Hello..? Tom! You told Maggie? Jen?! Finally! Who's Maggie? The lady
with the funny accent? Oh, she said she knew. What? What did she... You kn
ow what, it
doesn't matter. What's happening? Well Liz Harvii
and Mr. Miller are flying to Scotland for
the award show tonight. And they're going
straight there. So I figured you wouldn't
want Liz finding out you're pretending to be her. Jen? You okay? Oh, I've really messed up, Tom. It's really bad. It's James. I like him so much. But I think I've
screwed everything up. I should never have said
that I was Liz Harvii. - What was I thinking? Well, just tell him the truth. No, you don't u
nderstand.
I can't just tell him the truth. He values trust over everything. It would break his heart. And yours by the sound of it. - Listen, if this guy is as great as you say he is, then he'll know you're
not a bad person. You just made a mistake, Jen, Liz is coming, and he's going to find out one way or another, so... Better to hear it from you. I know. Thanks, Tom. I'll see you soon. Bye. Everything okay? Good. I wanted to tell you something. I've been wanting to tell you
something all da
y actually Me too. You first? No you first. Okay. Last night when I
wrote my new poem, the words just came
out of nowhere. That's amazing. I know how rare
that is for a poem to show up like that.
So fully formed. Exactly. Yes. It's like clearing my brain made
room for all these words and... Well... they came from
our time together. You inspired me, and I'd like to dedicate my
new collection to you. James, stop. You unlocked
something within me. James, I have to
tell you something. Sorr
y to interrupt. James, your editor
is on the phone. Hold that thought. I'll be right back. James. James! That was my editor. She loves the poem. She thinks it's one of the
best things I've ever written. I'm back on track, finally. Oh, I'm so happy for you, James. Oh, yes, son. I'm so happy for you. - We should get going. The presenters need to
be there early, remember. Right. Maybe next year I'll
be receiving an award. Eh Alfie? No doubt, sir. Now we should head on. I'll come back for Liz.
I think Maggie's still helping
her to get ready anyway. Perfect. I've picked her some
flowers from the garden and put them in a
vase in the hall. I'll see that she gets them sir. Look, I know that what
I've done is unforgivable, and I know I need to
tell them, and I will. But trust me, I couldn't feel
any worse than I already do. So please don't
be harsh with me. Ach, that's not
why I'm here, hen. I came to apologize. What you did was wrong. There's no doubt about that. But... I have
n't seen James like this for a long time. He's happy. Truly happy. For the first time in years. This thing you have
with him, is it real? Yeah. Then you have my support. Thank you. But he needs the truth. So you go and tell him and let him start
falling for the real you. We need to go live
before they call my name. Yeah. It takes a moment so- Yeah, of course. And don't stop
until I'm off stage. Give it a beat. Then stop. Yeah, that, that's fine. Just might need to call
my assistant to figu
re
out how to go live. Actually, that food girl should be here. Where is she? The one who poisoned us. Maybe don't trust her
with my big moment. Where is she? Shh. Here she comes. I... have no words. You look lovely, my dear. Thanks, Alfie. Is James... ? Already at the awards. Let's get you there to join him. Mr. Miller. Ms. Harvii, I am so glad to see
that you're feeling better. Do we know you? She must be an author. I love your look. Are you on the Instagram? Well, it's me Jen. Your second as
sistant, sir. Food girl?! I didn't recognize you. Have you met Liz Harvii? I don't think so.
- Yes! Excuse me for a moment. There you are. You look fantastic. Me? I think you might
steal the show tonight. You look stunning. - Hello? Hello? Yes. Do you know how to 'go
live', by any chance? No. Sorry. Oh, okay, it's so
hard to be hip. I'll just take a drink, then. Get one for Mr. Miller one too. Excuse me. Do you know who
you're talking to? Oh, my. You're a tall drink of
handsome, aren't
you? Hi. I'm Li- OW! Bug, big bug. Bit me. Are there bugs here? Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm a New Yorker.
We don't do bugs. Oh, oh. Who holds an award show in a
place with nature? Disgusting. Who was that? James, I have to
tell you something... Mr. McDuff. Hi. Sorry. They're expecting you backstage. I'll be right back. I'll be here. Unless I burst into flames, which wouldn't be entirely
unwelcome right now. Enough of this. Let's go, Maggie. - Please welcome
our next presen
ter, James McDuff. No idea who that is. Me neither. It's James McDuff. - Thank you. - Here are the nominees for
outstanding literary agent. Sorry, Mrs. Harvii. Oh, he probably means you. I'd imagine so. They're ready for you backstage. Start recording. How'd I do? James, I really
need to talk to you. That bad, eh? No, it's- - And here she is... - to receive her
author of the year award... please welcome, in an extremely
rare public appearance, the one and only... Liz Harvii! James... That's n
ot you? Wait, why isn't that you? That's what I've been
trying to tell you. I'm not Liz Harvii. Well, that's not good. I don't want to hear it Alfie. I'm going to make sure
our James is okay. Well you can't just- Well I am. So join
or bugger off. You lied to me. I swear I never
meant to hurt you. That's the last thing
I'd ever want to do. If you're not Liz
Harvii, who are you? My name is Jen Oakley. I work at the agency
that represents Liz. I'm nobody. Are you even a writer
or is that
just a lie too? No, I am a poet
or I want to be... James, I'm so sorry. If we could just go
somewhere and talk. Why? Why should I listen to a
single word you have to say? Because even though I
pretended to be Liz, my feelings for you are real. I don't believe you. Why didn't you just
tell me the truth? You know what?
Don't answer that. I don't want to know. It doesn't matter anyway. Have you completely
lost your marbles? I can't just sit at
home and miss this. This is like a real
lif
e Liz Harvii novel. I mean, kind of.
Less murder. But... All the romance! Tickets, please. We don't need tickets. We're here for love. What? Now, kindly step aside. Do you have tickets or no? Love. Love is our ticket. Now move. Maggie he's no
going to let you in. Sorry no tickets, no admittance. Please, will you
just listen to me? I'm done listening to you. I can't handle any more lies. James please, this is all just one big mistake that got completely out of hand. Take it, it means nothing
now. - What is happening out there? Excuse me. - Microphone talking. Big speech. Please. Please don't go. I care about you
so much. Please. - Sort of stealing
my thunder here. Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Five minutes. Give me
five minutes to explain. If you really cared, you
would have told me the truth. That's all there is to it. Oh, and the poem is about you. So not only did you lie, but you made the first thing that I felt good about
writing in years, a lie too. Oh, my goodness, wrap it
up. Am I right? There's not play-off
music here, right? This isn't coming
out of my time? No, James. Help me, you old goat! You're being ridiculous. I'm having none of this. What are you two doing here? James! Where is she? What, who? Have you two made up? Hang on. You knew? Um... a wee bit. Well, maybe. I wanted to tell you. I really did. Alfie? She really cares for you, son. You too, eh? Look I know you're upset that
she wasn't completely honest- At all! She wasn't honest at all. She reall
y has feelings for you. And I think you have
feelings for her too. How can I have
feelings for someone I don't even know? But you do know her, son. I've seen the way you
look at each other. She made a mistake. But she's not a bad person. She didn't think you
could like her for her. That's why. That's why she was pretending. She really wanted to come clean. She really did, son. Remember, this is the same woman you said couldn't even read
a poem at the local pub. Imagine how hard something lik
e
this would be for her. It doesn't matter. It's over. It doesn't have to be. - Glad that's over. - You're all going to
hashtag this, right? Hashtag, thank you, next. (Laughs) - Well, now we can
get back to our lives. First of all, when I was 12. I'm sorry. Sorry. I need to say something. Thank you. My name is Jen Oakley, and I'm a poet. This is for James McDuff. I've seen a land crafted
from the ink of fairy tales where the wind
urges you to explore and the rain washes
away your fears. And
it's within this land that I found him. - I've seen a land where
kindness is effortless, - where hands are
open and giving, - and where smiles
are bountiful. - And within this land. - I found him. I can't really see anything. I really hope you
haven't all just left. Jokes. Anyway... I've seen a land
where history lives, on proud towns. Spilled and boasted
through song and dance, repeated and revered
with full hearts. And within this land I found him urging me to explore,
washing away my
fears effortlessly kind with hands open, and giving. A part of this land
proud of its history. And it's within him... I found home A wise man once told me that great writing
is all about being honest. Well, that was honest. That was me. - Are you getting this? We're going to go viral. Got it. Every second. Totally on it. I don't have any words... We'll find them together.
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