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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 eye 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 been 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 Street.
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 never 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
anything 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 understand 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 excuse 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,
and... 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 has 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 poetry 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 soup-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 far 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!
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.
Every 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 your 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 ever 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 dinner.
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, my 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 spare 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?
Right...
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,
because 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.
So...
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 what?
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?
Nothing.
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 roast? 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 didn'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 through 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 ever 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...
Well, 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 make 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 get 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 backward.
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 interrogation, 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?
Have 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 believe 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,
if 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 honesty.
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 booked.
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, then.
(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 is...
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)
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, apple 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 emergency, 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...
maybe 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 really 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 message.
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 spark 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 silly 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 office,
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, not 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 for 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 know 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 understand. 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 day 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.
Sorry 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 haven'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 figure 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 assistant, 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 presenter,
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 not 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 life 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 really 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 like 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.