Savage rhetoric from Scotland's string-vested, beer-guzzling sage. With Ella's biological clock ticking loudly and husband Jamesie less potent than a seedless orange, parenthood seems a pretty unlikely prospect. Fortunately, Rab offers to supply the wherewithal needed for such a delicate operation.

Rab reaches his lowest point after being thrown into solitary confinement. Bad news for him, but even worse for the poor jailbird who was in there already. For when jail is overcrowded, solitary means two.