Come on!
Whoa!
Hey!
Come on, let's get 'em.
Look what I brought you.
Can't say that Casey brown doesn't pay her own way.
Wait a minute, there's more.
Come back!
Let go of me. I'm a minor.
You behave yourself, or I'll knock you cross-eyed.
You creeps! You lousy creeps!
You sold me out to the cops?
Shut up! Well, this is her.
Hey.
Let's go. Look, I packed her things.
She won't need them.
Well, they're no good to me.
Creeps!
You can't pin anything on me.
I got an alibi.
I was with 3 other guys watching TV. When it happened.
Big dude.
You think I can't bust out of juvenile hall?
You think I can't?
I can bust out anytime I want, do you hear?
Anytime I want. Yeah.
Hey, give me a break, will you? I'm clean.
I've never done anything like this in my whole life.
Out.
This ain't no juvenile hall.
Wait for me.
So, it's a hotel. Now what?
Now you take a bath. What for?
Because I said so, that's what for.
Don't nobody knock around this place?
Who is this joker?
The markings are just about the way you described them.
Yes.
Where'd you get those scars?
Rudolph Valentino beat me 'cause I wouldn't marry him.
That's the last time you sauce me. Now...
Where did those scars come from?
I don't remember.
Just keep on not remembering.
Put those on.
Excellent work, Mr. Jenkins. I'm pleased. Good.
- Anything else, Mr. Bundage? - No.
- A dress? - Put it on.
you will send me a bill.
Mr. Bundage, our agreement was payment on delivery.
So it was, so it was.
And Harry Bundage always honors his agreements.
I will write you a check.
"Casey brown, no parents, no memory of home.
"apparent age, 14. Character, bellicose.
"four times remanded to juvenile hall.
One time committed to correctional facility." dear.
So you know who I am. Who are you?
My name is Harry Bundage. My business is finance.
Investments. The putting together of deals.
I am a business man.
- You're a hustler. - Eh?
A con man. I can smell them a mile away.
You take care your smeller don't end up where your ears ought to be!
You're right, my dear, of course.
Ha, ha!
I'm a man who knows an opportunity when he sees it.
And you are my opportunity, and I am yours.
Opportunity for what?
The opportunity to become the honorable Margaret...
Fourth marchioness st. Edmund of Candleshoe.
That's you again, aged three,
Sitting on your mum's lap,
Taken just before your father carried you off. What happened to the mother?
She died a year after the little girl disappeared.
That's the grandma at the back.
The kidnappin' made headlines for weeks.
That's from a Los Angeles paper nearly ten years ago.
And that's the last. What happened to the kid?
Oh, she may have survived the crash,
Wandered off somewhere...
In a state of shock afterwards.
Or her father could have left her somewhere...
And she wasn't in the car at all.
Anyway, she was never found.
Which is where I come in, right, Harry?
Exactly. You are the perfect double.
The age is the same, the scars are the same.
And with what else I've got planned...
You'll be able to fool st. Peter, himself.
Sounds perfect... But I got a couple of questions.
Certainly.
Coffee? No, thanks.
All right. Question number one,
There's got to be a bundle in it for you,
Right, Harry?
You could say there's that possibility.
Okay, question number two. What's in it for me?
For you?
A trip to Europe, luxurious hotel,
Jet flight into the wild blue yonder.
Okay. What's in it in hard cash?
Trust Harry Bundage. You'll be taken care of.
Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.
No. Either we got a deal up front or no deal at all.
What do you mean, no deal? Either we got a deal,
Or you can find yourself another look-alike...
For the fourth marchioness of what's-his-face.
Ha. I like your style.
Pure larceny, sixteen...
Bloody ounces to the pound.
All right.
What kind of a deal have you got in mind?
- One third of the action. - One third?
- Dirty little guttersnipe! - Remember, you like my style.
A third.
I'll give you five percent. Twenty.
Ten. Less expenses.
Okay, ten.
And a red Ferrari.
A red Ferrari?
You can't even get a driving license.
You get the Ferrari and I'll get the license.
It's a deal.
What's our next move?
Our next move is to get out of town quick...
Before Jenkins tries to cash that check.
Buckingham Palace,
Home of the kings and queens of England.
The royal standard's flying.
That means her majesty must be in residence.
God bless her.
Yeah? I'll have to give her a ring.
Clara!
Oh, Harry! You're back then?
Looks like it.
That's her.
That's the one.
'ello, deary. 'ow are you, then?
All right, then?
Ohhh, seems we got a ripe one 'ere.
You wasn't born yesterday, was you?
Well, Clara. What are you thinking?
Will she pass for the little lady Margaret?
She could convince me, all right.
What's that?
"that" is my cousin,
Miss Clara Grimsworthy,
Formerly in service at Candleshoe.
And she's got all the answers.
Yeah? Answers to what?
To the questions you've been asking.
Here, Clara. Fetch it out.
Now, then. Have you ever been on a treasure hunt?
No, I don't suppose you have,
Not with your deprived childhood.
I ain't deprived. I'm delinquent.
There's a difference, you know.
Well, a treasure hunt is what we are about to embark on.
But it ain't a kids' game, it's the real thing.
And this,
This... Is our "open sesame."
A cruddy piece of paper?
Listen, miss clever dick,
That cruddy piece of paper, as you call it,
Happens to be the last will and testament,
Supposedly lost,
Of Captain Joshua st. Edmund,
Marquis of Candleshoe.
Now, sit down there and listen.
Suppose I was to tell you...
That Captain Joshua was a pirate,
A "privateer" they called it when they was nobility.
And that one-armed rascal, he was one of the best.
He brought back enough booty...
To ransom a maharajah!
And he hid it somewhere in Candleshoe.
Only no one ain't ever found it.
Then one day, I comes along --
Who's telling this story, Clara?
Then one day...
Clara comes along. She's polishing the bedpost...
In Captain Joshua's old room,
And she finds a little secret door, and behind it...
Is this.
And then when she gets the sack -- I resigned.
When she resigned, she takes the will with her.
And she brings it to dear cousin Harry.
How do you know it's the real McCoy?
Heh-heh-heh.
Look at this.
A Spanish doubloon.
Just to whet the appetite, as you might say.
How much is it worth?
Four thousand dollars.
Hey...
And there's thousands of them.
So he tells where he hid the gold in the will.
Not likely. That old black villain...
Ain't givin' anything away for nothing.
Instead of telling where he's hid the gold,
All he does is give us the first clue.
And that's why we want someone in Candleshoe.
Free to follow up the other clues one by one.
And that someone is you.
Yeah. Providing we can convince the old dame...
That I'm long lost what's-her-name.
We'll convince her all right.
By the time we finish with you,
You'll think like that kid,
You'll feel like her and act like her.
Ain't only the old lady who'll believe...
That you're her long lost granddaughter.
You'll believe it yourself.
Play her the tune, Clara.
- Hear that? - What is it?
That, my girl, is your passport to Candleshoe.
Kidneys and liver. You can't eat them.
You also do not like spinach,
Cabbage...
And boiled fish.
Who does?
You do like bananas,
Shortbread and rice pudding.
Rice pudding?
You adore it.
And you can't eat strawberries.
They bring you out in a rash.
Check.
"dear lady st. Edmund, I'm writing to you...
"on a personal and confidential matter.
Recently, I was in the city of Los Angeles --"
You had two stuffed animals. And you called them...
Teddy and piggy-wig.
I think I'm going to throw up.
Teddy and piggy-wig.
teddy and piggy-wig!
And your mother's favorite scent was lilac.
"I shall await your reply.
"respectfully yours,
"Harold w. Bundage,
Esquire."
"dear lady st. Edmund..."
"dear Mr. Bundage,
"you are not the first person to claim to have discovered...
"my granddaughter,
"and I daresay you will not be the last.
"however, if you will bring the child to Candleshoe Tuesday,
I am perfectly willing to meet her."
And don't seem too eager.
Let it drop out careless-like, all the things you remember.
Feel you've seen the old lady before, house seems familiar.
Then, hit them with the secret hiding place.
Right, Harry. As soon as you're safely settled in,
You start looking for that second clue straight off.
Now, you remember the first one? Uh, yeah.
Uh, "for the sunrise student, there is treasure among books."
I told you to memorize it!
"for the sunrise student, there is treasure among books."
Okay? Yes, right. The way I figure it,
The second clue should be in the library.
But where?
If I knew where,
I wouldn't be sending you to look for it.
You'll just have to go through every book 'til you find it.
Pretend you're a great reader.
Who, me?
There it is, Candleshoe.
What a shack!
remember, you like bananas, shortbread and rice pudding.
and I hate liver and spinach and boiled fish.
- Relax, Harry. - Right, right.
Harry, er, Harold w. Bundage...
To see lady st. Edmund by appointment.
Yes. Her ladyship is expecting you, sir.
Your hat, sir?
If you will wait here for a moment,
I will tell her ladyship that you have arrived.
Ah, there he is.
Captain Joshua st. Edmund himself.
Thought he was clever, he did, with his gold and his clues.
But he didn't know he was coming up against Harry Bundage.
We'll see who comes out on top, you or me.
If you will step this way, her ladyship will see you now.
Whoa!
Be careful on this floor. After 400 years of polishing,
It is a trifle slippery.
You ought to have a warning put up.
I will suggest it to her ladyship.
Mr. Bundage, m'lady.
How do you do, Mr. Bundage? Charmed, I'm sure.
This is miss brown, miss Casey brown. Hi.
How do you do? Won't you sit down?
Thank you.
Thank you, indeed.
Pretty neat pad you got here. How many rooms?
Ah, I haven't counted them.
Will you serve the tea please, priory?
Tea, Mr. Bundage? Oh, yes, please.
My, ah, lady st. Edmund.
How do you like it?
Milk, please, and two teeny weeny lumps.
Two teeny, weeny lumps.
Miss brown?
Oh, uh, you got a cherry cola?
I'm afraid not, m'lady. A glass of lemonade, perhaps?
Yeah, right. Lemonade will be fine.
Now then, Mr. Bundage?
Ah, well, m'lady, I am a private investigator.
I was engaged to trace a fifteen-year-old girl,
That had run away from home...
To Los Angeles. And quite by chance,
I came across the dossier of this little girl.
She has a scar on her forehead and another on her shoulder.
I understand your granddaughter injured her head...
When she fell off a pony,
And tore her shoulder on some barbed wire. Hey, thanks.
So, you brought her to me. I wonder why.
There's no reward, you know.
It would be sufficient reward for me, your ladyship,
To know that I restored your long lost granddaughter to you.
Yes.
Now, child. Let me look at you.
- Your spectacles, m'lady. - Thank you, priory.
I have what is called failing eyesight.
Is there something wrong?
No, everything's fine.
Would you care for some strawberries?
Yeah, love 'em, but I can't eat 'em.
I break out in hives all over the place. I always have.
I will have one of those cookies, though.
Piece of shortbread, perhaps?
Ah, is that what it is?
Never had any, but I'll try anything once, right?
Mr. Bundage said that you were 4 years old when you were found.
Do you remember your parents?
Nope. Hey, this stuff ain't bad.
What's that, priory?
I beg your pardon, m'lady.
I thought perhaps, as miss brown cannot eat strawberries,
She might care for a little pear condé.
That looks like rice pudding.
I believe it is, miss.
Hey, well what do you know? I'm crazy about this stuff.
Even at the home, I couldn't get enough of it.
Got a spoon?
Yes, of course, miss.
Priory?
I think we could do with more hot water. Very good, m'lady.
Excuse me for a moment.
- Priory? - M'lady?
Eat it! I've had enough!
Strawberries? Shortbread?
Rice pudding?
That was rather unscrupulous of you, priory.
Quite right, m'lady. Most unscrupulous.
We'll just let things take their course. Shall we, priory?
Mmm... Delicious!
More tea, Mr. Bundage?
No, thank you, your ladyship. I'm quite content.
Why do you keep staring at my fireplace?
I guess I must have seen another one just like it...
Someplace before.
Except the one I saw had...
A kind of a hole in it.
A hole?
I used to hide things in it.
It must've been in a movie I saw, or a TV. Show.
Listen. I gotta say this.
You seem like a really nice old lady and everything,
But I ain't your granddaughter.
What makes you say that?
Oh, I don't know. I just know it.
I've never seen you before in my life.
All right, the truth is, this guy over here...
Comes to me and says he thought that I was that little girl,
The one that got lost, and he says...
He's gonna bring me to England to see you.
So I figure, why not?
I get to ride on a plane, get to go in fancy hotels.
What have I got to lose?
But, uh... That's all there is to it.
I see.
Yeah, well. Sorry if it's a put-down or anything.
I guess we better split, huh?
I'm most awfully sorry, your ladyship.
I was absolutely convinced that --
Thanks for the lemonade and the rice pudding.
See ya.
Bye-bye.
Uhhh...
You did that on purpose.
You rotten little scum. You deliberately...
Shoved the whole thing straight up the spout.
Priory?
Is there a loose brick in the fireplace? A loose brick, m'lady?
I don't think so.
How very odd.
Stay cool, Harry. Relax.
Cool? Relax! When I think of the money I spent.
The fares, the dinners.
And what I paid to that bloodsuckin' Jenkins!
You gave him a bum check. You probably stiffed the hotel, too.
You wait 'til I get you home. Harry!
Mr. Bundage? Mr. Bundage?
What's that? Her ladyship says,
Would you step inside again for a moment?
You and the young lady?
Why, certainly. I'd be glad to.
So, after you left, we examined the fireplace.
There was a loose stone.
You're kidding. And there was something hidden...
In the cavity behind it.
Do you recognize this?
That box?
No, I don't think so.
Look carefully. Are you sure you've never seen it?
It's very important.
No.
No, although...
I don't understand.
Oh, my dear. Oh, my dear.
Welcome to Candleshoe.
Welcome to Candleshoe!
She didn't! She bloody did!
"if you would be so kind, Mr. Bundage,
"to go to town and return with the child's things,
I would be most appreciative."
She wouldn't even let her leave.
She wouldn't let her come back and get her bleedin' clothes!
Oh, Harry! Harry!
Clara,
We are in.
We are in! Ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha. La, la, la.
Come in.
I put these away but they belong in here now.
Teddy and piggy-wig.
Why'd I call them that? Teddy and piggy-wig?
That's what you called them when you were little.
No foolin'.
But... Only, uh --
Yes?
I don't know.
It just seems to me they should smell like lilacs.
That was your mother's favorite scent.
Oh.
Good night, dear. Yeah, good night.
Sleep well.
Yeah.
Dining room, great hall,
Drawing room, library!
"you'll just have to go through every book 'til you find it."
There's gotta be a million of them.
Hi. Who are you?
I'm cluny.
You've missed breakfast. Mr. Priory sent me to find you.
Check.
- Here she is. - Hi.
Good morning, miss Margaret. How about some breakfast?
Bobby, go and get a fresh pot of marmalade.
Come and meet the rest of the family, miss Margaret. Listen.
If you don't mind, the name's Casey.
If you prefer it. Cluny you've already met.
Yeah, right, I met Cluny.
Over here, struggling with the churn is peter.
Hello, welcome to Candleshoe.
This is Anna.
Hey, somebody catch.
Well held!
The acrobatic member of the family is bobby.
Now, what about breakfast?
No, this will do.
Are you sure? Positive.
Anna, give her a glass of milk.
Bobby, help me with the separator.
When you've finished that, you can help us make the beds.
You gotta be kiddin'.
Margaret, my dear?
Her ladyship! She's not coming in here?
I hope not.
Casey, go and see what she wants. Quick!
Hi. There you are. Good morning.
Were you calling me? Yes, I was, actually.
I wondered if you'd like to take a walk with me.
Oh, bother. Priory!
- There you are, my dears. - Good morning, grandma.
Hello, grandmother. Anna.
I see you've met your new friend?
yes, grandmother, in the kitchen.
Anna, would you go and find priory for me?
Yes, grandmother.
now that your real granddaughter's here,
Does it mean that we'll be sent away?
Good gracious!
If I did that, whom would I find...
To slide up and down the great hall?
Splendid!
Yes, m'lady?
I seem to have mislaid my spectacles again.
Will you keep an eye out for them? Of course.
And priory, fetch me some stale bread.
I'm taking miss Margaret for a stroll around Candleshoe.
Very good, m'lady.
Priory? M'lady?
Where are the fresh roses I ordered for the hall table?
It's Mr. Gipping.
He's in one of his cranky moods again.
He wouldn't let me in his garden.
Wouldn't he, indeed?
It's not his garden, it's my garden.
And so I shall tell him, immediately.
Oh, m'lady, he'll be having his cup of tea.
Good heavens. Come on, quick!
Hey, what's going on? Don't tell her.
She'll have to know. Tell me what?
This place is a nuthouse.
Gipping, where are you?
Gipping!
Ah, there you are.
Gipping? I wish to speak to you.
When I order roses for the house,
I expect to get roses.
Is that clear?
When ye give orders! I dinna give a hoot about your orders.
The flowers come first.
Oh, do they, indeed?
You used to be a good, pleasant gardener,
But in recent years, you've become...
Tiresome and crotchety.
So that's the way it is? Crotchety, am I?
If I'd known there was to be a grand party...
To assassinate my character, I'd have put on my Sunday best.
Gipping, we are discussing roses.
Can't folk go about their work without being subjected to insults?
You're gettin' the wind up your drawers about nothin'.
Mr. Gipping.
You're a badgering old woman.
I'll tend my roses as I see fit. Your roses!
Very well. If that is your attitude,
You are dismissed!
Priory!
Blimey.
Quick. Help.
Get the boots, get the boots.
Priory?
Psst. Pssst!
Yes, m'lady?
I have dismissed Gipping.
I wish him packed and out of here by this evening. I see.
You wouldn't care to reconsider the matter, I suppose?
Certainly not! He was impertinent.
That's just his way, m'lady.
And he would be very hard for me to replace.
He would? Very hard.
And I would make sure that he had fresh roses...
For the hall every morning.
You would?
Well...
Perhaps I might give him one more chance.
But you may tell him that this is positively...
His last.
Oh, m'lady, the stale bread.
Oh. Thank you, priory.
Margaret, my dear.
I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting.
That's okay with me. I don't mind. Good.
I'll tell you what I think.
I think she's no more related to Gran than,
Than the postman.
She's here for a purpose,
And it's up to us to discover what it is.
Those kids, back at the house.
Are they related to you? Not really. They were at...
A children's home just outside our village.
It was terribly crowded and I have so much room here.
So they agreed to let them stay with me.
Somehow, we've become a family.
Lovely, isn't it?
Yeah. Never seen anything like it.
What's that over there?
Oh, that is the boundary of Candleshoe.
I don't suppose your experience of family life...
Has been a happy one.
What family life? I'll tell you,
The only thing I remember about family life...
Is nothing, zero.
One foster dump to another.
I mean, who really cares about a kid you take in...
Just for the welfare money and food stamps?
It's a racket, just like everything else.
The whole world's a racket.
That's the first thing I ever learned.
Get up out of bed in the morning with your dukes up.
Got 'em up, the first punch is yours.
I see.
Yeah, well,
Maybe you do and maybe you don't.
But... You can't go through life alone.
I ain't alone. I got me.
Listen, if you don't hand it out...
You don't have to worry about not gettin' it back.
"to the sunrise student...
There's treasure among books."
"to the sunrise student, there is treasure --"
Who is it? Yeah? Come on in.
It's me. You awake?
Yeah, I think I am.
How come you're not in bed?
I've got something for you.
What's that? Garlic.
Garlic? Garlic keeps ghosts away.
Garlic keeps everyone away.
Thanks, kid, but I don't believe in ghosts.
Not even the ghost of Captain Joshua?
His boots creaking along the corridor,
In search of his hidden treasure,
His sword, tap-tap-tapping along the paneling at every step.
Better take the garlic.
Thanks, kid.
I like you.
Yeah, I like you, too. Now beat it, huh?
Night. Night.
Hey, kid...
Everyone else in bed?
- Except me. Good night. - Good night.
There's gotta be a million of them.
Like a needle in a haystack.
What on earth are you doing here?
Uh, I was trying to find a book to read. In the dark?
I couldn't find the light switch.
You gave me a fright.
I thought you were an intruder. I gave you a fright!
I took a shortcut.
The house is full of secret passages.
I came to find a book, too. On plumbing.
Isn't the gardener any good at plumbing?
The gardener isn't much good at gardening.
I suppose you're wondering why --
Well, you might as well know.
You'll find out soon enough anyway.
There is no other staff because we can't afford to pay their wages.
You're kidding. I'm afraid not.
The old lady -- I mean, grandma.
She doesn't know you're broke?
We're not completely broke, just a little near the edge.
We take in some money on the tours.
Tours? We open the house to the public one day a week.
Then we sell eggs, fruit, cakes, at the village market.
Usually we stay just ahead of the rates and taxes.
This is a big house.
There must be a lot of junk you could sell.
Anything of any real value went long ago.
The pictures are nearly all copies,
Except for one or two which aren't worth anything.
Well, now that you know all our secrets,
I hope you'll keep them.
Why not? Good.
That really makes you one of the family.
You were looking for a book? Yeah.
So was I.
Now, where did I put "the plumber's help"?
"the plumber's help."
Last month, the roof sprang a leak.
Now it's the water tank.
Found what you were looking for?
Uh, no. I found mine.
"the care and maintenance of t-joints and s-bends."
Just the thing for bedside reading.
Good night. Good night.
"the sunrise student..." yeah.
"paths of glory lead but to the grave."
That's it. I found the clue.
International investment advisers, limited.
Is that you, Harry? What? Yes.
It's her!
- Are you there? - Of course I'm bloody here!
Where've you been? Did you find anything in that library?
You said all I had to do was look through a few books.
Have you ever seen that library?
Anyway, it wasn't in a book.
Don't waste time telling me where it wasn't.
Tell me where it was! In the window.
In the window? Stupid little nutter.
What do you mean? The stained glass window.
You could only see it when the sun was coming up.
It said, "the paths of glory lead but to the grave."
The paths of glory lead where?
To the grave.
It's a poem by a guy named Thomas Gray.
I asked grandma, you know, the old lady.
She says it's an elegy in a country churchyard.
I'll call when I find out more.
Hello? I'm not finished yet, you little squid!
Clara.
Nip 'round to the public library,
And ask 'em about a bloke called Thomas Gray...
Who wrote a sort of... Allergy about a graveyard.
Who were you telephoning?
My stockbroker.
I told him to buy 400 shares of alakazam salt and pepper.
Listen, you're up to something. I want to know what it is.
No, you listen.
If you don't keep your snout out of my business,
Your smeller'll wind up where your ears ought to be.
well, I must be off.
I'll be back by late afternoon.
You know that poem by Gray, that churchyard thing?
Would you say it's in the library? Oh, yes.
We have a very nice copy, signed by the author, I believe.
There you are, my dear.
Return it when you're finished with it.
good afternoon, John Henry.
Good afternoon, m'lady.
how are you today?
I'm in the pink, as you might say.
And how is your Uncle George?
I didn't think it necessary to trouble you with the news,
But we've finally had to measure him for his wooden overcoat.
Wooden -- we buried him last week.
I'm sorry to hear that.
But he's been ill for some time, hasn't he?
Begging your ladyship's pardon,
And being wishful to do justice to all...
And not to speak evil of the dead,
I must say, me uncle was uncommon fond of the bottle.
He was, you might say,
Distinctually overpartial.
And it was that what carried him off in the latter end.
John Henry, I hope that will prove a lesson to you.
To me, m'lady?
Because in recent years,
You have been known to take a drop too much yourself,
And to be unavailable to carry out your duties.
Oh, yes... I see.
I'm very sorry indeed, m'lady.
You may take me to the vicarage.
Wait until the meeting is over and bring me back. Very good, m'lady.
Shan't be long, my dears.
Too much.
well, come on back to work.
We've got 300 pounds to make up. If you're so short of cash,
How come you don't sell that old heap?
Grandmother would hate it, that's why.
It doesn't belong to us. It belongs to the bank.
Mr. Priory had to borrow money on it for last year's taxes.
Bobby and I'll get things ready for the tour.
You can help me polish the floor in the great hall.
Thank you, peter. I said polish it, not skate on it.
We'll start the jam-making.
I left the apples outside the back door.
Anna, you get the jam jars out and wash them.
You can peel and core the apples.
You can peel and core the apples, queenie. I'm busy.
Just a minute, queenie!
Now, listen, you, whoever you are.
You're going to do your share like the rest of us.
Wanna bet?
If you don't do your share, it leaves more for the rest of us.
What a pity.
Now, you listen to me. Gimme that book.
To keep Candleshoe going we all have to work.
We have to work very hard.
And we don't do it because someone is forcing us to,
But because we love gran,
Because we like being here.
If you're going to stay here, you've got to help.
Have I made that clear?
Yeah.
Now, let me make one thing clear, queenie.
Around here, you're the help.
And I'm the boss.
So you want to play rough, do you?
Cluny, you shouldn't have done that. She asked for it.
All the same, it wasn't a very nice thing to do.
Ow!
Go see what's stirring up the chickens, bobby.
All right, peter.
Cluny, no!
Nice try.
Cluny!
Oh, Cluny, you shouldn't have.
Yeah, Cluny, you shouldn't have.
Hey, get off my back.
That wasn't very nice.
Ha!
You gotta be kidding.
Ow!
Let go.
Ahhh!
Stop it!
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm fine.
You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, two against one.
And what's grandmother going to say when she finds out?
We had the nicest meeting we've had in months.
No, thank you.
That dreadful man, Quartermaine, was away...
Dipping his sheep or whatever it is he does.
We made final plans for our autumn bazaar.
We discussed combining the Christmas eve entertainment...
At the town hall with the church supper on Christmas day.
And then we pledged to raise 100 pounds above our quota...
In this year's red cross drive.
Then we had tea.
The vicar told us some stories about his youth in India.
You know, Gipping is doing much better with the flowers.
Do you think you'll see him this evening?
It is a distinct possibility, m'lady.
You may tell him I am pleased.
And then the vicar told a funny story about an elephant.
Why do you let your hair hang over your face, dear?
It covers your lovely eyes.
Push it back.
Push it back, Margaret.
Oh!
And what happened to you, might I ask?
You want to know how I got into this mess?
All right, I'll tell you what happened.
I was sitting in the vegetable garden reading,
Minding my own business, when Cluny came up to me.
Yeah, she came up to me and uh...
And uh...
She wanted me to help her with a few things.
I said, "sure, why not?"
I get up to go, trip over a garden hose,
Bang my eye on a rake, and fall tail over tea kettle...
Down the hill into the pond.
Could I have some more mashed potatoes, please?
Priory,
You will tell Gipping to be more careful in the future...
Of where he puts the garden hose.
I'll be very sure to do that, m'lady.
In a country churchyard.
Ahhh! Shut up!
You miserable, double-crossing little worm.
Thought you'd hold out on Harry?
After all he's done for ya.
I wasn't gonna hold out on him.
I saw the church, and I thought maybe -- yeah.
By a stroke of good fortune, so did I.
Elegy in a country churchyard.
Well, that's his grave, ain't it?
Yeah, look at it. Look at it, nothin'.
Just his name. And when he died.
Maybe that's the clue, when he died!
Maybe that means something.
Like what?
He didn't know when he was gonna die. We oughta dig him up.
Dig him up! Ahhh!
What is the matter with you?
Do you want to wake up the whole house?
Here!
The old devil!
"he followed the eclipse for riches and fame,
And if ye would prosper, do ye the same."
Thomas Gray. In a country churchyard.
The cunning old devil.
Do you think that's the next clue then, Harry?
Of course it is.
Anything to do with an eclipse.
Now, you go through that old house from top to bottom.
Don't you do nothin' else. Do you hear me?
Get back to the house before they miss ya.
I'll be in touch. You better have something for me.
Aren't you going back to London?
I can't. The loan sharks are after my gullet.
But you listen to me.
If they chew me, I'll chew you. Don't you forget it.
I could feed you to the fishes and no one would ever know.
I hope you don't think he's joking.
Have you ever seen anyone who's been fed to the fishes?
Very nasty, that is.
Now and then a person is hauled up out of the sea,
And the authorities looks at 'em through squinched up eyes,
And says, "ooh, what a horrible mess.
I can't bear to see it. Throw 'em back in."
And that's the end of that person.
And that's what'll happen to you if you don't ...
Do what's expected of ya. So just you remember that.
I got you the first two clues, didn't I?
Yeah, well, you better find the next one and be quick about it.
Go on, hop it.
Good morning. Hi.
Good morning, Casey. 'morning.
You slept late. Yeah.
Would you like a scone? Yeah, thanks.
Thanks.
I said Casey, not you.
The rest are for tea.
When's the last time you heard about an eclipse around here?
Bobby, make yourself useful. Polish that.
Eclipse of the sun or of the moon?
Either.
Not for some time. Why do you ask?
No reason.
Look what I found.
A cucumber! He loves cucumber sandwiches.
Who does?
Today's the first Wednesday of the month.
So what?
It's the day colonel Dennis comes to tea.
Who's colonel Dennis?
- More tea, colonel? - Yes, thank you very much.
By Jove, they are delicious, these cucumber sandwiches.
Really my favorite.
I remember the club in Kanpur.
Me syce always used to bring me cucumber sandwiches...
Every afternoon.
You know, the dear vicar...
Was talking about India yesterday,
And he said that a syce was a groom.
Yes, of course, quite right.
Yes, slip of the tongue.
Me syce used to bring me horse every afternoon, me black horse.
Satan?
Satan, dear old Satan.
Yes. Oh, many's the gymkhana I've won with dear old Satan.
It was at the time of the game maneuvers.
Does he really ride that good?
Not likely. Mr. Prior is terrified of horses.
"Dennis," he said, "you haven't bought that brute, have you?
You'll never get on his back." well, I took old Satan,
And I went over those jumps three times, full gallop.
Where are you goin' with those?
I forgot to put out the scones.
Wait a minute.
I think I've got an idea.
Splendid, but very dangerous.
One doesn't consider danger when one is a soldier.
Oh, Margaret.
My dear child.
Colonel, you haven't met my granddaughter, Margaret.
I'm delighted. Hello, there.
What are those? These are some scones.
Mr. Priory thought the colonel would like some.
You have met Mr. Priory, our butler?
Yes, of course. Splendid fellow.
Well, I must be on my way now, don't you know.
Delicious tea. Delightful company.
My dear colonel Dennis, your visits are much too short.
They bring a breath of the outside world.
How fortunate it was for me,
That you moved into the neighborhood,
Just when my last, old friend left.
Oh, I wouldn't miss me monthly visits for all the tea in china.
Ah, hello, children. All well?
Oh, yes, colonel Dennis. Thank you.
Good boy.
Is that your horse? Yes, a bit of a nag, actually,
But all right for just hacking around the countryside.
I've never seen a saddle like this.
Where I come from, they're all western saddles.
Is it hard to ride on one of these itty bitty things?
No problem really, a case of firm knees, good hands.
It beats me how you stay on one of these.
Say, could you show me, colonel?
Now? Oh, well, some other time.
Please? The animal's tired.
I rode him pretty hard coming over here.
I have to walk him home. Grandmother?
My dear colonel, do please indulge the child.
And me, too. I've never seen you on horseback.
- Yes, well, ah... - Please. Please.
Please. Please.
Let us see you gallop up the drive in true cavalry fashion.
Well, anything to give you pleasure, of course.
You're not going to mount from that side, are you?
I'm just checking this rubber, leather business here.
- The girth, sir. - I know it's the girth.
It's regimental policy.
Always check the girth before mounting.
Just you wait.
How do you get this thing started?
You gotta hit it with this thingamajig.
Whoa!
The colonel's horse must be even more mettlesome than Satan was.
Ow!
Did you see him going up the stairs with the tour?
He had to go up one at a time.
Laugh all you like, but just remember,
He who laughs last, laughs last.
Well, how did we do?
I'm afraid the forecast for rain didn't help much.
With the takings for today's tour and the refreshments,
We're still a hundred pounds short.
A hundred pounds? Really?
When do you have to pay the taxes? In a week.
Eight days, to be exact.
Come on, now. Cheer up. We still have time.
We still have a few things we can take to Mr. Thresher's,
And next Saturday at the market,
We'll sell more fruits, vegetables, jams,
More of Cluny's cakes, than we've ever sold before.
Right?
Right!
Now, you finish setting up this stall.
We'll take this stuff over to thresher's. All right.
All right? Come on, peter.
I hope we do well today. We have to do very well.
We've never taken in a hundred pounds before. You haven't?
Maybe your sales technique needs a little overhauling.
Sales technique? Yeah.
It ain't what you got to sell, it's the way you sell it.
Okay, okay, walk up folks.
You've never seen such enormous eggs in all of your life.
You can dice 'em, slice 'em, poach 'em, fry 'em, scramble 'em.
We've got brown large, white large, white small ones.
Anything you like. They're fantastic!
And every one laid by that famous hen, Murabelle.
Walk up, folks, walk up.
If you're lucky, you'll get the last Candleshoe vegetables...
Grown by the famous gardener, Gipping,
Who once worked for the queen,
And grew cauliflowers at Buckingham Palace.
Who wants enormous eggs, now?
- I'll take a half a dozen. - Glad you got here early.
In about a half an hour they'll all probably be sold out.
Oh, well, in that case, I'll take a dozen.
A dozen for this lady.
Don't miss out on these gingerbreads,
Which Captain Joshua st. Edmund took on his voyages.
Guaranteed to ward off headaches, scurvy, and wind.
You can't say that.
Why not? We're selling them, aren't we?
Cakes, delicious home-baked cakes.
Five pence, please. Thank you.
Twenty-five pence, sir.
It's, uh, reduced from fifty.
Do we have enough? How did we do, Mr. Priory?
Unbelievably, wonderfully splendid.
The most splendiferous market-day we've ever had.
We've made up the hundred pounds?
With what we've sold to thresher,
And Casey's salesmanship,
It's simply disgraceful. Oh, dear. It looks like rain.
Her ladyship's all alone in the house. She hates thunder.
Casey, hop on your bike, go on home. Here, take this with you.
Go on, go on. Come on, pack up.
Get the eggs, cake, jam.
Take my sweater. No, don't worry about it.
I've got my jacket and there's an umbrella for the cart.
Okay.
Bobby, get those empty boxes. Put them on the cart.
Okay.
Peter! Coming.
Bye.
Get that end.
Grandmother?
Who's there?
Who's that?
Quiet! Do you want the world to hear?
What are you doing here? Did you put the lights out?
No, must be the storm. Why haven't I heard from you?
And what was all that la-dee-da stuff in the village market?
Buy my eggs. Small, large, brown, white.
Boil 'em, fry 'em. What's all that?
Well, ah, I gotta pretend like I'm one of the family,
Don't I?
You've got to find that treasure.
That's what you've got to do. No muckin' about, do you hear?
What does eclipse mean? Do you hear?
Well, uh, I don't know just yet, but I'm working on it.
I really am. Priory?
Children?
No.
It's me, Casey. Ah, Margaret.
You keep that old lady out of here or she gets it with this.
Now, get rid of her.
Oh, Margaret, my dear.
Oh, I'm so glad you're back safely.
Where are the others? They're still in town with priory.
In this dreadful weather? They'll be back pretty soon.
Every time there's an electrical storm, our lights go dead.
Priory always knows how to fix them, though.
What we'd do without him, I can't imagine.
Oh, I must go and dress for dinner.
Hey, what are you doing with that?
What's it look like? I'm taking it.
That's the money for the taxes. It's going to save my hide.
It will help to feed the loan sharks.
Say you were attacked by a burglar.
If they don't pay the taxes, they'll have to leave,
And I won't be able to search for any more clues. So much the better.
We'll have the place to ransack from top to bottom.
Harry -- keep working on that eclipse.
I won't let you.
Get out of here! Harry!
Have you gone balmy?
Harry, wait please!
Let's get out of here.
- Don't, Harry. - Get out of the way.
- Get out of the way! - Please don't!
Get off! Get off, I said.
Stop, Harry. Get her off.
I've checked all the wardrobes upstairs, m'lady.
And I'll see that these other things, gramophone and so on,
Are all sent on to your new address.
Thank you, priory.
My husband and me on our wedding day.
A most handsome couple, m'lady.
Yes.
And this is my dance program from the ball...
We held for the prince of wales at Candleshoe.
The prince asked me for every dance.
My husband was furious.
His royal highness was a most striking man.
I remember the waltz.
I believe I still have a gramophone record of it.
Here it is on top.
We had glorious times here, hadn't we?
I thought the dancing at Candleshoe would never end.
But, it has at last.
No.
Soon, perhaps, but not so long as I am here.
Please play the gramophone record, priory,
And you and I will waltz.
Oh, no, m'lady. Absolutely not. I insist.
M'lady, it wouldn't be appropriate.
Would it be appropriate if I were to waltz with col. Dennis?
I'm sure he dances better than he rides.
You did him very well, priory.
You knew?
We were playing games with time, you and I.
And I thank you for it.
M'lady, I'm terribly embarrassed.
You needn't be. I'm very grateful,
For your splendid talent...
And even more for your compassion.
And now, if you please,
The gramophone record.
we're here to see Casey brown.
yes, she's in the end bed.
Hi. This is for you.
Thanks.
These are for you, too.
They're plums. They're nice and squashy.
Thanks.
How are you feeling? Okay.
Hey, you're right. They are kinda squashy.
Haven't caught the thief yet.
No?
The police haven't got anything to go on.
Like I told 'em, I never saw his face.
You were in the kitchen with him.
You chased him all the way to the road,
Tried to stop his car, and never saw his face? It was dark.
Well, we've come to say good-bye.
What do you mean, good-bye? Where are you goin'?
We've got to go back to the children's home.
Candleshoe is being sold to pay the rates and taxes.
What about grandma?
there's a place the county has.
It's very nice, really. Lots of people her age.
You're putting me on, aren't you?
Gran stuck in an old folks home?
With the house gone, there's nowhere else for her to go.
Look, Casey, if there's anything that you know,
And you haven't told us --
I don't know anything, anything.
Well, I'm afraid we must go.
Yeah.
Hey, thanks for the plums.
Bye, Casey.
We'll miss you.
Don't lose your garlic.
I won't.
Good-bye.
Hey, queenie! All of you!
Come on back. I've got a few things to say to you.
this was the last clue.
"he followed the eclipse for riches and fame."
"and if ye would prosper do ye the same."
Well, it's perfectly simple.
The eclipse was a ship. A ship?
Captain Joshua's ship.
There's a picture in the house...
Of Captain Joshua aboard the eclipse accepting the sword...
Of a Spanish captain, whose ship he had captured.
Of course, that's the clue.
Come along, everyone, it's hanging in the hall.
M'lady.
It's not hanging in the hall.
You sold it, Mr. Thresher? You sold my painting?
But m'lady, it was my painting.
You sold it to me, that is. Well, Mr. Priory sold it to me.
It was quite proper for you to sell the painting,
But it is imperative for us to look at it.
Who did you sell it to?
I sold it to an American lady.
She said that Captain Joshua...
Reminded her of her father. Another pirate, no doubt.
I had it packed up and sent down to Hambledon station.
It's leaving on the 12:20 for London. 12:20.
Yes, from there it's taken down to Southampton...
In time to be put aboard the Queen Elizabeth.
Get in the car, peter. We're catching the 12:20. But it's 12:15 now.
The 12:20 hasn't been on time for eight years.
There goes the 12:20. At 12:20.
What a terrible time to break a perfect record.
This is the last stop between here and London.
Are we licked? Of course not.
Give chase, priory. We'll flag them down somehow.
everybody out.
Priory, you parked my car across the tracks.
Yes, m'lady.
But if the train doesn't stop in time --
Of course it will stop. They have marvelous brakes.
M'lady.
I shall remain here, thank you. But, m'lady.
You just said it would stop in time.
Yes, but -- they have marvelous brakes, I believe.
M'lady, I must insist.
I shall not leave this car.
But just make sure it does stop in time.
Very good, m'lady.
Thank you, priory.
Here now, what's going on?
Do you mind if we have a look at something in your baggage van?
That's the eclipse, all right. But where's the clue?
Captain Joshua has his sword through a document.
Is something written on it?
"underfoot, in the great hall, look high, look low.
Discover all. Signed Joshua st. Edmund."
In the great hall? Underfoot?
Priory, do you I have it, have the key? M'lady.
Peter, go and get my tool box. Hurry up.
- That map's here somewhere. - Mr. Bundage!
Why the very idea!
What on earth are you doing here?
Your ladyship, good afternoon.
The place was up for sale, and we thought we'd look around.
Until tomorrow, this house is mine, and you will kindly leave.
I made a nice cup of tea for you, Harry.
Blimey!
Grimsworthy! What's she doing here?
What are you doing here?
You were dismissed for stealing, and were told never to return.
All right, stow that talk. Charlie, shut the doors.
- All right, grab her. - Tally ho.
Ahoy there. Come here.
Stay over here, m'lady.
Got her. Let go!
Ow!
let's call the police.
Ow!
Stop those two!
It's engaged. It's what?
Busy. Come on, hurry!
Ahhh!
I'll teach you to kick me.
Priory, the children.
We must see what's happening to them. I'll go, m'lady.
Mr. Bundage, put that down at once.
- Keep back. - Let's not be hasty.
That treasure is gonna be mine,
Or it ain't going to be nobodies.
This is an emergency.
No, there's nothing wrong with my phone.
Gimme that!
Gotcha.
Come on.
Hurry!
- Hello, operator. Operator! - Hey, get off that phone!
Look out! Get off!
Get him!
All right, quick. Go for the police.
What about you? Go, quickly. Get the police.
No, go on. Go, go.
Hey, Clara!
Quick, m'lady. This way.
Priory!
You swine! My regimental tie!
Did peter get away? I don't know.
Cluny, you better go for help, too, just in case.
Look out! Here duck. They are.
You get the little one.
Come here. Gotcha!
What's happening?
Coochi, cooch.
And don't come back.
Everyone in the great hall, quick.
M'lady, please.
Casey, find something to wedge the door. How about that?
Do you think that's gonna hold? No.
We must barricade it as well. The iron sailor?
Good thinking. Everybody help. Mind the ax, m'lady.
Push.
Well, don't stand there. Get 'em.
Ahhh!
What's going on?
Captain Joshua, you old rogue.
I'm not very good at good-byes.
Apparently not. Where are you going?
I don't know. Back to l.A., I guess.
I see.
Yeah, well, listen. I never belonged at Candleshoe.
I pretended I did, but I don't. All right?
Not enough excitement here for you?
You gotta be kidding.
Perhaps it's the people at Candleshoe you don't care for.
Priory, the children.
Yeah, they're okay.
Perhaps it's me.
Yeah, okay. You got it. It's you.
I mean, I came here to do a number on you.
You know, straight hustle.
I mean, I didn't know you, and I didn't care.
But now.
But now?
Now, uh...
Now, it's different.
Thank you.
I'm very fond of you, too.
I don't mind in the least that you lied to me...
When you first came to Candleshoe.
But my feelings would be hurt very much if you lied to me now.
Do you really want to go back to Los Angeles?
I've never cried in my life.
Then, I think it's just about time you did.
Come along, my dear.
We're going home.
Supposing your real granddaughter shows up?
Perhaps, she has.