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- We'll get you running
in no time at all.

- How come you don't talk to me
like that?

- I don't?

- Do you know how long
we've been going out?

- Uh...

- Three months.

- That long?

We need to talk.

- What exactly are we?

- We're two people...

who like each other.

A lot.

- I need to know you're ready

to take our relationship
to the next level.

- Or... We could...

we could keep it at
the current level.

The current level's nice.

I knew it.

- Look, um...

I'm just not quite there yet.

- You're a sweet guy, Johnny,
but...

I need someone who can commit.

- Pop the hood.

Start 'er up.

- Johnny!

- Steve!

How's my power blend selling?

- They're not.

I agreed to this little hobby
of yours, but this is a bar.

Nobody wants juice. Well,
except Ms. B over here.

- It's delicious.
And it fixed my headache.

- See? She gets it.
- Speaking of fixing...

Do you know anything
about toaster ovens?

- Come on. Give me a day.

- Thanks.

- Hello.

I know it's your first day,

but we don't wear black
at the castle.

Black is for mourning
and funerals. Protocol.

- So sorry, Miss.

- White jackets in pantry #2.

Michelle, could you help her
please?

- Annie. The ball is
in eight days,

I need everything to be perfect.
- And it will be.

- Oh, make sure the napkins
all have a crisp edge.

- Like overcooked bacon.

But not.

At noon, you meet with
the bishop.

Statue dedication at two,
tea at four

with the Gloucester committee.

Oh, and you need to finalize
your speech for the ball.

Also, I hate to bring it up
again, but...

The taxes are a bit overdue.

Are you alright, your Grace?

- I'm tired, Prudence.

Of all of it.

These endless duties
and obligations.

I'm not getting any younger.

It's time we started preparing
for the inevitable

and sorted out
my succession plans.

- Your Grace?
- As you know,

with no direct heir,

the title will pass
to my closest relative.

Please send
for my cousin Alistair.

- I'm sure he's waiting
patiently by the phone.

- You don't approve?

- He's a title chaser.

Also, I've seen him play polo.

His horse threw him. Twice.

Horses are an excellent judge
of character.

- Surely you can't judge a man
by that.

- Mmm...

- At any rate, I've never really

connected with the people here.

If there's any way to save
this place, it's with new blood.

- Alistair Covington-Breed
is hardly new blood.

- Well, perhaps
he'll surprise us. At any rate,

I've made up my mind.

Please begin putting my affairs
in order.

- As you wish, your Grace.

Marriage?

Marriage certificate.

Your Grace!

I'm not quite sure how to say
this, but prepare to be...

surprised isn't quite the word.

- What is the word?

- Gobsmacked!

- Alright everybody,

we know what night it is.
It's karaoke night!

And first up, coming to
the stage, we got Johnny Payne!

- Oh really? No!
- Come on Johnny, get up here!

- Thanks, Steve.

- Let's go!
- Oh!

And now.

For the moment absolutely
nobody has been waiting for!

We ready for this?

Whoo!

- Yeah, come on!

- Hello.
- Hey.

- Your landlord said
I might find you here.

- Well, here I am.
- Prudence Thorpe.

- Johnny Payne.

- Your hair is quite... tall.

- Thanks? I grew it myself.

You're not a process server, are you,
because I returned those library books.

- I'm advisor to William,
Duke of Glasswick.

- Oh... Oh, that's a...
that's a new one.

- He's requesting your presence
at Glasswick Castle, south of York.

- York.
- England.

- Great. Well, you know what?
Tell him I'll be there,

right after I meet with the King
of Hearts and Mr. Potato Head.

Just one second.

Alright, everybody,
next up. We got Melanie.

Ma. Can I call you back?

Yeah, I love you too.

Okay, yeah, I'll call you back.

- Time is of the essence here.

- Wow, you're really taking
this all the way, aren't you?

- I assure you,
I'm quite serious.

- Hm. Yes, you are.

So why would this duke
of wherever want to see me?

- Is there somewhere a little
more private we can talk?

- Yeah.

I think the music was a little
too loud, but I could've sworn

I heard you say something crazy,
like a duke wanted to see me?

- Indeed. It seems you are
next in line to succeed him.

- What?
- Yeah.

The duke.

He's your father.

- No, thanks.

- That's, uh... that's all
you have to say?

- You can ask my father,
whoever he is,

where's he been
the last 38 years of my life?

And you can tell him
some other things, too.

- Don't bother. He can't commit.

Oh, he'll wait for you
to break up with him,

and fix your car on the way out.

- So you shan't be coming, then?

- I shan't not.

- It's rather disappointing.

I was hoping that perhaps,

oh, never mind.

I will inform the duke.

Good day.

You forgot this!

- Hey Ma!
- Oh, Doll face!

- Hey...

- What's wrong?

- You won't believe this. Uh...

Some snoot with an English
accent walked into Steve's.

Apparently, good ol' Dad
wants to meet me.

Or rather, I'm being summoned.

- Oh dear.

- I guess we never really talked
about him.

- I tried.

- Yeah.

I just didn't want to hear about
some clown who ran out on us.

- It wasn't quite like that,
not really.

Sit down.

He was on holiday.

And I was singing at a piano bar
downtown.

And he came in every night
for a week.

- But... you got married
after a week?

Three!

We eloped.

We were young. And foolish.

I knew he was
from some stuffy family,

but he said he wanted
to get away from all that.

- Apparently not.
- They pressed him to return.

And he did.

He chose them.

So, I annulled it.

Found out I was pregnant,

and I sent him a letter
to let him know.

But I never heard back.

I decided right then and there
it was going to be you and me.

- You know,

you were the best two parents
any kid could ask for.

- Meet him.

Mm? Go there.

Why?

- See this part of yourself,

even if it's a small part.

- Yeah, maybe I will.

Just so I can look him in
the eye

and tell him that we turned out
just fine without him.

Check this out.

First-class ticket.

- Oh, what?

- Yeah.

- First time in our village?
- First time out of the States.

- Oh. What business have you got
at the castle?

- I'm seeing the Duke.
- The old crust?

Sure you are.

And what are you gonna say
to him?

- Hi, Dad?

- Oh, that is a good one, mate!
"Hi, Dad!"

Ayup. There's my castle.

Best grog in town.

- I might need a grog or two
after this.

- Good afternoon.

- Prudence.

Delightful to see you again.

- You also.

- How good to be back
in the duchy again!

- I trust you're finding
your rooms to be adequate.

- Mine's a bit small.
I prefer the East Wing,

where I usually stay.

- Oh, that's closed off now,
Lady Elena.

- Alistair,
that should be remedied.

- Of course, Mother.

And I'm hoping that when
the time comes

that Prudence will stay on
as my advisor.

- Ah, yes.

- Holy guacamole!

- She's a beaut, isn't she?

She used to be worth
something once.

Not anymore.

I hear there's more debts
than rooms in this place.

You want me to wait? It won't be
long before they boot you out.

It's okay.

- Give my regards
to the old crust.

- Will do.

- Welcome back.

Cousin Alistair.

- Your Grace.

- Lady Elena.
- Your Grace.

- Thank you for coming
at such short notice.

I trust you'll stay on
for the ball at the weekend?

- We wouldn't miss it
for all the tea in China!

- As Prudence has explained,

I've decided to start
the process

of handing over my duties

and passing on the duchy
to its rightful heir.

- Yes.
- Who, as I'm sure you know, is...

- Ma. Yeah, I made it.

- Good Lord. What is that?

- It's a... castle.

- That is
the next Duke of Glasswick.

- What?

- How you doin'?
I'm Johnny.

- Good afternoon, sir.

Phew!

- May I take your luggage, sir?

- Oh, it's good,
I'll hang onto it. Thank you.

- I assure you,
I'll guard it with my life.

- Thank you, Jeffers.

As you might imagine,
we weren't expecting you.

- You invited me!

- And here you are!

- Where's he?

- His Grace will be with you
shortly.

Perhaps you'd like to change.
- Into someone else?

- We do have a dress code, so...

our footmen can bring you
a jacket and tie.

- Well, then, I wouldn't look
like me.

- So you shan't be
changing clothes, then?

- I shan't not.

- Oh, please
don't touch anything.

- Well, maybe I'll just...
have a look around.

- We can't have you wandering
about, getting lost.

Follow me.

Glasswick Castle has
three wings,

67 rooms, a library,

drawing room, sitting room,

dining room
and lesser dining room.

This is the grand ballroom.

- You throwing a party?
- The Glasswick Ball.

It's a time-honoured tradition.

Nothing has changed
in three centuries.

- Not even the guest list.

Thank you, Annie.

- He is cute.

- Oh!

No touching, thank you!
This way.

- It's loose.

- This place is bananas.

Gargoyles are a nice touch.

- The Duke will be
with you shortly.

- Good-looking guy.

Smile for my mom, here.

So, uh...

you in a relationship?

- I beg your pardon?

- No, you don't have to say
anything, I'm good at this.

He's of fine stock,
with a name like...

Nigel, or Basil, and when
he's not on the polo field

or out yachting about,

he's driving his Jaguar.

Am I right?

- Hm. Wait here.

And please,
don't touch anything.

- I won't touch anything.

En garde!

Tchink, tchink,
I'll get you now.

Gah! Ugh! Yah!

No. No!

Aaaaah!! Ahaha!

Sorry.

- Well.

- Hi.

- Jonathan, is it?

- Johnny.

And what do I call you?

- Your Grace is customary.

Or if you prefer,

William Charles Edward Henry,
Duke of Glasswick.

- Just rolls off the tongue,
doesn't it?

- Uh... shall we?

- Yeah, yeah.

- I hear you're
in the automobile industry.

- I'm a mechanic.

- I suppose the world
needs mechanics.

- Yeah, probably more
than dukes.

- Well, a title presents
its own challenges.

As you'll undoubtedly see.

- Oh, no, no, I'm not here
for the title.

- Well, you should know
that the title

is attached to the land,

and the land can't be sold.

So if it's money you're after,
I'm afraid you've come for naught.

- That's why you think I'm here?

For money?

- I'd be remiss
if it didn't cross my mind.

- I don't want your money.

I don't want anything from you.

I just wanted to come here
and look at you face to face,

and ask you why you left.

And now having met you,

I don't think I care anymore.

- Well.

That's that, I suppose.

- That's that.

- Does she still sing?

- What?

- Your mother.
She was quite talented.

- She gave it up.
To raise me.

Snobby, judgmental,

condescending, arrogant,
self-centred, cold fish!

- I, uh... I take it
it didn't go well.

- I can't believe
I'm related to that guy.

- He'll warm up over time.

- Too bad I won't be here
to see it.

- So that's it?

You've come all this way
to just turn around and leave?

- I've seen enough.
- You haven't seen anything.

- I think we're done here.

- The future title of the duchy
is at stake here. Your title.

- Well, thanks for thinking
of me. But no thanks.

- You can't just decline
a dukeship.

You have to inherit it first,
then decline within a year.

- Thank you.

- Where are you going?

- The Pickled Pickle.

- You cannot stay at a pub.
- Why not?

- You're the Duke's son.

Which makes you a lord.
And heir.

- Well, maybe I'll just stay
at an Heirbnb!

- You may be the most irritating,
madding person I've ever met.

- Same!

Jag-yoo-arh.

I knew it!

- Can you imagine someone like
that in a place like this?

There's a reason they're called
"commoners."

- His blood's purer than yours.

- Phew...

You're beautiful.

But you need a bath.

- There he is!
You son of a duke!

- That didn't last long.
- Right, lads? Pay up!

I told them you'd be booted out
within the hour.

- Word travels fast around here,
huh?

- Well, my girlfriend
works at the castle.

- So did the old crust give you
the royal small talk?

- The royal what?

- It's what they do when
they have nothing else to say.

- How are you finding
our fair village?

- I'm finding your fair
village quite lovely,

except for the occasional idiot.

- Oh, how desperate!

It's like I'm at the castle!

- Have you seen a loud American
with tall hair?

- Johnny? He's over there.

- I really hope you know
what you're doing here.

- You're gonna hear it...
Right now, okay?

- Ahem.

I'd like a word, please.

- Yeah, okay.

Aw, thanks, Augie.

- Ice water, please.

- We are what we drink.

- I'll get right down to it.

The Duke's visit with you was
uncomfortable and a bit shocking.

- I was there.

- He's instructed me to ask you
to stay through the week

and show you round.

At week's end,
you'll attend the ball.

The ball?

Why?

- Your history's here.

Also, he'd like
to get to know you.

He would have told you himself
but he's not terribly good with...

- Humans?
- Emotions.

But... I assure you
he does have them.

Thank you.

- How about you?
- Mm?

- You want me to stay?

- Oh, I have no opinion
on the matter.

Simply following his wishes.

- I'll pass.

- You can't pass on a personal
request from the Duke.

- What, is he gonna
have me beheaded?

Beheading was
outlawed in the 16th century.

- Is he aware of that?

- Yeah. I assume with the amount
of time you appear to spend

in establishments like this, you
are somewhat proficient at darts?

- Three-time reigning champion
at Steve's Bar. Not to brag.

- A wager, then.

You win, you can leave.

I win, you stay.

- Okay...

But if I win,

you get up in front
of all these people

and you sing the karaoke song
of my choice.

He fixed it!

- You hiring, Augie?
You got a guy.

- You first.

- Okay.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- Woo!

- Not bad at all.

- Okay.

- Oh!
- Very smooth!

I've never seen anything
like it!

- Undefeated champion
of Wymington Tri-Counties.

Jeffers will bring your things
to the castle.

- Well, that was... unexpected.

- Where is everyone?

- In bed. It's past nine.

- Oooh, nine.

Well, I hope
I'm not keeping you up.

- I've had your things moved
to the Blue Room.

- Blue, no.
Blue's not really my colour.

Maybe Blue is my colour.

No gargoyles?
- No, we had them removed.

- Did somebody iron my clothes?

- Be glad you weren't in them
at the time.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Whoo!

Snooping, are we?

- It's called research.

- So? Is he duke material?

- Well, he says all
the wrong things,

he does all the wrong things.

- So, you like him?

- He reminds me of the boys
we knew when we were kids.

- Running round the village?
Oh, having fun.

- Yeah.
- Being a part of things.

I miss the old Pru.

- I kind of miss her, too.

- Tea?

- Yes! Perfect.

Thank you, Annie.

- Come in!

Hey, this old-school record
player thing wasn't working.

- Oh, sir, antique phonograph.

It's just for show.

- Just for show...

and for music.

- I brought today's itinerary.

- Okay. Tour of the grounds,

hedge gardens, royal plaque.

Oh, leisure time, one hour!

Exciting. Supper,
lesser dining room.

- And... wardrobe changes
are noted in red.

Jeffers will bring you a
selection of appropriate attire.

- Okay.

- Right.
- Right.

- I'll have the driver bring
the car around.

- Why don't we do the grounds
tour on those?

- Oh, those are bicycles.

Those are for...
- Fun?

- Well, yes, but fun is, uh...
not on the schedule.

- Hmm. It is today!

- Alright.

It all belongs to the duchy.

17,000 acres, mostly farmland.

We have our own chapel
and cemetery.

- You never have to leave.

- The Duke's father,
your grandfather,

squandered what was left
of the family money.

Left him with
a mountain of debt.

He hasn't been able to turn
things round, I'm afraid.

I have to make a quick stop.

This is one of the estate's
oldest farms.

- Morning.
- Morning, Finchey.

For your new grandson.

- Thank you, Miss Prudence.

- This is Johnny.

- Ah, you must be
the Duke's boy. M'Lord.

- No, no, please.
Just... just Johnny.

- Finchey.

How are you getting on
with the old crust?

Oh, apologies!

- He's been called worse!

- Are those beets?
- You want to buy them?

'Cause no one else is.

- What's wrong with them?
- Naught.

Market's gone soft.

We'll probably just plow them
back under.

Oh, excuse me.

- Any other vegetables in here?
- Hello?

- When's the last time
you used this?

- Could be a decade ago, now.

Used to be an apple orchard
on the grounds.

But we had a blight.

It's been years since the old
crust has been out here.

I'll say one thing about him,
though.

He's a right good landlord.

- Landlord?
- Most of us locals

have been tenants
on the Glasswick land for years.

His Grace doesn't charge
us a penny.

Never has.

- Really?
- Aye.

- During the Great Northern War,

the first Duke defended
the realm here.

The Glasswick ball was held
that very evening,

and every year since.
- Prudence!

I'd hoped that was you.

- Alistair.
- Still lingering, I see.

- The Duke has asked
that he stay on for the ball.

- And leaving after, I assume.

- Yeah, appetizer,
glass of punch and I'm gone.

- Well, then. I suppose we
should be properly introduced.

Alistair Covington-Breed
of Winshere, north of Devon.

- Johnny Payne, South Philly,

east of Pat's Cheesesteak.

- How amusing.

Join me for a bout, won't you?

I'm sure Mr. Philadelphia
here can amuse himself.

- Yes, I'm afraid I can't
leave our guest unattended.

- Yeah, my usual babysitter's
unavailable.

- Well, you and I will have plenty
of time to parry and counter-parry.

Fencing terminology.

Cheerio!

Cheerio!

- Dare I ask?

- He's your second cousin,
twice removed.

Can he be totally removed?

- He's next in line, after you.

Come on, let's go for a walk.

I'll show you the back acreage.

When I found out the Duke
had a son,

I thought, "Someone different!"

Don't bow out.

- What?
- The title.

At least consider it.

- So... I'm the lesser
of two evils.

I would
have worded it differently!

- Well, I appreciate
your support, but...

I got a life back home.

And as you can see,
I don't exactly fit in here.

- Just worried about
what Alistair would do.

- Maybe he's not
as bad as you think.

- He was born with
a silver spoon in his mouth,

never worked a day in his life.

- Says the lovely lady
who lives in a castle.

- I live in the castle

because my parents were
in service there.

Mum worked in the kitchen,
Dad was Head Footman.

Both died in a car crash
when I was eight.

- I'm sorry.
- The Duke took me in.

Sent me to fancy schools,

Oxford for uni. Took care of me.

- Like a dad?

- I suppose so.

First, I just wanted to fit in,

then over time I...

suppose I just became
this other person.

It was easier to have people
look up to me than down on me.

- Why didn't they just look
at you?

- It's not like that here.

- I'm looking at you.

Not up at you. Not down on you.

Just at you.

- The hedgerows were originally
planted by the fourth Duchess.

Our guests for the weekend.

Lord and Lady Quince,

along with Lady Cordelia
and her husband Archibald.

May I present Johnny Payne?

- Nice to meet you all.

- We look forward
to getting to know you.

You say that now!

- I have a brilliant idea.
An afternoon ride.

How about it, cousin?
A little trot on the fields?

- Oh, perhaps another time.

- Ah. Could it be the next Duke
doesn't ride?

Well, it is a rugged sport.

Perhaps something
a little more genteel.

Croquet.
Or a light game of badminton.

- Nah.

Let's do the horse thing.
- "The horse thing!"

Excellent.

Prudence, I trust that
you'll join us as well.

- Of course.

- Well, come along.

- Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

- You know,
you don't have to do this.

- I kind of think I do.

- Alright. Follow me.

- Oh wow.

Hey.

- This is Triscuit.

Beautiful, isn't he?
- Hey, Triscuit, go easy on me, okay?

- Oh, you won't be riding him.

Alistair will be riding
Triscuit.

This is your horse.

Her name is Creampuff.

She's our gentlest,
and quite good with children.

- Creampuff.

Great.

- There he is.

And what is
your little horse's name?

- Rambo.

Sometimes he goes by Creampuff.

Shall we?

Come on, boy.
Come on! Come on.

Here we go, Triscuit.
Let's go boy.

- Not bad.
- Indeed.

You haven't completely
embarrassed yourself.

- Well, I try.

- Well. Let's up the ante

and have ourselves
a little fun, shall we?

Come on, Triscuit! Come on, boy.

Yes, good. Good.

- Thank you.

- Now let's really go for it,
old chap.

Come on. Come on, boy, come on.

Whoa!

- Let's go! Come on!

What are you doing, Triscuit?

Whoa! Whoa! Stop boy!

- Well done, Johnny, old chap.

- Alistair, where are you going?

- I'm walking back,
thank you very much!

- How'd you pull that off?

- Mechanical bull-riding champ.

Steve's Bar & Grill.
Undefeated.

Phew!

I call this my Power Blend.

- Alright.
- Mm-hmm.

- Alright! Moment of truth.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Delish! And I don't even
like beets.

- It helps blood flow,
improves stamina,

and most importantly,
cures hangovers!

- Oh well, you should make
some for the pub, then.

- Hello, you big eejit!
- Hello!

- Try.
- Mmm...

- What's going on in here?

- Introducing them to the
benefits of healthy juicing.

- Hmm.

- There was a gap
in my itinerary.

- Okay, back to work everybody.

Eh!
- Save some for the lady, come on. Come on!

- Ah...

Perhaps later,
first things first.

We need to go over
the details for tonight.

We'll, uh... we'll convene
in the grand room

at quarter past six.

Upon the Duke's arrival,

we'll enter
the lesser dining room.

No one sits till the Duke sits.

Once seated,
no one eats till the Duke eats.

Once the Duke has taken his last
bite, we will also stop eating.

- What if I'm still hungry?

- I don't believe
you'll be wanting anymore.

We're serving jellied eel.

- And people like that?

- Generally... not.

Down the hatch.

Okay.

- That is rather good!

- And... it reduces stress!

Which I think
I'm contributing to.

- Um, yes! Just a bit.

Bottoms up!

- Your clothes
for the evening, sir.

- Well, look at this, huh?

Thank you, Jeffers.

- We don't take tips here, sir.

- Nobody needs to know.

And you do not need
to call me sir.

- I'm afraid I must, sir.

Thank you, sir.

In case it should be
of interest, not that it would,

but Mr. Covington-Breed wears
two-inch lifts in his shoes.

- And here I thought he was
talking down to me.

- I must say,
you don't look terrible.

- And you most definitely
do not look terrible.

- Thank you.

- Am I wrong, or is this your,

your fourth wardrobe
change for today?

- I'm not sure, I've lost count.

- You know, this...
this almost feels like a date.

- Almost.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
as tradition dictates,

our dinner begins
with jellied eel.

- Bon appétit.

- Have one of mine.

It hasn't been on the floor.

- How thoughtful, cousin.

But I got options.

- Anyone read
any good books recently?

- Mother recently published,
didn't you?

- Yes.

"10 things to do
with a napkin ring."

I can think of 11.

- You know, I just read
a fascinating article

about how certain people
use humour

to mask feelings of inferiority.

- Hey, I'm just a guy,
sitting in front of an eel,

wishing it was a donut.

- Well, in the words
of the bard,

I challenge you
to a duel of wits,

but I see you're unarmed.

- In the words of a cabbie
from South Philly,

why don't you go take
a flying...

- Has anybody... I've heard,
it's very good,

the new exhibit at the Tate?

- Remind us, what is it
your people do, again?

- My people?

Well, my mom was a waitress,

and I'm in the automobile
industry.

- He's a mechanic.

And a rather good one,
so I've heard.

- How refreshing
to have a trade.

Can't you see my glass is empty?

To the duchy.

Your Grace,

it is my honour to follow in
your capable footsteps.

- Since you're being
so honourable,

you can get in line behind me.

I've had a change of heart.

I'm in.

- Well, then.

To my son and heir.

The next Duke of Glasswick!

The next Duke of Glasswick!

- Your Grace,
how can you allow this?

He'll shame the dukedom.

Alistair's been groomed
for this.

- As you know,
the succession is by bloodline.

- Certainly,
you can discourage him.

- Seems he has
a mind of his own.

- Your Grace, rest assured
we will support the future Duke

in any way we can.

Come along, Mother.

- Don't tell me
you're capitulating.

- Quite the opposite.

I assure you that philistine
from Philly

will be back under a car
before the week is up.

C'mon, pick up.

It's Dottie. Leave
a message.

- Ma. You know how you always
say when I put my mind to it,

I can achieve anything?

Well, I think I might have
taken it a step too far.

Call me!

- To one of our own!

- The future Duke of Glasswick!

Put 'er there, pal.

- Thank you! Thanks, Hugh.

Ha ha! Thanks. Hey! Thank you.

Thank you. Thanks, Augie.

- Nice one, sir.

Ice water?

- A pint, please?

Cheers.

To the future!

- To the future.

What did I do?

- I'm not quite sure.

- It's not just a commitment.

It's a lifetime commitment.

You know, it's your fault.
- What?

- Yeah. Why'd you have
to walk into that bar?

- Same reason I walked
into this one,

it's where you always are.

That's true.

- Of course, I have
to polish you up for the ball.

How attached
are you to your name?

- What?

- Johnny.
It's a bit informal.

Lord John may be better.
Or Lord Jonathan.

- Or Johnny.

After Johnny Cash.

His song was playing on the radio when my
mom was taking me home from the hospital.

- That is rather sweet.

Look.

I don't expect you to change
overnight.

It's...

you just need to pretend.

Walk like a duke,
talk like a duke,

and people will see a duke.

- Kind of like what you do.

- This isn't about me.

Johnny!

Get yourself over here,
this one's for you. Come on.

- Coming, coming!

Give it a go, Annie, come on!

Well?

- Great city!

- Well done, very nice!

- Alright Hugh, keep it going.
- Alright!

Okay.

- Very nice, very nice!

Let's hear it for Johnny,
everyone!

- Let's hear it for Hugh,
everyone! The duke!

- Couldn't sleep?

- I've got a couple
of things on my mind.

- I can imagine.

Do you know what you're doing?

- Yeah. Yeah, I know my way
around an engine.

- I meant
what you agreed to tonight.

- That...

I have absolutely no idea.

- I didn't either
when I took the title.

- I thought you were born to it.

- I was... quite
a different man back then.

Ancient history, I suppose.

Do you think you can get her
running again?

- I haven't met a car
I couldn't.

- Oh.

- Can you pass me
the socket wrench?

Long handle, round head.

I'm guessing you haven't worked
on many cars.

- That would have meant
getting my hands dirty.

- Can you put your finger
right there?

- Mm...

- Yeah. I'm going to need
the needle-nose pliers.

Needle-nose pliers.

- That's close enough.

- Relax.
- Okay.

- But then, this arm up.

Up, okay. Okay.
- Okay, alright. Up. Up!

- Okay. Good?
- I think so.

- Okay. You'll be good.

Ready?
- Yes, yes. I'm ready.

- Okay.

I hear the Duke had engine
grease on his shoes this morning.

- We nicked an oil line.
- Oh...

You'll be meeting
the 7th Count of Cavendish,

the 4th Count of Dorset,

and the 14th Count
of Ross-Shire.

I've lost count.

- These are people
you'll be expected to know.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You okay?

Like that,

except the exact opposite.

- Can we take a break?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

- So? Hugh told me
he's been invited to the ball!

Oooh!

Thank you, Pru!

You don't know how much
this means to us.

- Okay. Okay, I might
have invited Hugh.

What harm could it be, right?
- Thank you!

Bye!

- I might've also
invited Finchey.

And his wife.
- Ah! Gee.

- They're lending us
the beet press and all.

And Finchey says there's tons of
wasted beets produced each year,

apples on the south orchard.

Who knows, if this thing
takes off,

the farmlands could make
some real money.

- I must say,
I'm rather surprised.

- Do you...
not like this idea?

- No, I...
I think it's wonderful.

- Good.

- You should probably
tell me these things,

if I'm to be your advisor
one day.

- Are you?

- It does seem
an impossible job.

But I do like a challenge.

Speaking of...

Ahem.

One, two, three.
Up, up, up.

- We... we were...
- That chair, that's...

- Yup, that's, uh... that's
the problem chair right here,

I just have to be aware of
that, it's too close...

- Too close, I think
we were too close.

- Hey, Ma.
- Tell me everything!

- I think he's a little
different than what we thought.

- So, the Billy
I knew is in there.

- He is.
- Aww.

Aw...

Look at that.
She has a kind face.

- I thought we were talking
about Billy.

- We're talking
about relationships, yours.

I can see by the photos,
you like her.

- Mom.

- Just don't do
what you always do.

Give her a chance?

- Pass the socket wrench?

Can I ask you something?

- Of course.

- We never really...
talked about her.

- Yes.

I'm aware.

- Did you ever really love her?

- More than anything.

I can still picture the first
time I saw her...

singing.

She was wearing
a long red dress,

flower in her hair.

I sat in that bar for a week,

just plucking up the courage
to talk to her.

Happiest days of my life.

But my family couldn't accept
my marrying a... commoner.

So I came back here,

out of duty,

and let them make me into this.

And then, all thoughts of your
mother were just a dream.

- You abandoned her.

- That was weak.

- You abandoned me.
- Huh?

- No, no, no.
I never knew about you.

- She wrote you letters.

You never answered.

- I never got them.

And I assume
she'd never got mine.

No doubt my father saw to that.

Well, that's that, I suppose.

- That's that? Aren't you angry?

Don't you feel anything?

- Did you have a good childhood?

- I had everything.

- Except a father.

I'm sorry, Johnny.

I missed out on so much.

- We both did.

Okay.

Get on in.

Alright.
Okay. Start 'er up.

Pump the gas a little.

- And may I introduce
Alistair Covington-Breed,

Duke of Glasswick.

- Your Grace!

You forgot your cane.

- I don't think I shall be
needing that anymore, Jeffers.

- Delighted to hear it, sir.

- Did you go riding
with your dad like this?

- Oh. Most of my childhood
was spent in boarding schools.

Only saw my father
on high holidays.

It's nice having you here.

- You mean, it's nice
having a mechanic around.

- No.

I meant,
it's nice having you around.

- You know, I've been working on
a little something.

I can't wait for you to see it.

- Jeffery, you spin it.

Come on, put some muscle
into it, you!

- What's going on, everyone?

- Johnny!

- You see?
- Why, quite impressive!

- We got a whole juice
operation.

- Your Grace!

- Don't you mean the old crust?

- You, uh... you knew?

- Of course!
And I don't disagree.

Finchey.

- Sir.

- As you know,

tonight is the 312th
Royal Glasswick Ball.

And, as such, I'd like
to extend an invitation

to all of you.
Your, friends,

family, neighbours.
Spread the word!

- Well...

to the old crust!

The old crust!

- Your Grace!

You're not answering your phone.

Alistair is requesting
a meeting.

- I'm a bit busy here.

He says it's urgent.

- Have you got a name
for this enterprise yet?

- Um, we've been kicking around
a few.

Prudence.

- Mmm?

- You got any ideas?

- Oh. Maybe.

What about...

Common Ground Juice?

- I don't think
we can beat that.

- Well, what do you say?
Common Ground Juice?

Common Ground!

- What's this urgent
matter about, then?

- Alistair has uncovered
some important information.

- Apparently, in her zeal
to anoint Mr. Payne,

your trusted advisor failed
to notice something.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, it seems your heir
was born

after your marriage
to his mother was annulled.

Thus, his claim to the title
is illegitimate.

You can hang around The
Pickled Pickle if you choose.

But there's no future for you
in this castle.

- Touché.

It's a fencing term.

Well, at least we got
the car running.

Heh.

- Johnny!

- I should never have let myself
get swept up in this.

Castles, titles, jellied eels.

I came here to meet my father
and I did,

and I guess that's all
there was meant to be.

- Things have changed now.

- People don't change, Prudence.

I don't belong here.

- That's not true.

You can't just leave.

What about us?

Oh...

She was right all along.

- She?

- The girl at the bar.

Said you'd find a way
to end things,

and fix a car on the way out.

- I'm sorry.

- Me too.

- You heard already.
- Need you ask?

I am sorry, mate.

I still say you would've made
a right brilliant duke.

- Yeah, well, you spend
too much time in a pub!

That is true.

- Chin up, eh?
- Yeah, you'll be alright.

- Jeffers?

- I packed up your things.

May I say it's going to be very
dull at the castle without you.

First round's on me.

- No, Jeffers,
it's not necessary.

- Actually it's on you,
I'm using your tip.

- I can see why you'd want
to leave this pack of eejits.

But what about Prudence?

- Pretty sure that wasn't
going anywhere anyway.

- Ey. That's rubbish!

- I quite agree.

- Don't you have a ball
to get ready for?

- We're not going.

Who wants to be around a bunch
of stiffs, anyway?

- Hey...

Friends.

- Friends.
- Friends.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

This was meant to turn out
differently.

- It almost did.

- I suppose different
wasn't meant to be.

Well, back to the way
things have always been done.

- So is that
what you're going to do, too?

- It's who I am, isn't it?

Well. Aren't you supposed to be
getting ready for the ball?

- I'm not going.

None of us are.

Not without Johnny.

- That's not right.

Uh...

- What is it?

- I... I... I, uh...

I need to see the Duke.

- You ever change your tie,
Jeffers?

Only on Sunday.

- You agreed to stay
through the ball.

A bet's a bet.

- Can I owe you one?

- No. You need to finish
what you started here,

and you started a lot.

You invited the village
inside those walls

for the first time in 312 years.

You need to be there with them.

Besides, if you don't go,
who am I supposed to dance with?

- Prudence.

- You think people can't change.

Well, I disagree.

Lord Tisbury.

How do you do?
Lovely to see you.

Lord Cavendish, looking well.

La...

Dottie!

- Billy!

- I haven't been called that
for years!

- What do they call you?

The old crust!

- You're looking lovelier
than the day we met.

Oh!

- Alistair, Elena,
this is Dorothy Payne.

Dottie, these are

two of the biggest snobs
you'll ever meet.

Come along,
I'll introduce you to some more.

- Ugh, what now?

Heavens above.

- Let them have their fun.

This will all end soon enough.

- Well, I never thought
I'd see this.

- Me neither.

Ma?

- Doll face!

Ahh! Oh, my!

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, look at you!

- Look at you!

- Well, Billy got me
a ticket out, first class!

- So sorry, this is...
- Well, it's Prudence?

I feel like I know you already.

- Oh Mrs. Payne,
it is so lovely to meet you.

- Please honey, call me Dottie.

- Dottie. Dottie,
lovely to meet you.

- If I can have everyone's
attention.

As I'm sure you know,

I'm not exactly known
for expressing emotions.

But I'm going to give it a go.

This past week has brought new
life to these old bones.

Maybe it's the beet root juice.

Or driving a car I once loved.

Or communing with the good
people of Glasswick again.

It seems to me I have
been given a second chance...

to get to know my son.

Who has reminded me
of the man I once was,

when anything seemed possible.

Originally I was going
to use this occasion

to discuss my declining health.

But now I say, shut the doors
of the graveyard!

Because I have much yet
to accomplish.

This time, with the people
of Glasswick alongside me.

Hey!

- And when my time is through,

I hope that Johnny
will be ready to succeed me.

Because I think he will make
an uncommonly good duke.

- Your Grace is
obviously confused.

- Actually, I've never been
more clear.

- What are you talking about?

- Many years ago,

I married the love of my life.

But I didn't stand up for her.

For us.

Which I regret to this day.

When I received the papers
annulling our marriage,

I was heartbroken.

Too heartbroken to sign them.

- Your signature is on them.

- Well, I'll let my advisor
speak to that.

Prudence?

- The Duke is left-handed.

His signature leaves an ink
smudge as his hand crosses the page.

The signature on the annulment
is forged.

Most likely
by the Duke's father.

Rendering it invalid.

In fact, it is quite possible

that His Grace and
Dottie Payne are still married.

- Duke William!

Long live the Duke!

No, no, no!
No, no!

This won't stand.

- Feel free to authenticate it
with my solicitor.

She's waiting for you
by the door.

On your way out.

- Darling.

- Don't touch me, Mother!

- Darling!

- Well, that's that.

- Not quite.

When's the last time
you hugged someone?

1989!

- Speech, Johnny. Speech!

- Speech.

- Speech, um...

Your Grace.

Dad.

You've got a lot of living
to do.

And I...

have a few things to live down.

And more than a lot to learn.

But I got some promises
to keep. That's right.

The boys and I, we're gonna
start a juice company.

That's right!

- And we're gonna make that
farmland self-supporting again

and make the dutchie profitable.

But before any of that,

I just want to dance with the
prettiest girl in the kingdom.

Lifetime commitment, huh?

- Nervous?

- Actually...

I can't wait.

- Hi!

- Oh, hey, Dad.
Is it tea time already?

Turns out I love tea time.

- Triscuit seems to like you.

- That is because he's been
bribing him with beets.

- I don't think so.

- Didn't you say that horses are
excellent judges of character?

- Perhaps...

- This beauty's going to be
leaving us soon.

- That is Triscuit's son,
Biscuit.

- And where is Biscuit going?

- Your cousin Henry is in love
with an American girl.

He's going to give her Biscuit
as a present.

- Wait a second,
I got another cousin?

Is he nicer than the other one?

- My dear boy,
you have many cousins!

Actually,
you have one called Desmond,

who's about to marry a girl
over a castle.

- Is that anywhere near here?

- Have you heard
of the Kingdom of Androvia?

- Of course I have. Who hasn't?

- Come on.

Let's go to the library

and I'll educate you on our
rather complicated family tree.

- Guess I'm a new leaf
on an old branch.

- Well, I'll be getting
the leaf blower.