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Some things have changed.

Some things have stayed the same.

Life and death are not so far apart.

Oh, I'm walking through the walls and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Life and death are not so far apart.

I can't believe they're making a school dance compulsory. It's cruel.

I'm sure you will enjoy it once you're there, David.

Oh, no, I won't, because I'm not going.

The universe will provide me with the perfect excuse, you'll see.

So are any of the other boys waiting for the universe to get them out of

attending? Well, if you mean David, I don't know, but I do know he doesn't

a date yet.

Quietly!

Pay attention, class.

I'm about to unveil the latest addition to the school's impressive collection.

Voila!

What's the matter?

Looks like you've just seen a ghost.

You know this guy. The guy in the armour.

We were going to be married.

You were engaged.

Quiet, you two.

This treasure was recently gifted to the school by the previous owner of

Ainsbury.

Its history was a matter of some contention.

But being an expert in art history, I have ascertained it was painted

between 1848 and 1853.

Actually, it was painted in 1860.

Is that right?

Yes, on March 1st, as a matter of fact.

And how could you possibly know that? Well, as it happens, I knew the

who painted it.

I mean, I knew the painter. Great.

Great, great, great, great, great grandson.

He, um, told me all about this piece.

I see.

Well, then, since you're familiar with the painting's history, perhaps you'd

like to take the glass.

If it pleases you, Miss St. Clair.

The artist is Christopher Broadbent. He always sent his portraits for the CB

right here.

It was painted on the day of the Ainsbury costume ball and given to my

Sir Charles Ainsworth, as a gift, a way of commemorating the ball. That's why

they're all dressed up like Henry V and Paul Star.

This painting also tells the tragic tale of doomed love.

The knight on bended knee is Heathcliff Churchill.

He was handsome, wealthy and titled. I'm sure he was.

No, it's true. That's his uncle Richard who commissioned the painting.

And that's our school, Ainsbury Hall, as it was.

Heathcliff was wildly in love with the first daughter of the half.

But, of course, he wasn't the only one. She was a renowned local beauty.

Also famous for her modesty?

Still.

Had fate not intervened, they would surely have been betrothed.

So what happened?

Well, she...

She died.

My goodness.

Heathcliff, Henry V, Falstaff, and a touch of Romeo and Juliet.

That's quite an imagination, Rebecca.

Well, everything I have recounted is true.

It was a heartbreaking tragedy.

Rebecca, don't touch.

Why do I ever trust students with art?

It seems to have survived this time. Let's get back to the classroom before

do any more damage.

Uncle Richard!

Uncle Richard!

It's a miracle!

For 150 years I've waited for a sign and finally I've received one!

Miss Rebecca touched me!

That means she truly loves me as I love her.

Don't be too hasty, lad.

Oh, love knows no bounds, uncle.

I shall win Miss Roberta's heart, and our fate shall be sealed with true

kiss.

Love has painted your judgment, my boy.

You know our limitations.

You're right.

I must find a suitable replacement.

So, about the doll.

Do you think David might ask me?

Why don't you just put yourself out of your misery and ask him?

Because I am a lady.

Things were so much easier in the old days.

In the old days, you'd be married off to some toffee -nosed inbred you hardly

knew. This kid was not inbred.

He danced an exquisite quadrille and wrote the most beautiful poetry.

Yeah, I get it. He was a real old -fashioned gentleman.

Catch you later. Got to make a call.

There's something to be said for old -fashioned gentlemen.

know you want to go to the dance with David, correct?

Well, yeah. And we both know the clock is ticking, correct?

Well, yeah. And we both know Anesta will give up this stupid boys' night idea if

David gets a date of his own.

No, actually, I didn't know that.

Well, you do now. And I want to go with Anesta, which means you need me to

convince David to go.

Exactly.

I'm sorry, Christine, I couldn't possibly.

It's a gentleman's job.

Well, David's no gentleman, so let's just work with what we've got.

Don't even know if he likes me. I mean, I know he likes me, but would he compose

a poem for me?

Get down on one knee for me, sling a dragon for me.

Well, he hung out with you after the game last week.

With a dozen other people. Well, if that isn't love.

I don't know what is.

What? Why write a painting?

This can't be happening. I didn't even like this painting.

Calm yourself.

Admire the blue skies.

appreciate the magnificent vista.

Look, Mr. Folstar. Richard. You may call me Richard.

Fine. Richard, you've got to get me out of here.

I'm afraid only Heathcliff can do that.

You don't understand. I really need to go.

My friend, I strongly suggest you hold it.

But I'm bursting.

Oh, sorry!

Hey!

out my head into the toilets and the next, some ghost wearing a frilly shirt

grabs me. Now, he's out there and I'm stuck in here. Jonathan!

A frilly shirt?

You must mean Heathcliff. And he is out here.

You must warn Rebecca.

Sophie! Hazel!

Quiet. Someone approaches.

Although very popular in his day, very few broad ones remain.

Each one is distinguished by his initials, three Bs.

For once, little Miss Smarty Pants Troublemaker was telling the truth.

Look, it's simple. All you have to do is ask him as if you know the answer's

already yes.

I could never do something like that. Yes, you could. And here comes the

I'm begging you, Kristen, do not bring up the dance.

Please, Rebecca, give me some credit. I can be very subtle.

So, David, Rebecca has something she wants to ask you.

Right, Rebecca?

Wondering if, I mean, if you wanted to, if you're not already... Rebecca, we

need to talk to you.

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Miss Rebecca!

I found you! It's love!

What is that?

150 years?

You waited inside a painting for 150 years?

For me?

That costume ball was the happiest day of my life.

Love is so stupid.

So romantic.

Heathcliff, you have to get back inside that painting so Jonathan can get out.

What is this about Jonathan?

In good time.

Now is the good time. You jeopardised our secret at lunch. If Hazel hadn't

passed you off as an actor, everyone would know.

My lady is angry, but you cannot know the torment caused by your passing.

A year later, when I died on the battlefield, I made a solemn vow to live

inside the memory of that day and find you again.

Well, here I am.

This token of your love has kept my love alive.

When you gave it to me, I knew your heart beat as true as mine.

You gave him your handkerchief.

Actually, I distinctly remember... But fear not.

My intentions are honourable. I shall court you in style, and if fates

be with us, win your hand in marriage by midnight.

This is so not cool. You can't just kidnap some of them and dump them inside

painting.

I'm afraid Heathcliff is driven by a love beyond description.

Yeah, well, I'm driven by a bladder that's full to bursting.

Where's the toilet?

The what?

You know, the toilet. I have to take a leak. Use the loo, capisce?

Oh, you mean your shrubbery.

Why did you say so? Over there, old chap.

Just ask him if you know he'll say yes. I can't. You want to stay on my good

side, right?

Well, yeah.

Heads up.

Nice catch.

Thanks. Um, David, I was wondering about the dance. You're not ready, are you?

Do you want to go together?

Yes, actually.

That's great. It sounds fun.

Thanks for asking me.

He said yes.

I mean, he actually said yes.

Come on, boys.

Now, here's the thing. As David's date, you're part of an elite, so we'll need

to make sure you meet payless standards.

I am sure I could benefit from your tuition.

Let's start with your outfit, for tonight.

I have a very fine eye for 19th century painting, Mr Griffith, and I have

identified this piece as the work of Christopher Broadwood. See?

He always signs his name with a C -B.

It says so right here.

Well, well, that's extraordinary.

As it happens, the curator of the Louvre Museum in London is here in Australia

sourcing works at the moment.

If he agrees to show this painting, it would be very good for Ainsbury.

It would, wouldn't it?

Well, make a call. See what you can do.

London, you've got to be kidding me.

Sophie, help me.

You have to find a way to get me out of here.

from London.

Oh, that would be marvellous. I haven't been there for centuries.

Don't worry, Jonathan. We'll find a way to get you out. Maybe Agatha will have

some ideas. I've got to go to the toilet. I'm busting.

He came out of a painting?

That is not supposed to happen.

This guy Heathcliff must have some major unfinished business.

He must slaughter his enemies.

Then his soul will be free.

Perhaps it is a matter of the heart.

Fair enough. For real.

Some crazy cheeks bug in that cat.

He said he made a vow.

To seek Rebecca's hand.

Bingo. So first, run us through the Ghost Council's rules on unrequited

In a case such as this, the unhappy lover is granted one day to seek a kiss.

If he succeeds, his quest is over.

So if they kiss, he'll finally go away.

He'll have nothing tying him to this world, and then he can move on to the

death.

That looks great.

On me.

And it even looks okay on you.

Check this out. She actually looks like one of us.

Lady Rebecca.

There's some guy calling for you, Rebecca.

Lady Rebecca, do you not see my love go down the garden there?

Your actor friend.

Rivaling her glittering sunshine, the glory of her raven hair.

Oh, I like the shirt.

Such beauty.

To touch her, I would not dare. What is he doing?

He is reciting poetry.

He wrote that poem for me, you know.

Yeah, well, we've all got our problems.

Could you please excuse us for a moment? I need to speak with him alone.

Rivaling the freaking black bush. I can hear the alleys ringing.

Though she may never look on me.

Though I may never woo her.

I shall love her until I die.

Heathcliff, you have to stop this. My love deserves to be courted in style.

Give me one chance, Rebecca.

It's all I ask.

Come to the dance with me.

I am sorry, Heathcliff. I'm already going with David.

David?

Who is David?

I have pledged my heart. It is unsuitable for you to dally with

cannot allow it. Well, it is not up to you.

I can...

Dally with whomever I wish.

I do not belong in your world anymore, Heathcliff, and you certainly do not fit

into mine.

En garde.

Who are you, and what's with the gaining?

Well, I had hopes for a sword, but this courtship was all I could find. Now, en

garde!

Huh? Well, you take French, don't you? En garde. I challenge you to a duel.

A duel?

Is this some kind of joke?

You are the most unchivalrous, uncouth, excuserable man I have ever seen.

And you have offended me, sir. Now, on guard!

Just one kiss, Rebecca.

It is the only way to free Jonathan and Heathcliff. What about me?

I believe it's called taking one for the team.

Well, can I not wait until after my date with David?

Tonight, I am A -list. I cannot kiss a guy in a frilly shirt. It would be

death.

You liked him once. You gave him your handkerchief. I did not give it to him.

It fell off the balcony and he picked it up.

How was I supposed to know he would keep it for 150 years?

Was she just... stayed in the painting.

So do I.

Oh, you can't say that.

What would have happened if Heathcliff hadn't fallen in love?

Hazel, trust me. You don't have any control over who you fall in love with.

One day you'll understand.

I doubt it. Love is pathetic.

Can we discuss the matter of love another time?

The old bat's going to send a painting to England with me inside.

You've got to get me out of here.

Don't worry, we'll find Heathcliff. Just stay there.

I thought if I just waited long enough, one day I'd find her and we'd be

together for eternity.

Sounds pretty serious.

Turn it is a long time.

You have no idea.

Well, next time, just ask her to the dance first.

It's a lot simpler.

I don't think there will be a next time.

I'm a man of honor, but I'm no fool.

You have won.

I would slay a dragon for her, but you are A -list and I'm just a chap in a

frilly shirt.

In the knowledge that you love Rebecca as I do, I accept defeat.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who said anything about love?

I recognized Broadman's signature the moment I saw it.

After all, it's not often we come across it. What are you girls doing here?

Come with me, please, Mom. We wish to admire the school's new painting.

Ah, it's good to see the students taking an interest in art.

Is this some sort of joke?

I'm sorry?

This painting is between 10 and 15 years old.

But that's impossible.

Well, I'm afraid not.

The mobile phone is a bit of a giveaway, don't you think?

Perhaps we should do our homework a little more thoroughly next time around.

David, Heathcliff is not my boyfriend.

I know that's technically true, but he's really into you. I know he's a bit...

What?

Ridiculously dedicated. He's annoyingly cavalier and unbearably romantic.

I think you should just give him a chance.

All right? And let him be your date.

She's all yours.

You, sir, are a true gentleman.

Hey, lay off the insults.

Now, about that shirt.

It is not fair.

He has ruined my future with David.

I wish I were dead.

You are dead.

You know what I mean.

This is a disaster.

No, it's not.

If he's different to be your date, you can kiss him at the dance.

Kiss him? I wish to never see him again.

Rebecca, you must.

You're the only one who can save Jonathan.

Oh, Jonathan.

I nearly forgot about him.

All right.

To free Jonathan, one kiss.

And then I can get on with my life.

One, two, three.

First I had two dates,

and now I have none.

Where is he?

So what's going on?

Why are you dancing with David?

That was a change of plans, and, well...

Heathcliff!

Who is that?

May I have this doll?

You'll be out soon, Jonathan.

As soon as Rebecca kisses Heathcliff. What?

Yes, then it'll all be over.

Heathcliff will move on to the after death. And I'll get out of here?

Of what?

If Heathcliff moves on to the after death, the two worlds will be sealed

forever.

What does that mean? It means that you will be forever sealed in this painting.

If they kiss, Jonathan will be trapped.

No, but Agatha said. I think Agatha must have muddled up the rules again. Well,

you've got to stop from kissing. Go, go, go.

You didn't have to go through all that trouble for me, though.

But you're glad I did?

Yeah, I'm glad you did.

I had no idea how handsome you'd look without you there.

I'm pretty sure.

Perhaps things could work out between us.

We do have some things in common.

Such as?

Well, you recite poetry and I love listening to it.

It's a perfect combination.

Is this true?

You were going to let Jonathan take your place forever?

No.

Our love can never thrive at the expense of another.

Isn't there some other way?

No.

Honor demands it from both of us.

It was easier when I didn't like you.

Thank you, young man.

Why is my armor so wet?

Good to have you back, my boy.

I believe this belongs to you.

Thank you.

You okay?

Are you okay?

A bit stiff and sore.

Like I've been stuck in a painting for 150 years.

I'm sorry, Jonathan. I did not mean to get you involved in all this.

It's not so messy.

Besides, that's what friends are for.

You want a boogie?

Well, have you done?

Telling you love is seriously stupid.

Maybe Heathcliff is right.

Maybe you can still find a boy who will play a dragon.

Thank you. Thank you.