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We're in riding country, Ginny.

Maybe you should get a horse.

Because that will make
everything better?

Remind me this was
a good decision.

Buying an English
stately home sight unseen,

dragging our kids
to the other side of the world

under heavy protest?

Yeah, it was the right decision.

Eyes up.
This is the village.

- Alrighty.
- Let's go.

- Frank: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
- Virginia: Dad!

No signal! The signal's down!

I was in the middle
of a conversation there!

There isn't even a 3G back up!
What is this place?

Actually, we're
in a signal blackspot.

There's no cell or Wi-Fi
connection

anywhere within the estate
boundary.

- Oh, funny.
- Lucy: He's not joking, sweetie.

Hiram: Think of it as a
technological Bermuda triangle.

Theo: Mom?
Frank: Mom?

Whoa. Look at this place.

Alrighty, let's run.

Mom, tell him.

I'm fully supportive
of your father's decision.

This family needs time out.

And no YouTube tutorials.

It was only a micro rocket.
And it was an accident.

You burned down
the school gymnasium, Theodore.

I knew this would all be
our fault.

No.

But now
that you mention it, Franklin,

setting fire
to the only school in the state

you hadn't been expelled from

may have been
a contributing factor.

As for Virginia, if her life
is now meaningless,

it might as well be
meaningless here as anywhere.

- Hiram.
- We may as well start

by telling it as it is, Lucy.

Well, I hope you brought a map.

Hello?

Aah!

- Where are you going?
- To my room.

Honey, there are 150 rooms
in the house.

Then I guess I'll find one.

Could we at least get
a grid reference?

It's been a long day,
and everyone is jet lagged.

We'll have a family council
tomorrow.

Like the family council
you had without us

before deciding to come here?

Seriously, could this get
any worse?

Oh!

Do you think we need to get
pest control in?

Let's get the bags.

Ah, there you are.

So, Cesspitt.

Huh.
The Gargoyle missed its cue.

Th-the rain was a nice touch.

Merely a prelude by way
of welcome.

From henceforth, we will no
longer play to an empty house.

You -- you -- you -- you --
you terrify the mice.

Pea brained vermin,
unworthy of mine effort.

And as for spiders,
let me not start.

A species singularly devoid of
an attention span.

So, what of the incomers?

Their speech is strangled.

- Simon: Hmm.
- I think they're

from the Americas.

Colonials. Ha!

Hardly a history
to amass a ghost of any stature.

We shall tailor mine performance
to the audience.

Study them.

Discover their darkest fears
that haunt their dreams,

so that I shall become
their living nightmare.

Lucy, remind me in the morning
to get the plumbing checked.

See this, Lucy.

So Simeon Otis was born just
on the other side of that wood.

It's barely changed
in centuries.

Even the gypsy wagons are
still there.

His parents,
brothers and sisters

are all probably buried
somewhere near here.

Sweetie, I just know
you're gonna find them.

We said peace and quiet.
You don't get quieter than this.

Hiram?

Where are the birds?

The completion documents for the
sale of the Chase, Lady Deborah.

Thank you, Mrs. Watkins.

I suppose it will
just about cover the mortgage.

Watkins: It was the only offer
in 25 years.

Now for neighbours,

we have Yanks
with more money than sense.

Hiram Otis would be hard pushed
to have more sense than money.

He's currently ranked
eighth in the Forbes rich list.

How very vulgar.

I assume the occupancy
clause is watertight?

You know how litigious
these Americans are.

Oh, yes. Lord St John was
quite punctilious

and insisted on
him being included twice.

Once under the
sitting tenant clause

and also under fixtures
and fittings.

I don't expect them
to last long,

but we shall see for ourselves.

"Lady Deborah de Canterville
at Home. Dinner 7:30."

I'm guessing an "at Home"
is English for a potluck?

Well, at least the neighbours
are friendly.

I hereby declare
this family council in session.

Now, we know you weren't sure
about coming here.

Huh, we were
sure. We didn't want to.

Yes, but it isn't just
about you.

Your father's an inventor,

and boardroom life
was destroying him.

Ah, maybe if I'd spent
less time in a boardroom

and more with my family...

Maybe if I'd spent
less time at work as well...

We just wanted to be
a normal family.

Not get dragged
to a Wi-Fi blackspot

in the middle of nowhere.

Exactly.

So instead of us being glued
to devices,

we can spend time actually
communicating with one another.

So let's call this day one of a
new chapter for the Otis family.

What do you say?

I have to unpack.

What are we going to do?

What boys used to do
before the Internet.

There's 5,000 acres of England
out there.

Explore the woods,
make a den, climb trees.

Under no circumstances
are you climbing any trees.

Under no circumstances
are you climbing any trees.

Need any help?

Thanks, I'm pretty much
finished.

Um, aren't you going
to unpack that?

I don't recall packing it.

You still could have a great
legal career ahead of you.

Don't let one mistake destroy
your life.

A mistake that destroyed a life.

Kayla's life was destroyed
by the system.

And you know, Ginny,
you could have summer interned

at some fancy law firm.

But instead you wanted
to help people

who needed it most
in an over-stretched system,

and when resources
are stretched, mistakes happen.

It's moving on
from those mistakes

is all part of growing up.

"Failure is only
the opportunity to begin again

more intelligently."

I know, Mom.

I was going to say
if it was a horse,

you'd have got straight back
in the saddle.

I know you and Dad
are disappointed with me.

We're not disappointed in you.

We love you,
and we want you to be happy.

I know you want to help, but you
can't therapise this one away.

Don't forget the Canterville's
potluck.

Find something nice to wear.

Theo: This way.

Hi!
Oh, you must be Mrs. Umney.

- Umney: Yes, Madam.
- Please call me Lucy.

And, and can I call you?

- Mrs. Umney, Madam.
- Oh, good to meet you.

We feel very fortunate
you came with the house.

There's been Umneys
at the Chase as long

as there's been Cantervilles.

Well, perhaps you'd like
to give us the guided tour.

But before that,
would you like a cup of tea?

This is my kitchen.

Okay.

Get off him. Leave us alone.
Charity, give him back.

Don't hurt him.

- Or what?
- You'll regret it.

We'll regret it, will we?

What you gonna do?
Two against four.

Make that four against four.

I'm Theo Otis,
and this is my brother Frank.

- Oh, gee! It's the Olsen twins!
- Give him back.

No!

- I'm brown belt in Aikido.
- Get the little nerd.

Ah!

Leg it! Leg it, boys!

Thanks. I'm Patience.

This is my sister Charity.

- What's Eye Keedo?
- Aikido.

A form of defensive
Japanese martial art.

What do you call the stuff
with the stick?

Fighting.

We need to go home.

"When a golden girl can
win prayer from the lips of sin,

two houses shall reunite
and the barren almond bear.

Then shall the house be still.

And peace come to Canterville."

And in here is the tapestry
room, built during the age

of Queen Elizabeth I.

Hi, sweetie.

Could you tell me
what this means, Mrs. Umney?

It's beautiful.

We call it the Canterville poem.

It's been there for centuries.

But no one knows what
it refers to.

Shall we?

You're certainly well informed.

Oh!

There's been Umneys
at the Chase as long

as there's been Cantervilles.

Wouldn't that be longer,
as the Cantervilles have left?

Not all.

Oh.
You mean it's haunted?

Well, that'll cheer up the boys.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh Mrs. Umney,

Do you know what this is?

The cleaners
couldn't get it out,

and a rug would wreak havoc
with the feng shui.

- It won't come out.
- Oh.

Well, stain removal's
Hiram's specialty.

He's the Inventor of the, um...

the Otis Max.

It's a vacuum cleaner.

I'd be happy to provide you
with one.

I'm very happy
with my Constellation.

Thank you very much.

Though she won't remove that.

Blood has been spilt
on this spot.

Oh, oxidised haemoglobin.

In 1575, when
Sir Simon de Canterville

slayed his wife.

I'm a man of science,
Mrs. Umney.

I don't believe in
psychic phenomena.

- Ah.
- Why are we eating in here?

Well, it turns out Mrs. Umney
has ancient territorial rights

over the kitchen.

"Ah, there be Umneys here

as long as there be
Cantervilles."

After 800 years, let's hope
they know how to cook.

News flash.

This house comes
with a resident ghost.

- Yeah, right.
- What is it?

He is Sir Simon de Canterville,

who murdered his wife
in the Great Hall in 1575.

You think we'll see him?

Oh, there's an argument
to support the theory

that supernatural sightings are
the result

of electromagnetic fields.

What if they are real?

Theo: The body of evidence and
the number of people who've seen

them suggests an above
average level of coincidence.

More likely they're conjured
by the brain

as a subconscious method
of coping with grief.

Can you pass the potatoes?

Hiram: I'm afraid you guys
aren't going to be

able to convince us on this one.

You know, I was thinking, Hiram,

we should call in
on our neighbours

at the gypsy camp tomorrow
and introduce ourselves.

Dumb Daniel,
the skeleton,

always an applause winner.

Or Martin the Maniac,
the mask-ed mystery.

Ah, Cesspitt,
what dost thou think?

Would Gaunt Gideon
the bloodsucker of Bexley Moor

bringeth down the house?

I wouldn't wager on it.

Simon: Oh.

They don't believe in Ghosts.

Well, surely they are apprais-ed
of my reputation?

They are apprais-ed.

Hm, they believe you to be
an "ilectro magnetic field."

What?! They would liken me
to mud and grass?

This affront will
not go unpunish-ed.

Tell me, Cesspitt, what
nightmare haunts their dreams?

Cesspitt: Harm befalling
their offspring.

- Hmm.
- They treat them like maidens.

Forbidden sword play,
wrestling, and riding to hound.

Then the mollycoddles will be
first, and the role decided.

Hmm, Reckless Rupert.

Always goeth down well with
the children in the audience.

Ahh, it has been a long time,
my friend.

What say thee to a reprisal
of the headless Earl?

There.

Patience.

- Hiram and Lucy Otis.
- Hey.

We just moved into the Chase.

Django Lovell.

The boys from the woods.

- Oh, we're so sorry.
- Oh, what did they do?

They came in handy
in a fight is all.

You've been camping here long?

Around 500 years.

Oh. Oh, I though gypsies
moved around?

We don't.

We're waiting.

What for?

We'll know when it comes.

Well, looks like you've had
some trouble.

Aye, flooding from the lake.

Well, rather than bailing,

you might want to use the top
meadow as it's sitting empty.

That's Canterville soil.

Gypsies have been banned
there in perpetuity.

Oh, it's Otis soil now.

And while we may have
been tardy,

Americans outlawed segregation
in 1964.

You don't know what
you're saying.

Well, I guess I'm saying this.
Down here's a quagmire.

While up there, 10 acres
of prime grazing,

better drainage, better shelter
and access to fresh water.

I can run a pipe and connect
you guys to the mains.

We're good.

I'm Theo and Frank's mom, Lucy.

Is your mom here?

Maybe I could introduce
myself to her.

Gone. The day they were born.

- Oh.
- Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Maybe some time you guys
could come over for a play date?

It was good to meet you.

And, um, if you change
your mind about the field...

Yeah, you know where we are.

Was the play date too much?

Oh, maybe a little.

What's a play date?

Get back to work.

Hey, Dad.
Hey, Dad.

Hey.

So what do you think, guys?

Could this be the birthplace of
the next great Otis invention?

Sure. Can we borrow some stuff?

Ah, yeah.

Well, you going to tell
me what it's for?

We just want to prove
the existence of ghosts.

Right. Well, help yourselves.

- Thanks, Dad.
- Thanks, Dad.

Two fives. Two nines.

- Hey there.
- Oh, hey, Mom.

- What are you playing?
- It's a new game we invented

called boredom.

Well, that's great.

Well, we're off.

Any emergencies,
you can reach us here.

Oh, okay.
Well, have a good time.

- Be good.
- Frank: We will.

- We will be.
- We always are.

Don't stay up late.

- Oh, we won't.
- Oh, we won't.

Two, six.

Oh, my goodness look at...

I'm guessing an "at home"
isn't the same as a potluck.

- No.
- Well done.

Complete and utter
social humiliation.

My, my Miss American Pie.

The Otis's I presume.

- I'm Deborah de Canterville.
- Thank you.

Someone didn't get the memo
about the dress code.

Oh, thank you for the
invitation, Lady Deborah.

And this a cherry pie.

It's home made
from a family recipe.

How delightfully...American.

I'm sure Cook will be thrilled.

Hiram: Oh, wow, it's a butler.

Is she rich?

- Loaded apparently.
- Nice one.

So this is
Featherstonehaugh, huh?

We pronounce it "Fanshaw."

Oh, it's a lovely place.
How long have you been here?

Oh, about a thousand years.

- Wow.
- I inherited it

from my father, the 8th Earl.

And your son Lord Canterville
lives here, as well?

With my grandson Cecil.

It's no secret that the Chase
was mortgaged to the hilt

after my late husband gambled
the entire Canterville fortune

on a 200 to 1 outsider
at Newmarket.

- Oh, goodness.
- Quite the opposite.

When his horse lost, he
suffered a fatal heart attack.

A blessing really,

as it saved him
from living the rest of his life

with the dishonour.

- St. John: Mummy.
- Oh, this must be your son?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.
Uh, St John,

This is Mr. and Mrs.
"He-ram" Otis and daughter.

Nice to meet you. Actually,
we pronounce it "Hi-ram."

Hi.

Uh,, St. John Canterville.
How do you do?

- Hi.
- At least someone

has some sense.

Hottest Spring in years, and the
men melting in penguin suits.

Don't mind if I join you.

For heaven's sake. St. John!

Put it on before everyone else
follows suit!

Ralph Stilton.

Er, this is my sister Moppy,

and Cecil Canterville.

Hello again.

I didn't realise you
two were acquainted.

We're not.
I saw him riding. Nice horse.

Thanks. Magnus Opus.
He's a bit of a show-off.

Ralph: Well, that makes
two of you then.

He's just jealous 'cause Cecil's
winner of the Canterville Chase

for the last five years running.

Yes, uh, do you ride?

Uh, there's a ladies' hurdle
if you're up for it.

I'd rather enter
the steeplechase.

Isn't open to lady jockeys.

Are they scared
of being beaten by a girl?

For their own protection

as much as anything.

The fences are murderous.

How delightfully...English.

Nosh.

Finally. I could chew
the hind leg off a deer.

So, what made you choose
our neck of the English woods?

Hiram: I have
a family connection.

My, uh, ancestor
Simeon Otis was born here

before sailing
for the New World.

Hiram's a member
of the Mayflower Society.

The whaty?

The descendants of
the Puritans, Bluey.

We persecuted them
in the 17th century.

- Ah.
- Hiram: It's always been

an ambition
to trace my family tree.

But he's not in any records
I could find in the States,

so we decided to come here
and track him down in person.

- Is he the vacuum salesman?
- Hiram: Guilty as charged, sir.

But, um, I'm taking a break
from the boardroom.

He's working on a new invention.

Well,
and my wife, Lucy,

is a psychotherapist.

Oh, I'm surprised, given
the size of your fortune,

you feel the need to send
your wife out to work.

Well, in America we define
ourselves not by who we are

but by what we do.

What do you do, uh, Mr...

Bluey is the Duke of Stilton.

He's the what?

Is that another funny
English pronunciation?

It's cheese! Blue cheese!

Doesn't matter.

I suppose you have a private jet
and super yacht

and all that malarkey.

Not unless a rather ancient
fishing sloop counts?

Shame.

- Water?
- Yes, sir.

Oh, dear.

He's here.

How fare thee, my pretties?

- Now!
- Over here, Sir Simon.

Say cheese?

Goal!

Did you get him?

We got something.

So, did you have any more
thoughts on the ladies' race?

You should enter.
Give my sister some competition.

Like I said, I'd rather enter
the Steeplechase.

- Not for the ladies!
- Bluey should know.

- He's head steward.
- Bluey: Oh, don't look at me.

The laws were written
when they rode side saddle.

Hmm, and here was I thinking

the British emancipated women
in 1918.

They aren't laws.
Merely a body of rules.

To be laws,
they would have to be decreed

by the British Parliament.

I cite, by way of example,

the 1975 Sex Discrimination and
the 2006 and 2010 Equality Acts.

Ginny studied at Harvard Law.

St. John: Clever girl.

Are you planning on pursuing
your career over here?

Um, she's taking a break
from her law studies

while she considers
her next career move.

In our day, women didn't have
time for jobs, did they, Debo?

Such a dinosaur, Daddy.
Everyone works these days.

And what do you do?

I'm a social influencer
and global charity ambassador.

Load of tripe.

Ahh. I wouldst say,
I went down well.

It was, uh,
quite a performance.

- Ah!
- Cesspitt: Be it there was

some deviation from the script.

Ah, granted it didst
require some improvisation.

I couldst not know
that they were so afeared

that they wouldst sleep
protected.

But thou saw'st their faces.

Heard'st their screams
of terror.

They were certainly
cacophonous.

I brought down the house.

And, uh, what are you doing?

Uh, preparing for an encore.

Perchance 'tis
but time the spinster and I met.

What are you guys doing up?

I'm going to bed.

- Lucy: Night, honey.
- Just look, look, look.

Hiram: Looks like
a sort of yellow fog.

There will be trouble if you've
been making smoke bombs.

Daddy, tomorrow, please can
we go to the gypsy camp

and get me a horse?

Sure.

Start from the beginning,
just one of you talk.

Theodore, you first.

Well, he entered in, in some
kind of fog and formed into

a guy, and he took his head off
and dropped the head,

- and then Frank kicked it.
- Back of the net!

And then he
sort of dispirited back into fog

- and went out the chimney.
- Hmm.

Well, there's a surprise.
They don't believe us.

No, that's not completely true.

But the subconscious is
very powerful thing, honey.

And we're living
in this big old house

with tales of a ghost.
Sounds like a heck of a tale,

so why don't we talk about it
tomorrow?

Don't bother.

I told you they
wouldn't believe us.

Are you so sure we did
the right thing?

Hmm.

Ethelinda.

- Morning, Mrs. Umney.
- Morning.

We saw the ghost last night.

But our parents
don't believe in ghosts.

- They will.
- Can you tell us about

Sir Simon?
Was he beheaded?

His bones have never been found.

Legend says
that after he killed his wife,

he stole the family jewels
and attempted to flee.

But he was captured
and walled up alive

in a secret priest hole along
with the treasure.

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

Cursed to lament his wife by day
and haunt the house at night.

So wait. What's a priest hole?

The Cantervilles were
Catholic during the reformation.

It was punishable by death,

so houses such as this
were fitted with secret rooms

and escape routes
in the event of being raided.

Mrs. Umney. are you saying
that the Canterville treasure is

still here lying undiscovered
in a hidden priest hole?

You think every square inch
hasn't been searched

by every generation
of Cantervilles?

But found it will never be.

We'll see about that.

They're not for sale.
Bound for the Wetherby Auctions.

Ah, sounds
like they are for sale.

And for the right price,

you could save yourself a set of
feed and transportation costs.

- Has she her eye on one?
- The grey.

Django: He's not broken in.

Won't have any one
but me on his back.

She's quite the horse whisperer.

Let the horse decide.

What's his name?

Pilgrim's Prophecy.

What do you call him?

Jim.

Hey, Jim.

Whoa, boy! Whoa!

Come on Jim, come on.

He won't clear that.

Come on, Jim.
Whoa, whoa boy.

Whoa!

Oh, no, please, no. Ginny.

No, no, no, Ginny.
No, no, no, no.

Call 911!

Oh, thank you, thank you,
thank you.

Don't move. Does it hurt?
Where does it hurt?

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine, Dad, I'm fine.

Hey, honey, maybe you can choose
another one?

There's no need. He said yes.

Hiram's testing
a new stain remover.

Remarkable, isn't it?

What have you done?

Oh, if you're talking
about the ghost,

ah, I'm sure he'll get over it.

Why don't I fetch a broom?

Cesspitt: It did rather ruin
the symmetry of the floor.

I mean, one could regard it
as an improvement.

Clodpate!

That blood stain was
the stuff of legend.

Cesspitt: Admittedly, the facts
are rather over-embellished.

500 years. 500 years!

And then this
bespectacled fopdoodle

and his wife have
the effrontery to remove it.

They will pay.

I will steal into their chamber,

place a clammy hand uponst
her shoulder

whilst I whisper
into her trembling husband's ear

the awful secrets
of the charnel-house.

And then proceed
to the spinster?

I am undecided.

Oh!

She has not offended me.

I may confine myself to a few
hollow groans from the wardrobe.

Yes, here he is.

Jonas the Graveless.

The Corpse Snatcher
of Chertsey Barn.

You improved with every run.

'Twill be my
finest performance yet.

Ruddy Yanks.

Little minx has only sent
in an entry for the Chase

and threatened legal action
if we refuse.

What's she riding?

Some brute of a beast
according to Ralph.

Knocking on 17 hands
and holds his own over fences.

He'll give Magnus a run
for his money.

Ces, is it too much to ask
that you show some concern?

A horse is only as good
as it's rider.

It's not about winning.

It's about parvenu Americans
thinking they can come over here

and overturn centuries
of tradition.

You'll put a stop to it.

Ran it past the legals,
and there's nothing we can do.

Good grief, Bluey.

Your father flew
in the Battle of Britain.

Your ancestor drew up
the battle plans for Waterloo.

I doubt either of them said,
"There's nothing we can do."

You just have to be
more inventive.

Good boy, Jim.
Good job, good job.

Canterville Chase is
19,350 square feet.

How long will that take us?

Well, based
on 25 five square feet a day

and factoring in search
to success ratio,

anywhere between an hour
to 800 days.

- What are you doing?
- Can't you read the sign?

What? "Biohazardous waste."
That you?

They're looking for
the treasure.

By the way,

your search area is less
than 10,000 square feet.

It's confined to the reformation
part of the building.

In the Great Wing
and the North Tower.

- How do you know?
- The gypsies built it.

Our ancestor Peter Lovell
was master builder.

What do rich boys want
with treasure?

So we can get out of this place
and go home.

Wait! Don't go.
The Chase was built by gypsies.

If anyone knows about
the priest hole...

Even if someone did,
why would they tell you?

- How about we cut you in.
- 10 percent.

- 50.
- 30. Final offer.

Take it or leave it.

Fine! Okay then. 50/50.

Place your bets here.

Sir, offering 9 to 1
for Archibald House.

16 pounds over.

I'm carrying 15 pounds.
That makes me 4 pounds under.

You've been awarded
a twenty pound penalty.

What?

If you have a problem,
take it up with the stewards.

Watch out. This should be good.

Horses registered with
professionally licensed trainers

carry a 20 pound penalty.

He isn't. I trained him.

Django Lovell is licensed with
the Racing Regulatory Board,

who are yet to receive documents
for change of ownership.

Until such time, the horse
accrues the stated penalty.

It's all here in here
in black and white

if you'd like
to read the small print.

Section 5. Para 7.
Subsection 3.

Thank you.

I will.

Bye, bye, Miss American Pie.

Madam, Sir. 10 to 1 Honest Man.

It's just a race.

I hate them. I hate this place.

But the main thing is
you tried, honey,

and we couldn't be
more proud of you.

We know you could have won
it bareback.

Hmm?

Thanks, Dad.

I filed the paperwork.

His nibs' cousin is head
of the Point-to-Point committee.

Hmm, figures.

Now, I'm as good as my word.

But there's no harm
putting it in writing.

What's this?

If the Cantervilles
can ban you in perpetuity,

I can grant you tenancy of
10 acres under the same terms.

It's all there.
Signed and notarised.

- I told you.
- Hiram: Darn right you did.

All this does is entitle you
to change your mind.

My grandmother says you
can come for tea on Wednesday.

Okay, we'll be there.
Want to check out the horses?

Yeah.

Find us a good spot.

Man: Six runners and riders.

Leading the betting.
2-1 on favourite Magnus Opus.

The one to beat today.

Fleeting Interest and
Mucky Duck at 5-1.

Honest Man and
Archibald House, 12-1.

Village Drama,
the outside chance at 50-1.

And, uh, oh, it looks
like we have a seventh runner.

Number 9.

Pilgrim's Prophecy,
who was withdrawn on a penalty

but looks to have
re-entered the race.

Without a saddle.

Thank you.

Weight restrictions are
inclusive of tack.

Although there's no rule
prohibiting riding bareback.

If you'd like
to read the small print.

Section 8. Para 12.
Subsection 6.

Looks like she shed
the extra weight.

Give him a view of the fences.

Ralph: Crikey. Hope the meat
wagon's standing by.

Listen. Well done you
for making your point.

It's not worth breaking
your neck over, though.

Your concern is duly noted.

Hiram! Hiram! Stop her.

Man: And the starter's flag
is up.

- Right.
- Man: And they're off,

for the 210th Canterville Chase!

The runners heading for
the first of 13 fences

over 16 furlongs.

And Magnus Opus and Mucky Duck
are among the first to show.

Village Drama slowly away.

And as they settle down, it's
Magnus Opus from Mucky Duck...

Need a better view?

Man: ...with Archibald House
being pressed by Honest Man...

- Where are you going?
- To get a better view.

You want a better view of our
daughter trying to kill herself?

She's not fallen yet.

...Village Drama,
and trailing the field

is Pilgrim's Prophecy, looking
a long way off the early pace,

as they approach the first.

And as they head down the hill,
it's Magnus Opus

who just shows clear
of Honest Man.

Mucky Duck a close third.

Nothing between these three
as they hit the second.

Oh!

Man: Oh, and Village Drama is
down and taken one...

No, no, two down with him!

And there's havoc as
Pilgrim's Prophecy comes up

behind and clears it well!

Wonderful Amazon your girl.

- Man: Only four horses left...
- She's still on!...

Man: ...as they head for
Devil's Dyke.

Magnus Opus holding the lead.

Honest Man and Mucky Duck
a neck behind.

Pilgrim's Prophecy making
steady progress at the back.

Oh, and it looks as if
Honest Man has run out of steam

and out of the race as the
remaining three reach the ridge.

- Move!
- Get away!

Argh!

Man: And here they
come down the hill

as they make for
the final fence.

Here she comes.

You can look now,
she's doing great.

Man: Looks like we lost
Mucky Duck on the ridge,

but Pilgrim's Prophecy
is making up the distance.

Half a length behind and...

Come on, Cessie!
Come on, you can do it!

Man: It's neck and neck now.
Magnus Opus goes first.

Pilgrim's Prophecy and...

In first place, number four,
Magnus Opus,

ridden and trained by the
honourable Cecil Canterville.

In second place, number 9,
Pilgrim's Prophecy,

trained and ridden
by Miss Virginia Otis.

- Congratulations. Well ridden.
- Thanks.

You know you would
have beaten me with a saddle.

Guess I'll see you
next year then.

I'll look forward to it.

Man: And the trophy today
awarded by

Lady Deborah Canterville

to grandson Cecil
for the sixth year in a row.

Well done Cecil.

Sorry about back there.
It's, uh, Mucky.

He can get a bit bolshy.

It wasn't --
it wasn't deliberate.

I hope he's okay.

So do, uh -- do you play tennis?

- Uh, yeah.
- Well, great.

Uh, mixed doubles,
Monday, 3:00.

- Sure.
- Man: And the runner up prize

goes to Miss Virginia Otis.

USA! USA! USA!

Man: Looks like the
Canterville Chase is now open

to lady riders without saddles.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Picture of the winner
and the runner up, please.

You don't mind if I borrow
my fiancé for a photo?

Sure.

Close the door, hon.

It's freezing.

I've heard about
the British stiff upper lip.

But all it's given me
is a stiff upper back.

Ow! Ow, that hurts.

But in a good way.

Ah.

Whoa!

Lucy...

Don't move, Hiram.

Okay, buddy.

Lucy.
My name is Lucy.

We mean you no harm.

Friend.

Do you think he even
understands?

I-I-I don't know. Poor guy.
He doesn't look too good.

How dare you?!

Could you keep the noise down?
Some of us are trying to...

Good evening.
You must be Sir Simon.

It's nice to meet you.

I guess we owe the boys
an apology.

Never in an uninterrupted,
brilliant career of 500 years

have I ever been
so grossly insulted!

And th-- and then these wretched
modern Americans offer

me condolences and friendship.

No ghost in history has ever
been treated in this manner.

Now they appear
to have offended the ghost.

We welcome these people
with open arms,

and this is how they repay us.

I'd hardly call them open.

Top photo of Cecil and Virginia.

We should get a copy.

Bright side.
At least she didn't win.

They are under
the impression they lost

the battle but won the war.

Trust me.
This war hasn't even started.