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Case?

Sir Simon de Canterville.

When can I speak
with my client?

There's no time.
The case is about to start.

But I haven't talked
to my client.

Robing rooms are through there.

Who is that?

Counsel for the prosecution.

They call him "The Great Orator"
because he never loses a case.

I'd wish you luck,
but would be wasting my breath.

Metaphorically speaking.

Where were you at the bar?

I'm not.

I haven't graduated yet.

In that case,
I wish you a miracle.

Court usher:
All rise.

All rise for the Right
Honourable Angel of Death.

Your Honour...

You will address me
as "My Lord."

My Lord, I would like to ask
for an adjournment.

Counsels, approach the bench.

I've not had an opportunity
to review the evidence files.

Defence counsel is extant,
My Lord.

This is most unorthodox.

There are prophecy conditions
in place, My Lord.

All the evidence will be duly
presented in court.

And given the case has already

taken half a millennium
to get to trial,

I myself would like
to get out of here

in time for a decent lunch.

Man ♪1: Hear, hear.

Man ♪2: Indeed.

Clerk:
Bring in the defendant.

Simon de Canterville,

you are charged
with entrapment to marriage,

theft, and wilfully causing the
death of your wife and child.

How do you plead?

For mercy.

♪ I thought love was only
true in fairy tales ♪

Theo is on to something.

How about that?
Chip off the old block.

Mrs. Otis, have you seen Ginny?

No, not since the twins'
performance.

If you see her,
will you tell her...

Tell her I'm looking for her.

Sure.

Something's happened
between Cecil and Ginny.

9.89 mils of adhesive --

Go.
You know you want to.

Before Mrs. Umney catches you
writing on her best damask.

I love you.

I won't be long.

Man: ♪ I thought love was
only true in fairy tales ♪

♪ Meant for someone else
but not for me ♪

Would you like to dance?

Yeah.

Man:
♪ But all you get is pain

Oh.
Off already, Lady Deborah?

I hope you enjoyed your evening.

It's everything I hoped for.

Man:
♪ Now I'm a believer

The prosecution
calls Peter Lovell.

For the record, please state
your occupation in 1575.

Architect and master builder.

And father
to sons Murgo and Dickon

and a daughter, Ethelinda.

For the record,
Mr. Lovell's sons

are currently serving
a 1,000-year sentence

in the garden of unrest
for the murder of the defendant.

In 1570, you are engaged
by Lord Henry Canterville

for the design and construction
of the Great Wing.

Yes.

How did you feel
when you discovered

your daughter's romance with
your employer's son and heir?

What do you think?

Romani and Gorgers
have no union with one another.

Despite your objections,
you allowed the couple

to be hand-fasted,

a form of marriage in which
the hands are tied together,

denoting the binding of two
lives.

It sounds highly impractical.

I believe the ties are removed
after the ceremony, My Lord.

Crucially, the marriage
was morganatic

and unrecognised in English law.

English laws are not
recognised by us.

The witness will confine himself
to answering the questions.

And yet the defendant
broke his vow.

Defaulted from the contract
and married another,

this time a marriage
recognised in English law,

and in doing so,
denied the existence

of his union
with Ethelinda Lovell.

And what were the repercussions
of this perfidy?

Peter:
She was dishonoured.

Marimé, which incurs
the ultimate sanction --

expulsion from the community.

There is no greater punishment.

Other than death, perhaps.

No further questions.

Mr. Lovell.

Mr. Lovell, the Romani frown
upon alliances with non-Romani,

and yet you allowed
such a union to take place?

I bowed to the inevitable.

They were air and fire.

There was no keeping them apart.

Thank you, Mr. Lovell.

No further questions.

MCL.

What if they aren't letters,
but numbers like Roman numerals?

Then we're looking
for someone who died in 1150.

Patience: Here!

Isabelle de Canterville,
1104 to 1150.

A butterfly wing in a ring.

Charity:
The Jack of diamonds.

Frank: Okay.

The Jack of diamonds,

the 6 of clubs,
and the 2 of diamonds.

Nope, still not computing.

Every playing card
has a meaning.

The Jack of diamonds is,

"A butterfly wing
set in a ring.

This you good luck should
bring."

Patience: Okay, I'm gonna
come down after you.

The prosecution
calls Lord Henry Canterville.

Can you describe to the court

what the defendant was like
growing up?

Objection.
My client's childhood behaviour

has no bearing on this case.

Denied.

Lord Canterville: He was
the youngest of twin sons,

the runt of the litter,
a fractious and sickly child,

whereas his brother was

everything one could wish for
in a son,

fair of face and disposition,

athletic and a scholar.

When they were
both afflicted with ague,

we expected the weakest to die,

but the superior son was taken.

Broke his parents' hearts.

A disappointment then.

Lord Canterville:
Grievously so,

foppish and a dreamer,

prone to irrational
outbursts of sentiment.

We always expected
he would come to nothing.

Fears, members of the jury,
which became founded.

What did you do when you
discovered your son had formed

an alliance
with Ethelinda Lovell?

We forbade it
and found him a suitable match.

This would be
Lady Eleanor Featherstonehaugh,

daughter of the third
Earl of Featherstonehaugh,

and one of the most desirable
matches in the land.

And your son agreed
to this match?

Ah, that or be the ruination
of the family name.

Thank you, My Lord.
No further questions.

Lord Henry,
did you love your son?

Am I expected to answer that?

If you can indulge my learned
friend on this occasion.

I did my duty.

He was fed and clothed
and given the finest education

and found a suitable wife.

A woman he didn't love.

Of what relevance is this?

My Lord, I'm afraid
I must intervene.

This isn't a colloquy

on the nature of romantic
attachment.

No further questions.

Evidence of the fateful events

will be presented
on historical monitor

so the jury can form
their own conclusions

as to the black-hearted
nature of the defendant.

Prosecutor: Ethelinda Lovell
took refuge in the woods,

living off the land
for survival.

But as winter came,

such a way of survival
became untenable.

I draw your attention to the
fact that this was the coldest

recorded winter in 200 years.

Shunned by her people
and out of options,

the desperate woman made her way
through a freezing blizzard

to seek shelter from
the only one who could help her.

Admit her!

Lord Canterville: Any man
who does shall earn a whipping!

She has the nerve
to show her face!

She will perish

along with my son!

He's a Canterville!

It is a by blow.

You have the effrontery
to speak of it

when your wife stands here

with a true heir
of Canterville in her belly.

- Lord Canterville: Guards!
- Lady Canterville: No!

It must come from him

so this is finished,
once and for all.

Speak.

Or go down in history
as a disgrace

to the house of Canterville.

Close the gates.

No!

No!

Prosecutor: On the 4th
of December, 1575,

Ethelinda Lovell froze to death.

And there we have it,
members of the jury.

Here rests the case
for the prosecution.

The Angel of Death:
Excellent.

Time for a cup of tea

and maybe a slice of walnut
cake.

All rise.

I need to consult
with my client.

An apology is not necessary.

I should'st ne're
have entrusted such a task

to one so unlustrous.

Well...

uh, we have a saying.

"It ain't all over
till the fat lady sings."

Whence is this portly chanteuse
of whom thou speakest?

It means...

Never mind.

It means I haven't presented
the case for the defence.

The jury need to hear
your side of the story.

- And I think I may have --
- Never!

I will't not be witness.

- But you must.
- I...

parade my innermost self

before that
pathetic pall of panjandrums.

I...

And I'm not e'en rehearsed.

I saw your pain
when you spoke of Ethelinda.

You are not the man painted
by the prosecution.

The jury need to see you
as I do.

You need to tell me everything.

Theo:
Whoa, let's look around.

Keep your eyes peeled
for a priest hole.

Hey, uh, what does
the next symbol mean?

Um...

"Six of clubs
will bring you hope.

Make three knots
in a piece of rope."

Look.

- 9, 10.
- Theo: What are you doing?

Working out
where the ghost got in.

11, 12...

13, 14...

15.

The Tapestry room
is right up there, so...

Frank:
Okay, headlamps off.

Ultraviolet lamps on.

Hey. Got him!

Uh, this is solid stone.

Theo: He can't go
through solid stone.

There must be something
behind here.

Virginia: The defence calls
Jeremiah Otis to the stand.

Please state your name
and occupation in 1575.

Jeremiah Otis.

Poacher.

Father to nine children,

the youngest of whom
was Simeon Otis,

1575 to 1643?

Yeah.

On the 4th of December, 1575,

you were fined one shilling

for poaching
at Canterville assize court.

Objection.
My Lord, the witness

has already answered
for his earthly transgressions.

I will rephrase.

Mr. Otis,
after leaving the assize court,

can you describe
your route home?

That would be through the woods.

This is a map of the area
in 1575.

This route would have taken
Mr. Otis past the spot

where Ethelinda Lovell
was found dead.

Mr. Otis,
eight of your nine children

are recorded
in the parish birth records,

the exception being the
youngest, Simeon.

I put it to you this is because
he wasn't your biological son.

Your natural son.

That he is, in fact,

the son
of Sir Simon de Canterville

and Ethelinda Lovell.

The Angel of Death:
Order, order!

Mr. Otis?

Jeremiah:
Poor lamb was near death

when I found her.

Her last words were...

My baby.

His name is...

Simon.

Jeremiah: Scrap was blue
with cold and half dead.

So I took him home to the wife.

Fearsomely fond of the bairn,
she was.

Only...we changed
his name to Simeon.

It means
"God has heard."

Our little miracle, he were.

Members of the jury,
Simeon Otis grew to adulthood

and, in 1620,
emigrated to the New World,

where he founded a dynasty
who survive to this day.

I move that the charge
of infanticide be dismissed.

Sustained.

The Angel of Death:
Order, order!

The defence calls Murgo
and Dickon Lovell to the stand.

You and your brother
were on a team of builders

working at Canterville Chase

when your sister arrived
to seek shelter.

- Close the gates.
- No!

Murgo: We saw him
send her to her death.

Virginia: And neglected
to go to her aid?

Dickon: She was marimé.

It was forbidden.

Murgo: So we avenged her.

By abducting and murdering
the defendant.

Objection.

The witnesses are already
serving sentences

for their crimes
and are not on trial here.

Sustained.

According to your statements,

when you apprehended Sir Simon,

he was carrying a bag of jewels.

We didn't steal them.

Lovells aren't thieves.

We left them hidden

with his rotting bones

so no Canterville
could ever find them.

Objection.

The witnesses are not
the ones on trial here.

Withdrawn.

You abducted the defendant
in the sunken garden.

Am I right in saying
this is the most direct route

from the house to the stables?

Yes.

No further questions.

The defence calls
Sir Simon de Canterville.

The defence calls
Sir Simon de Canterville.

You reside at
Canterville Chase, England,

where you are currently
Ghost in Residence?

I am generally considered

the Premier Ghost
in British Isles.

Ooh.

If I may bring you back
to the events

on the 4th of December 1575,

specifically what happened

immediately after
you gave the orders

to turn Ethelinda Lovell
from the gates.

My father didst order
all to their chambers

to prepareth for dinner.

'Twas not worthy to prepare for.

The cooks did ruin everything
due to my wife's instructions.

She was a woman who didst
truly know naught of cookery.

Virginia: I mean, immediately
after you gave the order

to close the gates.

Did you regret the order?

Three words to my damnation.

Before they passed my lips.

You didn't go to your chamber
as your father instructed?

- Huh.
- You went to the treasury,

where you stole
a number of family jewels?

I prefer "borrowest."

They wouldst have come to me
upon my father's death.

What did you do after you
"borrowed" the jewels?

I didst go to saddle a horse.

You were going after Ethelinda?

Mm.

Virginia:
For the benefit of the jury,

can you explain your plan?

Sir Simon: To find her,
sell the jewels,

and purchase a passage for us
to the New World,

where we couldst maketh
a life together.

So, it was your intention
to atone?

'Twas not to go hunt boar
in a blizzard.

What were your thoughts

on realising your predicament?

Sir Simon:
That I deserved...no less.

Help!

Help.

Help me!

No further questions.

You say you lamented the deed

before the words left your lips.

Yet your attitude,

if you will forgive me,

hardly comes over
as one of regret.

Indeed, if lament after the deed
were a defence,

then His Lord and I
would both be out of a job.

No further questions.

For the benefit of the jury,

the defendant is bound
by the conditions of a curse.

Can you explain
these conditions?

I canst not weep for my sins,
for I have no tears,

nor pray for my soul,
for I have no faith.

For the record, the defendant
has been lamenting for his sins

for 446 years.

That is 162,790 days,

or three million nine hundred
thousand and six,

nine hundred and sixty hours.

Has he not lamented enough?

Here rests the case for the
defence.

The defendant claims
he regretted his deed

after a lifetime
of showing no regret.

No regret when he abandoned
Ethelinda Lovell

for a woman of his own class.

No regret when she was banished
from her community.

No regret when he cast her out

in a blizzard to her certain
death.

No regret, members of the jury,

no regret...

until after the event, which,
I don't need to remind you,

is not a defence,

thus rendering him

undeserving
of this court's mercy.

You see before you
a man guilty of many crimes,

oath breaking,
moral cowardice, theft,

a man who, by his own admission,
caused the death of his wife,

a man the prosecution
claims showed no regret.

I show you a man
who regretted that decision

as the words left his mouth,

prepared to defy his family

and outlaw himself
to atone for his wrongs,

wrongs that condemned him
to limbo,

denied divine justice,
truly a fate worse than death.

This is a court of mercy.

I direct you to the mercy

shown by Ethelinda Lovell
to the defendant.

In her dying words, she named
her son after his father,

certain proof she forgave him
before she died.

If she can forgive,
then so must you.

Good night, Mrs. Otis.
Thank you for a lovely evening.

Hey, no, you're not
going anywhere

until you tell me what happened.

It was all sorted.

I said I was calling off
the wedding.

She told me
she didn't wanna be with me.

No, she was lying.

You go and find her,

and this time,
don't take no for an answer.

Will the foreperson please rise.

On the charges,
how do the jury find?

Mercy or no mercy?

Mercy.

Woman: Yes.

Clerk: Order, please.
The court is still sitting.

Order!

Simon de Canterville,

you have been deemed worthy
of mercy by the jury.

Given mitigation
and time served in limbo,

I sentence you...

to repose in the garden of rest.

I thank thee.

It appears the curse
remains in place

due to an outstanding
prophecy condition.

My Lord, I believe
the conditions of the prophecy

were all fulfilled.

Curses and prophecies

are not within
this court's jurisdiction.

Therefore, I have no option
other than to return

the prisoner
to his earthly limbo

until the conditions are met.

Sir Simon?

Sir Simon?

Sir Simon.

Frank: If there is
a priest hole behind here,

then how does it open?

Eyes front and spread out.
You go right, we'll go left.

- Now what?
- Behind you.

Three knots and a piece of rope.

Help me.

Patience: Let me try.

Good to see you.

No luck?

I can't find her.

And no one else has seen her
since the kids

bushwhacked the ghost.

Django: Patience!

Charity! Time to go home.

Where are the twins?

I don't understand,
haven't all the conditions

of the prophecy been fulfilled?

I'm sorry I failed you.

Sir Simon?

Are you there?

If you can hear me,

please hurry back,
I need your help.

Theo: "Woe to the wicked.

It will go badly with him

for what he deserves
will be done to him."

This is it. The priest hole's
around here somewhere.

What are we looking for?

"A spider spinning on the wall

means he'll be great
and strong and tall."

Plenty of real spiders for sure,
but I don't see the mechanism.

There!

Virginia:
Am I glad to see you.

- How did you find me?
- Theo: Uh...

We were looking for the ghost.

How the heck did you
get in here?

It's a long story.

Is that Sir Simon?

Yes.

Then where's the treasure?

Virginia: We don't need
the treasure.

We need to get out of here.

Theo: No. No worries.

We'll get out the same way
Ginny got in.

How did you get in?

Hiram: Boys?

Cecil: Ginny!

- Lucy: Ginny!
- Hiram: Boys! Where are you?

Lucy: Children,
where are you?

- Masilda: Girls?
- Cecil: Ginny!

So Sir Simon's our great, great,
great something grandfather?

And our great, great aunt

was your great, great
grandmother.

Which makes us great, great...

Fourteenth cousins once
removed.

- Yeah.
- That's just weird.

It's destiny.

Where's Sir Simon now?

I guess he's on his way back
from the fourth dimension.

Nine hours, two sets of twins
13 and our daughter, 22.

Yeah, I realise
she's an adult. But...

Even so, there's absolutely
no reason for them all...

If they have
found the priest hole,

it's been hidden for centuries.

What chance do we have?

You look a bit worse for wear.

Sir Simon: So wouldst thou if

thou had been scattered

to the fourth dimension
and back.

Come closer for I am weak.

Patience: What's he doing?

Talking.

That's Cesspitt.
He's Sir Simon's familiar.

Patience: Hm.

Lucy: They say someone will
be on the way shortly.

They'll freeze to death
before shortly.

They told me
what they were up to.

Too darn caught up
in my own problems as usual.

I should never
have brought us here.

You weren't to know
they'd be so clever, sir.

Hiram: It's only a rat.

It's a filthy verminous rat.
In my kitchen.

Go away!

Lucy: Stop! Stop, Mrs. Umney.
Look at its eyes.

Oh, it's trying to tell us
something.

Come out.

- We won't hurt you.
- I wouldn't count on it.

What do you want?

It wants us to follow.

Hiram: No, we've already
searched in here.

Then we'll search it again.

Lucy: Hey, look, over here.

Where's he gone?

Django: Where'd he go?
You think he's behind here?

- I don't know, he was there.
- It's solid.

At least two feet of brick,
I reckon.

Then where did the rat go?

Lucy: Kids?

Django: Hello?

- Stand back.
- Lucy: Really!

Django: Cecil.

Help!

Hiram: We're coming.

You're all there?

We're all fine, Mum.

We're not,
we're freezing and starving.

Come on.

Hiram: There you go.
Are you cold?

Django: Watch your feet.
Here.

You guys,
you've outdone yourself

this time, I tell you.

Lucy: Let's get you home.

Hot baths, then food.

Virginia:
What are you doing here?

Cecil: You don't get rid
of me that easily.

Hiram: So you won the case,
honey.

That's incredible.

We won the case,

but Sir Simon's still here
because the prophecy

isn't fulfilled.

I don't know why.

Promise me you'll never
disappear like that again.

And my grandmother can do her
worst.

I'm going to tell Moppy
just as soon as...

Tell me what?

Cecil, I am warning you...

Yeh, babe.

You're a terrific girl.

Kind and beautiful.

Any bloke would be
lucky to have you.

Except perhaps just...

- not me.
- Oh.

The last thing
I meant was to hurt you.

So like...

the wedding's off?

Yeah, well, maybe
it's for the best.

Right, uh...

Well, I'm glad you
see it that way.

It is not for the best.

Cecil...

you will have nothing.

They will have each other.

Oh, please don't say money
can't buy you happiness.

It can certainly
make unhappiness

a whole lot more palatable.

And is that the voice
of experience?

Because for all
your wealth and status,

you don't strike me as happy.

And you're about to cast off
the one thing

that could make you so,
which is family.

We will discuss this later,
Cecil.

Come, Moppy.

Laters.

You say you can't make
my dreams come true,

and you couldn't be more wrong.

Because from the moment
I laid eyes on you,

I've dreamt of nothing else.

Marry me, Ginny.

And this time, I won't take
no for an answer.

I'm not getting up
until you say yes.

Even if that means
I'm glued to this spot

for the rest of my life.

Get up, you numpty.

Is that...

British for "yes."

Yes, I'll marry you.

Yes.

Hiram: You know, I've always
felt something about this place.

We're not Otises,
we're Cantervilles.

We belong here.

Except now we have to leave.

We didn't even find
the treasure.

I thought you wanted to go home.

If we're Cantervilles,
then we are home.

Poor Sir Simon. I suppose
we should call an undertaker

or maybe the police, 'cause this
is technically a crime scene.

Hiram: Oh, what's happening
to him?

Theo: His finger...

Is he pointing at something?

Hiram: What?
Is there something there?

- Wow!
- Whoa!

- Theo: No way.
- Frank: Wow!

Theo: This is what
we've been looking for.

Reverend Dampier:
The Lord is my shepherd,

I shall not want.

He maketh me to
lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside

the st-- st-- still waters.

I should have specified
no lilies

for they made me fneeze.

Reverend Dampier:
For thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff
they comfort me.

We are here to discuss

the distribution
of the deceased's estate...

...in the presence of possible
beneficiaries and, uh,

rather unorthodoxly,
the deceased.

I had assumed after the...

internment,
Sir Simon would have passed.

'Tis a mere issue technical

in't reading of the prophecy,
soon to be resolved.

Don't look at me.

Apparently, it's sub judice.

I see.
Then, as regards the estate,

hereby defined as
the proceeds of antique jewels

valued at approximately
£7 million sterling

with the added complication,
it was technically

the stolen property
of Lord Henry Canterville.

A legal minefield,
to put it mildly.

Well, seems simple enough to me.

The jewels are Canterville
heirlooms

and belong to the family.

Well, I'm glad that's settled.

St. John,
we can leave Mrs. Watkins

to sort out the paperwork.

Why does thou allow
a Featherstonehaugh

female to speak?

She is not a Canterville.

No, she isn't.

Sit down, Mother.

The deed of sale as drawn up
by Mrs. Watkins herself stated

the buyer took ghost
and contents...

at valuation.

That is true.

Frank and Theo found it,
maybe they should have it.

- We could set up college funds.
- It was all of us.

We couldn't have done it
on our own.

Django: It's blood money.

Lovells want none of it.

Sir Simon: Enough.

This sorry, witterly filibuster.

Desist in thy circuitous
tiffery.

Am I not...

most senior member
of the family?

I proffer a solution.

There.

Whoa!

- Patience: Oh, wow.
- Hiram: How about that?

- Patience: Look at that.
- Charity: How'd you do that?

Theo: It's amazing.

Charity: Bravo!

If we're agreed on the
amendment clauses 15 and 29,

we can get you a revised
contract over straightaway.

If we install micro hydro
turbines into the river,

we can significantly
reduce carbon emissions.

Hello, COLCorp.
St. John Canterville speaking.

Can we do 500 units?

Yeah, we can do that.

St. John: Splendid.
Thank you so much.

Granny.

I'm so glad you came.

I have decided to delay
my objections

pending the arrival of an heir.

Don't leave it too long.

Bluey: Lovell.

Duke.

Seems I owe you.

Saved me a million on a wedding.

Not to mention life's

been a lot quieter
since you've been on the scene.

Blessed relief
if you want the truth.

You're welcome.

Ralph, this is Tatty.
Tatty Tappen.

She's just flown
in from New York.

Did you come in on the red eye?

Private jet.

- Oh.
- Tatty: I hate them.

It's like being stuck
in a very small hotel room

only up in the air.

I hate being cooped up inside.

I'd much rather be fishing.

I don't know
many girls who like fishing.

I could tie
a golden olive dabbler

before I could write
my own name.

Let me show you
where you're sitting.

Awesome.

Just, um, mind the step up.

Stand by, ushers, bride
approaching at three o'clock.

Groom to position.

Reverend Dampier:
Please be seated.

Should anyone present know
of any reason why this couple

should not be joined
in holy matrimony,

speak now or forever
hold thy peace.

Oh, for goodness sake, man,
get on with it.

- Virginia: What's that?
- Lucy: What's happening?

Patience: It's beautiful.

Masilda:
The two houses have reunited,

Cantervilles and Lovells.

And henceforth peace
shall come unto Canterville.

Thou hast opened for me

the portals of death's house.

For love is always with you,

and love is stronger than death.

I thank thee.

Adieu.

Rest in peace, Sir Simon.