All language subtitles for Candleshoe English

Come on!

Whoa!

Hey!

Come on,
let's get 'em.

Look what I brought you.

Can't say that Casey brown
doesn't pay her own way.

Wait a minute,
there's more.

Come back!

Let go of me.
I'm a minor.

You behave yourself, or
I'll knock you cross-eyed.

You creeps!
You lousy creeps!

You sold me out
to the cops?

Shut up!
Well, this is her.

Hey.

Let's go.
Look, I packed
her things.

She won't
need them.

Well, they're
no good to me.

Creeps!

You can't pin
anything on me.

I got an alibi.

I was with 3 other guys
watching TV. When it happened.

Big dude.

You think I can't bust
out of juvenile hall?

You think I can't?

I can bust out anytime
I want, do you hear?

Anytime I want.
Yeah.

Hey, give me a break,
will you? I'm clean.

I've never done anything
like this in my whole life.

Out.

This ain't no
juvenile hall.

Wait for me.

So, it's a hotel.
Now what?

Now you
take a bath.
What for?

Because I said so,
that's what for.

Don't nobody knock
around this place?

Who is this joker?

The markings are just about
the way you described them.

Yes.

Where'd you get
those scars?

Rudolph Valentino beat me
'cause I wouldn't marry him.

That's the last time
you sauce me. Now...

Where did those
scars come from?

I don't remember.

Just keep on
not remembering.

Put those on.

Excellent work, Mr. Jenkins.
I'm pleased.
Good.

- Anything else, Mr. Bundage?
- No.

- A dress?
- Put it on.

you will send
me a bill.

Mr. Bundage, our agreement
was payment on delivery.

So it was,
so it was.

And Harry Bundage always
honors his agreements.

I will write
you a check.

"Casey brown, no parents,
no memory of home.

"apparent age, 14.
Character, bellicose.

"four times remanded
to juvenile hall.

One time committed to
correctional facility." dear.

So you know who I am.
Who are you?

My name is Harry Bundage.
My business is finance.

Investments. The putting
together of deals.

I am a business man.

- You're a hustler.
- Eh?

A con man. I can smell
them a mile away.

You take care your smeller
don't end up where your
ears ought to be!

You're right,
my dear, of course.

Ha, ha!

I'm a man who knows an
opportunity when he sees it.

And you are my opportunity,
and I am yours.

Opportunity for what?

The opportunity to become
the honorable Margaret...

Fourth marchioness
st. Edmund of Candleshoe.

That's you again,
aged three,

Sitting on your
mum's lap,

Taken just before your
father carried you off.
What happened to the mother?

She died a year after
the little girl disappeared.

That's the grandma
at the back.

The kidnappin' made
headlines for weeks.

That's from a Los Angeles
paper nearly ten years ago.

And that's the last.
What happened to the kid?

Oh, she may have
survived the crash,

Wandered off
somewhere...

In a state of
shock afterwards.

Or her father could have
left her somewhere...

And she wasn't
in the car at all.

Anyway, she was
never found.

Which is where I come in,
right, Harry?

Exactly. You are
the perfect double.

The age is the same,
the scars are the same.

And with what else
I've got planned...

You'll be able to fool
st. Peter, himself.

Sounds perfect... But I
got a couple of questions.

Certainly.

Coffee?
No, thanks.

All right.
Question number one,

There's got to be a
bundle in it for you,

Right, Harry?

You could say there's
that possibility.

Okay, question number two.
What's in it for me?

For you?

A trip to Europe,
luxurious hotel,

Jet flight into the
wild blue yonder.

Okay. What's in it
in hard cash?

Trust Harry Bundage.
You'll be taken care of.

Yeah, that's what
I'm afraid of.

No. Either we got a deal
up front or no deal at all.

What do you mean,
no deal?
Either we got a deal,

Or you can find yourself
another look-alike...

For the fourth marchioness
of what's-his-face.

Ha. I like
your style.

Pure larceny,
sixteen...

Bloody ounces
to the pound.

All right.

What kind of a deal
have you got in mind?

- One third of the action.
- One third?

- Dirty little guttersnipe!
- Remember, you like my style.

A third.

I'll give you five percent.
Twenty.

Ten.
Less expenses.

Okay, ten.

And a red Ferrari.

A red Ferrari?

You can't even
get a driving license.

You get the Ferrari
and I'll get the license.

It's a deal.

What's our
next move?

Our next move is to
get out of town quick...

Before Jenkins tries
to cash that check.

Buckingham Palace,

Home of the kings
and queens of England.

The royal
standard's flying.

That means her majesty
must be in residence.

God bless her.

Yeah? I'll have
to give her a ring.

Clara!

Oh, Harry!
You're back then?

Looks like it.

That's her.

That's the one.

'ello, deary.
'ow are you, then?

All right, then?

Ohhh, seems we got
a ripe one 'ere.

You wasn't born
yesterday, was you?

Well, Clara. What
are you thinking?

Will she pass for the
little lady Margaret?

She could convince me,
all right.

What's that?

"that" is my cousin,

Miss Clara
Grimsworthy,

Formerly in service
at Candleshoe.

And she's got
all the answers.

Yeah?
Answers to what?

To the questions
you've been asking.

Here, Clara.
Fetch it out.

Now, then. Have you ever
been on a treasure hunt?

No, I don't
suppose you have,

Not with your
deprived childhood.

I ain't deprived.
I'm delinquent.

There's a difference,
you know.

Well, a treasure hunt is what
we are about to embark on.

But it ain't a kids' game,
it's the real thing.

And this,

This... Is our
"open sesame."

A cruddy piece
of paper?

Listen,
miss clever dick,

That cruddy piece of paper,
as you call it,

Happens to be the last
will and testament,

Supposedly lost,

Of Captain Joshua
st. Edmund,

Marquis of Candleshoe.

Now, sit down there
and listen.

Suppose I was
to tell you...

That Captain Joshua
was a pirate,

A "privateer" they called
it when they was nobility.

And that one-armed rascal,
he was one of the best.

He brought back
enough booty...

To ransom
a maharajah!

And he hid it
somewhere in Candleshoe.

Only no one
ain't ever found it.

Then one day,
I comes along --

Who's telling
this story, Clara?

Then one day...

Clara comes along. She's
polishing the bedpost...

In Captain Joshua's
old room,

And she finds a little
secret door, and behind it...

Is this.

And then when
she gets the sack --
I resigned.

When she resigned,
she takes the will with her.

And she brings it
to dear cousin Harry.

How do you know
it's the real McCoy?

Heh-heh-heh.

Look at this.

A Spanish doubloon.

Just to whet the appetite,
as you might say.

How much
is it worth?

Four thousand
dollars.

Hey...

And there's thousands
of them.

So he tells where he hid
the gold in the will.

Not likely. That old
black villain...

Ain't givin' anything
away for nothing.

Instead of telling where
he's hid the gold,

All he does is give us
the first clue.

And that's why we want
someone in Candleshoe.

Free to follow up the
other clues one by one.

And that someone
is you.

Yeah. Providing we can
convince the old dame...

That I'm long lost
what's-her-name.

We'll convince her
all right.

By the time we
finish with you,

You'll think
like that kid,

You'll feel like her
and act like her.

Ain't only the old lady
who'll believe...

That you're her
long lost granddaughter.

You'll believe it
yourself.

Play her the tune,
Clara.

- Hear that?
- What is it?

That, my girl, is your
passport to Candleshoe.

Kidneys and liver.
You can't eat them.

You also do not
like spinach,

Cabbage...

And boiled fish.

Who does?

You do like
bananas,

Shortbread
and rice pudding.

Rice pudding?

You adore it.

And you can't eat
strawberries.

They bring you out
in a rash.

Check.

"dear lady st. Edmund,
I'm writing to you...

"on a personal and
confidential matter.

Recently, I was in
the city of Los Angeles --"

You had two stuffed animals.
And you called them...

Teddy and piggy-wig.

I think I'm going
to throw up.

Teddy and piggy-wig.

teddy and piggy-wig!

And your mother's
favorite scent was lilac.

"I shall await your reply.

"respectfully yours,

"Harold w. Bundage,

Esquire."

"dear lady st. Edmund..."

"dear Mr. Bundage,

"you are not the first person
to claim to have discovered...

"my granddaughter,

"and I daresay you
will not be the last.

"however, if you will bring the
child to Candleshoe Tuesday,

I am perfectly willing
to meet her."

And don't seem
too eager.

Let it drop out careless-like,
all the things you remember.

Feel you've seen the old lady
before, house seems familiar.

Then, hit them with
the secret hiding place.

Right, Harry.
As soon as you're
safely settled in,

You start looking for
that second clue straight off.

Now, you remember
the first one?
Uh, yeah.

Uh, "for the sunrise student,
there is treasure among books."

I told you
to memorize it!

"for the sunrise student,
there is treasure among books."

Okay?
Yes, right.
The way I figure it,

The second clue should be
in the library.

But where?

If I knew where,

I wouldn't be sending
you to look for it.

You'll just have to go through
every book 'til you find it.

Pretend you're
a great reader.

Who, me?

There it is,
Candleshoe.

What a shack!

remember, you like bananas,
shortbread and rice pudding.

and I hate liver and
spinach and boiled fish.

- Relax, Harry.
- Right, right.

Harry, er, Harold
w. Bundage...

To see lady st. Edmund
by appointment.

Yes. Her ladyship
is expecting you, sir.

Your hat, sir?

If you will wait here
for a moment,

I will tell her ladyship
that you have arrived.

Ah, there he is.

Captain Joshua
st. Edmund himself.

Thought he was clever, he did,
with his gold and his clues.

But he didn't know he was
coming up against Harry Bundage.

We'll see who comes out
on top, you or me.

If you will step this way,
her ladyship will see you now.

Whoa!

Be careful on this floor.
After 400 years of polishing,

It is a trifle
slippery.

You ought to have
a warning put up.

I will suggest it
to her ladyship.

Mr. Bundage,
m'lady.

How do you do,
Mr. Bundage?
Charmed, I'm sure.

This is miss brown,
miss Casey brown.
Hi.

How do you do?
Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Thank you, indeed.

Pretty neat pad you got here.
How many rooms?

Ah, I haven't
counted them.

Will you serve the tea
please, priory?

Tea, Mr. Bundage?
Oh, yes, please.

My, ah,
lady st. Edmund.

How do you
like it?

Milk, please,
and two teeny weeny lumps.

Two teeny,
weeny lumps.

Miss brown?

Oh, uh, you got
a cherry cola?

I'm afraid not, m'lady.
A glass of lemonade, perhaps?

Yeah, right.
Lemonade will be fine.

Now then,
Mr. Bundage?

Ah, well, m'lady,
I am a private investigator.

I was engaged to trace
a fifteen-year-old girl,

That had run
away from home...

To Los Angeles.
And quite by chance,

I came across the dossier
of this little girl.

She has a scar on her forehead
and another on her shoulder.

I understand your granddaughter
injured her head...

When she fell
off a pony,

And tore her shoulder
on some barbed wire.
Hey, thanks.

So, you brought her to me.
I wonder why.

There's no reward,
you know.

It would be sufficient reward
for me, your ladyship,

To know that I restored your
long lost granddaughter to you.

Yes.

Now, child.
Let me look at you.

- Your spectacles, m'lady.
- Thank you, priory.

I have what is called
failing eyesight.

Is there
something wrong?

No, everything's fine.

Would you care for
some strawberries?

Yeah, love 'em,
but I can't eat 'em.

I break out in hives
all over the place.
I always have.

I will have one of those
cookies, though.

Piece of shortbread,
perhaps?

Ah, is that
what it is?

Never had any, but I'll
try anything once, right?

Mr. Bundage said that
you were 4 years old
when you were found.

Do you remember
your parents?

Nope. Hey, this
stuff ain't bad.

What's that,
priory?

I beg your pardon,
m'lady.

I thought perhaps, as miss brown
cannot eat strawberries,

She might care for
a little pear condé.

That looks like
rice pudding.

I believe it is,
miss.

Hey, well what do you know?
I'm crazy about this stuff.

Even at the home,
I couldn't get enough of it.

Got a spoon?

Yes, of course, miss.

Priory?

I think we could do
with more hot water.
Very good, m'lady.

Excuse me
for a moment.

- Priory?
- M'lady?

Eat it!
I've had enough!

Strawberries?
Shortbread?

Rice pudding?

That was rather
unscrupulous of you, priory.

Quite right, m'lady.
Most unscrupulous.

We'll just let things
take their course.
Shall we, priory?

Mmm... Delicious!

More tea,
Mr. Bundage?

No, thank you, your ladyship.
I'm quite content.

Why do you keep staring
at my fireplace?

I guess I must have seen
another one just like it...

Someplace before.

Except the one
I saw had...

A kind of
a hole in it.

A hole?

I used to hide
things in it.

It must've been in a movie
I saw, or a TV. Show.

Listen.
I gotta say this.

You seem like a really nice
old lady and everything,

But I ain't your
granddaughter.

What makes you
say that?

Oh, I don't know.
I just know it.

I've never seen you
before in my life.

All right, the truth is,
this guy over here...

Comes to me and says he thought
that I was that little girl,

The one that got lost,
and he says...

He's gonna bring me
to England to see you.

So I figure,
why not?

I get to ride on a plane,
get to go in fancy hotels.

What have
I got to lose?

But, uh... That's
all there is to it.

I see.

Yeah, well. Sorry if it's
a put-down or anything.

I guess we better
split, huh?

I'm most awfully sorry,
your ladyship.

I was absolutely
convinced that --

Thanks for the lemonade
and the rice pudding.

See ya.

Bye-bye.

Uhhh...

You did that
on purpose.

You rotten little scum.
You deliberately...

Shoved the whole thing
straight up the spout.

Priory?

Is there a loose brick
in the fireplace?
A loose brick, m'lady?

I don't think so.

How very odd.

Stay cool, Harry.
Relax.

Cool? Relax!
When I think of
the money I spent.

The fares,
the dinners.

And what I paid to that
bloodsuckin' Jenkins!

You gave him a bum check. You
probably stiffed the hotel, too.

You wait 'til
I get you home.
Harry!

Mr. Bundage?
Mr. Bundage?

What's that?
Her ladyship says,

Would you step inside
again for a moment?

You and the
young lady?

Why, certainly.
I'd be glad to.

So, after you left,
we examined the fireplace.

There was
a loose stone.

You're kidding.
And there was
something hidden...

In the cavity
behind it.

Do you recognize this?

That box?

No, I don't think so.

Look carefully. Are you
sure you've never seen it?

It's very important.

No.

No, although...

I don't understand.

Oh, my dear.
Oh, my dear.

Welcome to Candleshoe.

Welcome to Candleshoe!

Welcome to Candleshoe!

She didn't!
She bloody did!

"if you would be so kind,
Mr. Bundage,

"to go to town and return
with the child's things,

I would be most
appreciative."

She wouldn't even
let her leave.

She wouldn't let her come back
and get her bleedin' clothes!

Oh, Harry!
Harry!

Clara,

We are in.

We are in!
Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha.
La, la, la.

Come in.

I put these away but
they belong in here now.

Teddy and piggy-wig.

Why'd I call them that?
Teddy and piggy-wig?

That's what you called them
when you were little.

No foolin'.

But... Only, uh --

Yes?

I don't know.

It just seems to me they
should smell like lilacs.

That was your mother's
favorite scent.

Oh.

Good night, dear.
Yeah, good night.

Sleep well.

Yeah.

Dining room,
great hall,

Drawing room,
library!

"you'll just have to go through
every book 'til you find it."

There's gotta be
a million of them.

Hi.
Who are you?

I'm cluny.

You've missed breakfast.
Mr. Priory sent me to find you.

Check.

- Here she is.
- Hi.

Good morning, miss Margaret.
How about some breakfast?

Bobby, go and get
a fresh pot of marmalade.

Come and meet the rest of
the family, miss Margaret.
Listen.

If you don't mind,
the name's Casey.

If you prefer it.
Cluny you've already met.

Yeah, right,
I met Cluny.

Over here, struggling
with the churn is peter.

Hello, welcome
to Candleshoe.

This is Anna.

Hey, somebody catch.

Well held!

The acrobatic member
of the family is bobby.

Now, what about
breakfast?

No, this will do.

Are you sure?
Positive.

Anna, give her
a glass of milk.

Bobby, help me
with the separator.

When you've finished that,
you can help us make the beds.

You gotta
be kiddin'.

Margaret, my dear?

Her ladyship!
She's not
coming in here?

I hope not.

Casey, go and see
what she wants. Quick!

Hi.
There you are.
Good morning.

Were you
calling me?
Yes, I was,
actually.

I wondered if you'd like
to take a walk with me.

Oh, bother.
Priory!

- There you are, my dears.
- Good morning, grandma.

Hello,
grandmother.
Anna.

I see you've met
your new friend?

yes, grandmother,
in the kitchen.

Anna, would you go and
find priory for me?

Yes, grandmother.

now that your real
granddaughter's here,

Does it mean that
we'll be sent away?

Good gracious!

If I did that,
whom would I find...

To slide up and down
the great hall?

Splendid!

Yes, m'lady?

I seem to have mislaid
my spectacles again.

Will you keep an
eye out for them?
Of course.

And priory, fetch me
some stale bread.

I'm taking miss Margaret for
a stroll around Candleshoe.

Very good,
m'lady.

Priory?
M'lady?

Where are the fresh roses
I ordered for the hall table?

It's Mr. Gipping.

He's in one of his
cranky moods again.

He wouldn't let me
in his garden.

Wouldn't he, indeed?

It's not his garden,
it's my garden.

And so I shall tell him,
immediately.

Oh, m'lady, he'll be
having his cup of tea.

Good heavens.
Come on, quick!

Hey, what's
going on?
Don't tell her.

She'll have
to know.
Tell me what?

This place is
a nuthouse.

Gipping,
where are you?

Gipping!

Ah, there you are.

Gipping? I wish
to speak to you.

When I order roses
for the house,

I expect to
get roses.

Is that clear?

When ye give orders!
I dinna give a hoot
about your orders.

The flowers come first.

Oh, do they,
indeed?

You used to be a good,
pleasant gardener,

But in recent years,
you've become...

Tiresome
and crotchety.

So that's the way it is?
Crotchety, am I?

If I'd known there was
to be a grand party...

To assassinate my character,
I'd have put on my Sunday best.

Gipping, we are
discussing roses.

Can't folk go about
their work without
being subjected to insults?

You're gettin' the wind
up your drawers about nothin'.

Mr. Gipping.

You're a badgering
old woman.

I'll tend my roses
as I see fit.
Your roses!

Very well. If that
is your attitude,

You are dismissed!

Priory!

Priory!
Blimey.

Quick. Help.

Get the boots,
get the boots.

Priory?

Priory?

Psst.
Pssst!

Yes, m'lady?

I have dismissed
Gipping.

I wish him packed and out
of here by this evening.
I see.

You wouldn't care
to reconsider the
matter, I suppose?

Certainly not!
He was impertinent.

That's just
his way, m'lady.

And he would be very
hard for me to replace.

He would?
Very hard.

And I would make sure
that he had fresh roses...

For the hall
every morning.

You would?

Well...

Perhaps I might give
him one more chance.

But you may tell him
that this is positively...

His last.

Oh, m'lady,
the stale bread.

Oh. Thank you,
priory.

Margaret,
my dear.

I'm so sorry to have
kept you waiting.

That's okay with me.
I don't mind.
Good.

I'll tell you
what I think.

I think she's no more
related to Gran than,

Than the postman.

She's here
for a purpose,

And it's up to us
to discover what it is.

Those kids,
back at the house.

Are they related
to you?
Not really.
They were at...

A children's home just
outside our village.

It was terribly crowded and
I have so much room here.

So they agreed to
let them stay with me.

Somehow, we've
become a family.

Lovely, isn't it?

Yeah. Never seen
anything like it.

What's that
over there?

Oh, that is the boundary
of Candleshoe.

I don't suppose your experience
of family life...

Has been
a happy one.

What family life?
I'll tell you,

The only thing I remember
about family life...

Is nothing, zero.

One foster dump
to another.

I mean, who really cares
about a kid you take in...

Just for the welfare
money and food stamps?

It's a racket, just
like everything else.

The whole world's
a racket.

That's the first thing
I ever learned.

Get up out of bed in the
morning with your dukes up.

Got 'em up, the first
punch is yours.

I see.

Yeah, well,

Maybe you do and
maybe you don't.

But... You can't
go through life alone.

I ain't alone.
I got me.

Listen, if you don't
hand it out...

You don't have to worry
about not gettin' it back.

"to the sunrise student...

There's treasure
among books."

"to the sunrise student,
there is treasure --"

Who is it? Yeah?
Come on in.

It's me.
You awake?

Yeah,
I think I am.

How come you're
not in bed?

I've got something
for you.

What's that?
Garlic.

Garlic?
Garlic keeps
ghosts away.

Garlic keeps
everyone away.

Thanks, kid, but I don't
believe in ghosts.

Not even the ghost
of Captain Joshua?

His boots creaking
along the corridor,

In search of his
hidden treasure,

His sword, tap-tap-tapping along
the paneling at every step.

Better take the garlic.

Thanks, kid.

I like you.

Yeah, I like you, too.
Now beat it, huh?

Night.
Night.

Hey, kid...

Everyone else
in bed?

- Except me. Good night.
- Good night.

There's gotta be
a million of them.

Like a needle
in a haystack.

What on earth are
you doing here?

Uh, I was trying to find
a book to read.
In the dark?

I couldn't find
the light switch.

You gave me
a fright.

I thought you
were an intruder.
I gave you a fright!

I took a shortcut.

The house is full
of secret passages.

I came to find
a book, too.
On plumbing.

Isn't the gardener
any good at plumbing?

The gardener isn't much
good at gardening.

I suppose you're
wondering why --

Well, you might
as well know.

You'll find out
soon enough anyway.

There is no other staff
because we can't afford
to pay their wages.

You're kidding.
I'm afraid not.

The old lady --
I mean, grandma.

She doesn't know
you're broke?

We're not completely broke,
just a little near the edge.

We take in some money
on the tours.

Tours?
We open the house to
the public one day a week.

Then we sell eggs, fruit,
cakes, at the village market.

Usually we stay just ahead
of the rates and taxes.

This is a
big house.

There must be a lot
of junk you could sell.

Anything of any real
value went long ago.

The pictures are
nearly all copies,

Except for one or two which
aren't worth anything.

Well, now that you
know all our secrets,

I hope you'll
keep them.

Why not?
Good.

That really makes you
one of the family.

You were looking
for a book?
Yeah.

So was I.

Now, where did I put
"the plumber's help"?

"the plumber's help."

Last month, the roof
sprang a leak.

Now it's the
water tank.

Found what you were
looking for?

Uh, no.
I found mine.

"the care and maintenance
of t-joints and s-bends."

Just the thing for
bedside reading.

Good night.
Good night.

"the sunrise student..."
yeah.

"paths of glory
lead but to the grave."

That's it.
I found the clue.

International investment
advisers, limited.

Is that you,
Harry?
What? Yes.

It's her!

- Are you there?
- Of course I'm bloody here!

Where've you been?
Did you find anything
in that library?

You said all I had to do
was look through a few books.

Have you ever seen
that library?

Anyway,
it wasn't in a book.

Don't waste time telling
me where it wasn't.

Tell me where
it was!
In the window.

In the window?
Stupid little nutter.

What do you mean?
The stained
glass window.

You could only see it
when the sun was coming up.

It said, "the paths of glory
lead but to the grave."

The paths of glory
lead where?

To the grave.

It's a poem by a guy
named Thomas Gray.

I asked grandma,
you know, the old lady.

She says it's an elegy
in a country churchyard.

I'll call when
I find out more.

Hello? I'm not finished yet,
you little squid!

Clara.

Nip 'round to the
public library,

And ask 'em about a bloke
called Thomas Gray...

Who wrote a sort of...
Allergy about a graveyard.

Who were you
telephoning?

My stockbroker.

I told him to buy 400 shares
of alakazam salt and pepper.

Listen, you're up to something.
I want to know what it is.

No, you listen.

If you don't keep your
snout out of my business,

Your smeller'll wind up
where your ears ought to be.

well, I must be off.

I'll be back
by late afternoon.

You know that poem by Gray,
that churchyard thing?

Would you say it's
in the library?
Oh, yes.

We have a very nice copy,
signed by the author, I believe.

There you are,
my dear.

Return it when you're
finished with it.

good afternoon,
John Henry.

Good afternoon,
m'lady.

how are you today?

I'm in the pink,
as you might say.

And how is your
Uncle George?

I didn't think it necessary
to trouble you with the news,

But we've finally had to measure
him for his wooden overcoat.

Wooden --
we buried him
last week.

I'm sorry
to hear that.

But he's been ill for
some time, hasn't he?

Begging your
ladyship's pardon,

And being wishful
to do justice to all...

And not to speak
evil of the dead,

I must say, me uncle was
uncommon fond of the bottle.

He was,
you might say,

Distinctually
overpartial.

And it was that what carried
him off in the latter end.

John Henry, I hope that
will prove a lesson to you.

To me, m'lady?

Because in
recent years,

You have been known to take
a drop too much yourself,

And to be unavailable
to carry out your duties.

Oh, yes... I see.

I'm very sorry
indeed, m'lady.

You may take me
to the vicarage.

Wait until the meeting
is over and bring me back.
Very good, m'lady.

Shan't be long,
my dears.

Too much.

well, come on
back to work.

We've got 300 pounds
to make up.
If you're so
short of cash,

How come you don't
sell that old heap?

Grandmother would
hate it, that's why.

It doesn't belong to us.
It belongs to the bank.

Mr. Priory had to
borrow money on it
for last year's taxes.

Bobby and I'll get things
ready for the tour.

You can help me polish
the floor in the great hall.

Thank you, peter.
I said polish it,
not skate on it.

We'll start
the jam-making.

I left the apples
outside the back door.

Anna, you get the jam
jars out and wash them.

You can peel
and core the apples.

You can peel and core the
apples, queenie. I'm busy.

Just a minute, queenie!

Now, listen, you,
whoever you are.

You're going to do your share
like the rest of us.

Wanna bet?

If you don't do your share, it
leaves more for the rest of us.

What a pity.

Now, you
listen to me.
Gimme that book.

To keep Candleshoe going
we all have to work.

We have to work
very hard.

And we don't do it because
someone is forcing us to,

But because
we love gran,

Because we
like being here.

If you're going to stay here,
you've got to help.

Have I made
that clear?

Yeah.

Now, let me make
one thing clear, queenie.

Around here,
you're the help.

And I'm
the boss.

So you want to
play rough, do you?

Cluny, you shouldn't
have done that.
She asked for it.

All the same, it wasn't
a very nice thing to do.

Ow!

Go see what's stirring
up the chickens, bobby.

All right,
peter.

Cluny, no!

Nice try.

Cluny!

Oh, Cluny,
you shouldn't have.

Yeah, Cluny,
you shouldn't have.

Hey, get off
my back.

That wasn't
very nice.

Ha!

You gotta
be kidding.

Ow!

Let go.

Ahhh!

Stop it!

Are you
all right?

Yeah,
I'm okay.

I'm fine.

You ought to be ashamed of
yourselves, two against one.

And what's grandmother going
to say when she finds out?

We had the nicest meeting
we've had in months.

No, thank you.

That dreadful man,
Quartermaine, was away...

Dipping his sheep or
whatever it is he does.

We made final plans
for our autumn bazaar.

We discussed combining the
Christmas eve entertainment...

At the town hall with the
church supper on Christmas day.

And then we pledged to raise
100 pounds above our quota...

In this year's
red cross drive.

Then we had tea.

The vicar told us some stories
about his youth in India.

You know, Gipping is doing
much better with the flowers.

Do you think you'll
see him this evening?

It is a distinct
possibility, m'lady.

You may tell him
I am pleased.

And then the vicar told a
funny story about an elephant.

Why do you let your hair
hang over your face, dear?

It covers
your lovely eyes.

Push it back.

Push it back,
Margaret.

Oh!

And what happened to you,
might I ask?

You want to know how
I got into this mess?

All right, I'll tell you
what happened.

I was sitting in the
vegetable garden reading,

Minding my own business,
when Cluny came up to me.

Yeah, she came up
to me and uh...

And uh...

She wanted me to help
her with a few things.

I said,
"sure, why not?"

I get up to go,
trip over a garden hose,

Bang my eye on a rake, and
fall tail over tea kettle...

Down the hill
into the pond.

Could I have some more
mashed potatoes, please?

Priory,

You will tell Gipping to
be more careful in the future...

Of where he puts
the garden hose.

I'll be very sure
to do that, m'lady.

In a country churchyard.

Ahhh!
Shut up!

You miserable,
double-crossing little worm.

Thought you'd
hold out on Harry?

After all he's
done for ya.

I wasn't gonna
hold out on him.

I saw the church,
and I thought maybe --
yeah.

By a stroke of good
fortune, so did I.

Elegy in a
country churchyard.

Well, that's his
grave, ain't it?

Yeah, look at it.
Look at it, nothin'.

Just his name.
And when he died.

Maybe that's the clue,
when he died!

Maybe that
means something.

Like what?

He didn't know when
he was gonna die.
We oughta dig him up.

Dig him up!
Ahhh!

Ahhh!

What is the
matter with you?

Do you want to wake up
the whole house?

Here!

The old devil!

"he followed the eclipse
for riches and fame,

And if ye would prosper,
do ye the same."

Thomas Gray.
In a country churchyard.

The cunning
old devil.

Do you think that's the
next clue then, Harry?

Of course it is.

Anything to do
with an eclipse.

Now, you go through that old
house from top to bottom.

Don't you do nothin' else.
Do you hear me?

Get back to the house
before they miss ya.

I'll be in touch. You
better have something for me.

Aren't you going
back to London?

I can't. The loan sharks
are after my gullet.

But you
listen to me.

If they chew me, I'll chew you.
Don't you forget it.

I could feed you to the fishes
and no one would ever know.

I hope you don't
think he's joking.

Have you ever seen anyone
who's been fed to the fishes?

Very nasty,
that is.

Now and then a person is
hauled up out of the sea,

And the authorities looks at
'em through squinched up eyes,

And says, "ooh,
what a horrible mess.

I can't bear to see it.
Throw 'em back in."

And that's the end
of that person.

And that's what'll happen
to you if you don't ...

Do what's expected of ya.
So just you remember that.

I got you the first
two clues, didn't I?

Yeah, well, you better find the
next one and be quick about it.

Go on, hop it.

Good morning.
Hi.

Good morning,
Casey.
'morning.

You slept late.
Yeah.

Would you
like a scone?
Yeah, thanks.

Thanks.

I said Casey,
not you.

The rest
are for tea.

When's the last time you heard
about an eclipse around here?

Bobby, make yourself useful.
Polish that.

Eclipse of the sun
or of the moon?

Either.

Not for some time.
Why do you ask?

No reason.

Look what I found.

A cucumber!
He loves cucumber sandwiches.

Who does?

Today's the first
Wednesday of the month.

So what?

It's the day
colonel Dennis comes to tea.

Who's
colonel Dennis?

- More tea, colonel?
- Yes, thank you very much.

By Jove, they are delicious,
these cucumber sandwiches.

Really my favorite.

I remember
the club in Kanpur.

Me syce always used to
bring me cucumber sandwiches...

Every afternoon.

You know,
the dear vicar...

Was talking about
India yesterday,

And he said that
a syce was a groom.

Yes, of course,
quite right.

Yes,
slip of the tongue.

Me syce used to bring me horse
every afternoon, me black horse.

Satan?

Satan,
dear old Satan.

Yes. Oh, many's the gymkhana
I've won with dear old Satan.

It was at the time
of the game maneuvers.

Does he really
ride that good?

Not likely. Mr. Prior
is terrified of horses.

"Dennis," he said, "you haven't
bought that brute, have you?

You'll never get on his back."
well, I took old Satan,

And I went over those jumps
three times, full gallop.

Where are you goin'
with those?

I forgot to put
out the scones.

Wait a minute.

I think I've
got an idea.

Splendid, but
very dangerous.

One doesn't consider danger
when one is a soldier.

Oh, Margaret.

My dear child.

Colonel, you haven't met
my granddaughter, Margaret.

I'm delighted.
Hello, there.

What are
those?
These are
some scones.

Mr. Priory thought the
colonel would like some.

You have met
Mr. Priory, our butler?

Yes, of course.
Splendid fellow.

Well, I must be on my
way now, don't you know.

Delicious tea.
Delightful company.

My dear colonel Dennis, your
visits are much too short.

They bring a breath
of the outside world.

How fortunate
it was for me,

That you moved into
the neighborhood,

Just when my last,
old friend left.

Oh, I wouldn't miss me monthly
visits for all the tea in china.

Ah, hello, children.
All well?

Oh, yes, colonel Dennis.
Thank you.

Good boy.

Is that your horse?
Yes, a bit of
a nag, actually,

But all right for just
hacking around the countryside.

I've never seen
a saddle like this.

Where I come from,
they're all western saddles.

Is it hard to ride on one
of these itty bitty things?

No problem really, a case
of firm knees, good hands.

It beats me how you
stay on one of these.

Say, could you
show me, colonel?

Now? Oh, well,
some other time.

Please?
The animal's tired.

I rode him pretty hard
coming over here.

I have to walk
him home.
Grandmother?

My dear colonel,
do please indulge the child.

And me, too. I've never
seen you on horseback.

- Yes, well, ah...
- Please. Please.

Please.
Please.

Let us see you gallop up the
drive in true cavalry fashion.

Well, anything to give
you pleasure, of course.

You're not going to mount
from that side, are you?

I'm just checking this rubber,
leather business here.

- The girth, sir.
- I know it's the girth.

It's regimental policy.

Always check the girth
before mounting.

Just you wait.

How do you get
this thing started?

You gotta hit it
with this thingamajig.

Whoa!

The colonel's horse must be even
more mettlesome than Satan was.

Ow!

Did you see him going up
the stairs with the tour?

He had to go up
one at a time.

Laugh all you like,
but just remember,

He who laughs last,
laughs last.

Well, how
did we do?

I'm afraid the forecast
for rain didn't help much.

With the takings for today's
tour and the refreshments,

We're still a
hundred pounds short.

A hundred pounds?
Really?

When do you have
to pay the taxes?
In a week.

Eight days,
to be exact.

Come on, now. Cheer up.
We still have time.

We still have a few things
we can take to Mr. Thresher's,

And next Saturday
at the market,

We'll sell more
fruits, vegetables, jams,

More of Cluny's cakes,
than we've ever sold before.

Right?

Right!

Now, you finish
setting up this stall.

We'll take this stuff
over to thresher's.
All right.

All right?
Come on, peter.

I hope we
do well today.
We have to do very well.

We've never taken in
a hundred pounds before.
You haven't?

Maybe your sales technique
needs a little overhauling.

Sales
technique?
Yeah.

It ain't what you got to sell,
it's the way you sell it.

Okay, okay,
walk up folks.

You've never seen such enormous
eggs in all of your life.

You can dice 'em,
slice 'em, poach 'em,
fry 'em, scramble 'em.

We've got brown large,
white large, white small ones.

Anything you like.
They're fantastic!

And every one laid by that
famous hen, Murabelle.

Walk up, folks,
walk up.

If you're lucky, you'll get the
last Candleshoe vegetables...

Grown by the famous
gardener, Gipping,

Who once worked
for the queen,

And grew cauliflowers
at Buckingham Palace.

Who wants
enormous eggs, now?

- I'll take a half a dozen.
- Glad you got here early.

In about a half an hour they'll
all probably be sold out.

Oh, well, in that case,
I'll take a dozen.

A dozen
for this lady.

Don't miss out on
these gingerbreads,

Which Captain Joshua st. Edmund
took on his voyages.

Guaranteed to ward off
headaches, scurvy, and wind.

You can't
say that.

Why not?
We're selling them, aren't we?

Cakes, delicious
home-baked cakes.

Five pence, please.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Twenty-five pence, sir.

It's, uh,
reduced from fifty.

Do we have enough?
How did we do, Mr. Priory?

Unbelievably,
wonderfully splendid.

The most splendiferous
market-day we've ever had.

We've made up
the hundred pounds?

With what we've
sold to thresher,

And Casey's
salesmanship,

It's simply disgraceful.
Oh, dear. It looks like rain.

Her ladyship's all alone in
the house. She hates thunder.

Casey, hop on your bike, go on
home. Here, take this with you.

Go on, go on.
Come on, pack up.

Get the eggs,
cake, jam.

Take my
sweater.
No, don't worry
about it.

I've got my jacket and there's
an umbrella for the cart.

Okay.

Bobby, get those empty boxes.
Put them on the cart.

Okay.

Peter!
Coming.

Bye.

Get that end.

Grandmother?

Grandmother?

Who's there?

Who's that?

Quiet!
Do you want the world to hear?

What are you doing here?
Did you put the lights out?

No, must be the storm.
Why haven't I heard from you?

And what was all that la-dee-da
stuff in the village market?

Buy my eggs.
Small, large, brown, white.

Boil 'em, fry 'em.
What's all that?

Well, ah, I gotta pretend
like I'm one of the family,

Don't I?

You've got to
find that treasure.

That's what you've got to do.
No muckin' about, do you hear?

What does eclipse mean?
Do you hear?

Well, uh, I don't know just yet,
but I'm working on it.

I really am.
Priory?

Children?

No.

It's me, Casey.
Ah, Margaret.

You keep that old lady out of
here or she gets it with this.

Now, get rid of her.

Oh, Margaret,
my dear.

Oh, I'm so glad
you're back safely.

Where are the others?
They're still in town
with priory.

In this dreadful weather?
They'll be back pretty soon.

Every time there's an electrical
storm, our lights go dead.

Priory always knows
how to fix them, though.

What we'd do without him,
I can't imagine.

Oh, I must go and
dress for dinner.

Hey, what are you
doing with that?

What's it look like?
I'm taking it.

That's the money
for the taxes.
It's going to save my hide.

It will help
to feed the loan sharks.

Say you were
attacked by a burglar.

If they don't pay the taxes,
they'll have to leave,

And I won't be able to
search for any more clues.
So much the better.

We'll have the place to
ransack from top to bottom.

Harry --
keep working on
that eclipse.

I won't let you.

Get out of here!
Harry!

Have you
gone balmy?

Harry, wait please!

Let's get
out of here.

- Don't, Harry.
- Get out of the way.

- Get out of the way!
- Please don't!

Get off!
Get off, I said.

Stop, Harry.
Get her off.

I've checked all the
wardrobes upstairs, m'lady.

And I'll see that these other
things, gramophone and so on,

Are all sent on
to your new address.

Thank you, priory.

My husband and me
on our wedding day.

A most handsome
couple, m'lady.

Yes.

And this is my dance
program from the ball...

We held for the prince
of wales at Candleshoe.

The prince asked me
for every dance.

My husband
was furious.

His royal highness
was a most striking man.

I remember
the waltz.

I believe I still have
a gramophone record of it.

Here it is on top.

We had glorious
times here, hadn't we?

I thought the dancing at
Candleshoe would never end.

But, it has
at last.

No.

Soon, perhaps,
but not so long as I am here.

Please play the
gramophone record, priory,

And you and I
will waltz.

Oh, no, m'lady.
Absolutely not.
I insist.

M'lady, it wouldn't
be appropriate.

Would it be appropriate
if I were to waltz
with col. Dennis?

I'm sure he dances
better than he rides.

You did him
very well, priory.

You knew?

We were playing games
with time, you and I.

And I thank
you for it.

M'lady, I'm
terribly embarrassed.

You needn't be.
I'm very grateful,

For your splendid talent...

And even more for
your compassion.

And now, if you please,

The gramophone record.

we're here to
see Casey brown.

yes, she's in the end bed.

Hi.
This is for you.

Thanks.

These are
for you, too.

They're plums.
They're nice and squashy.

Thanks.

How are you
feeling?
Okay.

Hey, you're right.
They are kinda squashy.

Haven't caught
the thief yet.

No?

The police haven't
got anything to go on.

Like I told 'em,
I never saw his face.

You were in
the kitchen with him.

You chased him all
the way to the road,

Tried to stop his car,
and never saw his face?
It was dark.

Well, we've come
to say good-bye.

What do you mean, good-bye?
Where are you goin'?

We've got to go back
to the children's home.

Candleshoe is being sold
to pay the rates and taxes.

What about grandma?

there's a place
the county has.

It's very nice, really.
Lots of people her age.

You're putting me on,
aren't you?

Gran stuck in
an old folks home?

With the house gone, there's
nowhere else for her to go.

Look, Casey, if there's
anything that you know,

And you haven't
told us --

I don't know anything,
anything.

Well, I'm afraid we must go.

Yeah.

Hey, thanks
for the plums.

Bye, Casey.

We'll miss you.

Don't lose
your garlic.

I won't.

Good-bye.

Hey, queenie!
All of you!

Come on back. I've got
a few things to say to you.

this was the last clue.

"he followed the eclipse
for riches and fame."

"and if ye would prosper
do ye the same."

Well, it's
perfectly simple.

The eclipse
was a ship.
A ship?

Captain Joshua's
ship.

There's a picture
in the house...

Of Captain Joshua aboard the
eclipse accepting the sword...

Of a Spanish captain,
whose ship he had captured.

Of course,
that's the clue.

Come along, everyone,
it's hanging in the hall.

M'lady.

It's not hanging
in the hall.

You sold it, Mr. Thresher?
You sold my painting?

But m'lady,
it was my painting.

You sold it to me, that is.
Well, Mr. Priory sold it to me.

It was quite proper for you
to sell the painting,

But it is imperative
for us to look at it.

Who did you
sell it to?

I sold it
to an American lady.

She said that
Captain Joshua...

Reminded her
of her father.
Another pirate, no doubt.

I had it packed up and sent
down to Hambledon station.

It's leaving on the
12:20 for London.
12:20.

Yes, from there it's
taken down to Southampton...

In time to be put aboard
the Queen Elizabeth.

Get in the car, peter.
We're catching the 12:20.
But it's 12:15 now.

The 12:20 hasn't been
on time for eight years.

There goes
the 12:20.
At 12:20.

What a terrible time
to break a perfect record.

This is the last stop
between here and London.

Are we
licked?
Of course not.

Give chase, priory.
We'll flag them down somehow.

everybody out.

Priory, you parked my car
across the tracks.

Yes,
m'lady.

But if the train doesn't
stop in time --

Of course it will stop.
They have marvelous brakes.

M'lady.

I shall remain here,
thank you.
But, m'lady.

You just said it
would stop in time.

Yes, but --
they have marvelous
brakes, I believe.

M'lady,
I must insist.

I shall not
leave this car.

But just make sure
it does stop in time.

Very good,
m'lady.

Thank you,
priory.

Here now,
what's going on?

Do you mind if we have a look at
something in your baggage van?

That's the eclipse,
all right.
But where's
the clue?

Captain Joshua has his
sword through a document.

Is something
written on it?

"underfoot, in the great hall,
look high, look low.

Discover all.
Signed Joshua st. Edmund."

In the
great hall?
Underfoot?

Priory, do you
I have it, have the key?
M'lady.

Peter, go and get
my tool box. Hurry up.

- That map's here somewhere.
- Mr. Bundage!

Why the very idea!

What on earth
are you doing here?

Your ladyship,
good afternoon.

The place was up for sale,
and we thought we'd look around.

Until tomorrow, this house is
mine, and you will kindly leave.

I made a nice cup
of tea for you, Harry.

Blimey!

Grimsworthy!
What's she
doing here?

What are you
doing here?

You were dismissed for stealing,
and were told never to return.

All right, stow that talk.
Charlie, shut the doors.

- All right, grab her.
- Tally ho.

Ahoy there.
Come here.

Stay over here,
m'lady.

Got her.
Let go!

Ow!

let's call the police.

Ow!

Stop those two!

It's engaged.
It's what?

Busy.
Come on, hurry!

Ahhh!

I'll teach you
to kick me.

Priory,
the children.

We must see what's
happening to them.
I'll go,
m'lady.

Mr. Bundage,
put that down at once.

- Keep back.
- Let's not be hasty.

That treasure
is gonna be mine,

Or it ain't going
to be nobodies.

This is
an emergency.

No, there's nothing
wrong with my phone.

Gimme that!

Gotcha.

Come on.

Hurry!

- Hello, operator. Operator!
- Hey, get off that phone!

Look out!
Get off!

Get him!

All right, quick.
Go for the police.

What about
you?
Go, quickly.
Get the police.

No, go on.
Go, go.

Hey, Clara!

Quick, m'lady.
This way.

Priory!

You swine!
My regimental tie!

Did peter
get away?
I don't know.

Cluny, you better go
for help, too, just in case.

Look out!
Here duck.
They are.

You get
the little one.

Come here.
Gotcha!

What's
happening?

Coochi, cooch.

And don't
come back.

Everyone in the
great hall, quick.

M'lady,
please.

Casey, find something
to wedge the door.
How about that?

Do you think
that's gonna hold?
No.

We must barricade
it as well.
The iron sailor?

Good thinking. Everybody help.
Mind the ax, m'lady.

Push.

Well, don't stand there.
Get 'em.

Ahhh!

What's
going on?

Captain Joshua,
you old rogue.

I'm not very good
at good-byes.

Apparently not.
Where are you going?

I don't know.
Back to l.A., I guess.

I see.

Yeah, well, listen.
I never belonged at Candleshoe.

I pretended I did,
but I don't. All right?

Not enough excitement
here for you?

You gotta
be kidding.

Perhaps it's the people at
Candleshoe you don't care for.

Priory,
the children.

Yeah,
they're okay.

Perhaps
it's me.

Yeah, okay.
You got it. It's you.

I mean, I came here
to do a number on you.

You know,
straight hustle.

I mean, I didn't know you,
and I didn't care.

But now.

But now?

Now, uh...

Now,
it's different.

Thank you.

I'm very fond
of you, too.

I don't mind in the least
that you lied to me...

When you first came
to Candleshoe.

But my feelings would be hurt
very much if you lied to me now.

Do you really want to
go back to Los Angeles?

I've never cried
in my life.

Then, I think it's
just about time you did.

Come along,
my dear.

We're
going home.

Supposing your real
granddaughter shows up?

Perhaps,
she has.