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Welcome to Breedon Hall.

Please let me up.

But you know, we're not open to the

public.

I'm sorry, I'm...

We can't have just anyone dropping in.

Let go of me, you big gorilla!

I'm an American, I might have guessed.

And you, I take it, are supposed to

be an English gentleman.

Don't count on it.

Get off me!

You are trespassing.

For Pete's sake, what harm have I done?

Well, how about criminal damage to my peace

of mind?

If you hadn't yelled at me...

I wouldn't have followed up the one that

he came with!

You deserve to be yelled at!

You arrogant, overbearing son of a...

You know, you have sometimes fallen for me,

but none so dramatically.

That's better.

I'm Michael Breedon.

Michael Breedon.

And you are?

Still lying on damp ground.

Hello.

Hi.

Well?

Well?

Do you suppose you could open a gate

for me?

You mean you want to walk out?

I'm very conventional.

Thanks very much, I could find my own

way back now.

Where's your car?

In America.

How did you get here?

I walked.

From where?

Is this what you're looking for?

Sure is.

I think I'm entitled to an explanation.

Miss...

Miss...

What were you doing on my wall?

Any particular reason?

Hey!

It's a nosy American tourist!

Can I have a lift?

Not a plaything for an aristocratic bully.

Thank you.

My dearest daughter.

One last request.

Try to deliver this letter for me.

If Lord Breedon is still alive, put it

into his own hands.

Be sure you give it to nobody else.

And if he too is dead, destroy it.

All your life, you've been such a friend

and comfort to me.

Bless you, my baby.

I know you'll do this last thing for

me, if you can.

You're a loving mom.

Oh, no, you don't.

Don't what?

Invite you to dinner?

Surely cat burgling makes a girl hungry.

And how did you find me?

Miss Casey Cantrell, this is hardly London.

So, Annie tells me you're from Kentucky.

Oh, she does, does she?

I bet she just gives you full run

of the place.

Oh, it's a small, friendly world if you

live out here.

Downright feudal.

One if you ask me.

Oh, please.

Allow me.

Mr. Breedon.

Michael.

Please let me pass.

Michael.

Michael.

Thank you.

After all, we're hardly strangers.

Only a couple of hours ago we were

in each other's arms.

What do you want?

I want to know what you want.

I want to go eat.

All right, then.

You're a journalist, sniffing out scandals among the

English nobility.

What?

Why don't you tell me you've been staring

at me hard enough the past two hours?

Why did you let me take you to

dinner?

I was hungry.

I won't do.

I suspect an ulterior motive.

I've got no intentions of going to bed

with you.

Not at the moment, no.

You're after something quite different, but you're not

very skilled at deception.

So, what is it?

What do you do in Kentucky?

I have a small farm.

I train and board horses.

It's bluegrass country.

Thoroughbreds?

No.

I train them for pleasure riding.

And no men in your life?

Now, if you knew the first thing about

taking care of horses, you'd know there's no

spare time.

You're staring at me again.

Can I have my hand back, please?

What intrigues me is here you are, an

American tourist, touching down in the land of

your forefathers, and where do you go to

first?

The Tower of London?

Hampton Court?

Windsor Castle?

No.

You make Breedon Hall your prime objective, but

it's not even in the guidebooks.

Now, that I find distinctly odd.

Well, we Americans can be quite original.

Didn't you know that?

Look, how about paying a formal visit to

Breedon Hall tomorrow morning?

I would like you to come.

I'll have a surprise for you.

Is all this yours?

Yep.

It's beautiful.

Hi there.

Morning, Miss.

Oh.

It's a new son.

Morning, Dan.

Good morning, sir.

You'll note how Miss Cantrell has made a

beeline for our top statement.

Oh, this is Dan McGuire, my head groom.

Pleased to know you, Mr. McGuire.

He must be your pride and joy.

Three-times winner at Ascot, placed in the

Derby.

Wow, who is that?

The Red Shadow himself.

Come to collect the best filly we've had

for ten years.

Morning.

Shh.

Boarding Bridge is listening to Swan Lake.

Michael.

I've come to take that troublesome filly off

your hands.

He's a perfect filly, and you know it.

How are you?

I'm very happy to see you, as always.

And your lovely companion.

Casey Cantrell, Hampden-al-Dubai.

Not to be taken seriously.

An inexpressible pleasure, Miss Cantrell.

Hi.

That'll do, Hampden.

Why don't we go up to the house?

I'm sure we're all ready for a coffee.

A two-week vacation, but how can you

possibly see England in only two weeks?

I have a job.

It's all the time I can spare.

Well, I can't allow Michael to monopolise you.

You must come and visit me at my

house.

It's the other side of London.

Stockbroker country.

Not real old England, Casey.

And what is Breedon Hall?

A magnificent warehouse for antiques.

If it were mine, I should fill it

with wives and children.

But Michael fails in his dynastic duty, Miss

Cantrell.

I shall buy it.

I see it as a health bar.

Very profitable.

You'll have a job convincing my father of

that.

But what use is it to Richard?

He never comes here.

Your father lives someplace else?

Yes, in London.

Which is where you should be, Miss Cantrell,

charming as this rural backwater may be.

I'm driving back this afternoon.

Why don't you let me take you away

from all this?

Hamden.

Well, I should be getting back.

Yes, I'd love a ride, thanks.

Excellent.

Well, Hamden will be busy with Dan McGuire

till lunchtime.

That gives us a couple of hours.

You look good on a horse.

Not really about looking good, now, is it?

I'll rephrase that.

You ride very well.

You're damn right I do.

And modest, too!

Come on.

Thanks.

All right, Miss?

That was great.

Why do you suddenly have to be back

in London?

There's some things I need to do.

That can't wait?

Like coming to Breedon Hall couldn't wait yesterday.

I just have to get back.

In the holidays, he'd invite me down to

Breedon Hall.

Through university, our second-class honours degrees and

first-class romantic escapades to our present rivalry

and love and enterprise.

I've always been extremely fond of Michael.

Then you must know Lord Breedon very well.

Oh, he's like a second father to me.

What does he do?

My dear Miss Cantrell, men like Lord Breedon

don't do.

They control.

We're business associates sometimes, sometimes rivals.

We both enjoy the world of finance, although

I do think Richard Breedon takes it to

extremes.

He very rarely leaves his offices in Half

Moon Square.

Try to deliver this letter for me.

If Lord Breedon is still alive, put it

into his own hands.

Look, maybe if I just spoke to his

secretary personally.

We really can't let you upstairs without first

knowing your business.

I just want to give this letter to

Lord Breedon.

The fact that I don't live there is

irrelevant.

I still have a say in what happens

at Breedon Hall.

You don't, but I still need your signature.

Obviously.

When do you want to see me for

anything else?

Excuse me.

I intend to go ahead regardless.

I think you'll find that rather difficult.

Lord Breedon.

You are Lord Breedon?

Just see my wife to her car, would

you?

Sir?

Lord Richard Breedon.

Yes.

I've got a letter for you.

I'm Casey Cantrell.

Cantrell?

Yes, I just came over from the States.

Did you say Cantrell?

Yes.

Perhaps you knew my mother, Jessie.

I don't think so.

Jessie Cantrell?

The name means nothing to me.

But Lord Breedon, this letter is clearly addressed

to you.

It was my mother's dying wish that I

give you this letter.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to give you such a

shock.

I'm afraid you have the wrong man, Miss

Cantrell.

I...

Good afternoon.

But Lord Breedon, if you just look at

the letter, you could see that...

Hello?

Michael?

Yes.

The flowers are incredibly beautiful.

Thank you.

It was such a surprise.

Not what you'd expect from a...

What was it?

An arrogant, overbearing, aristocratic bully.

Can I really call you that?

And a guerrilla.

Well, you were being a bit aggressive, in

case you don't remember.

I remember holding you.

The flowers are lovely.

Should I describe them?

Casey, are you busy tomorrow?

No.

Well, I have to go to London to

the office.

I should be through by mid-afternoon.

Could we meet there?

Sure, yeah.

Great.

Good.

Look, I'll telephone you when I know a

time.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

It was my mother's dying wish that I

give you this letter.

I'm afraid you have the wrong man, Miss

Cantrell.

Hold me, Richard, please.

I love you.

Hello, Miss Casey Cantrell's room, please.

Hello.

Good morning, Casey.

It's Hamdan.

Hi, there.

You promised me you'd have lunch on my

yacht today.

I did?

Funny, I don't remember saying that.

No, but I'm sure you meant to.

Yes.

Thank you.

I'd love to.

Ah, Fording Bridge.

I shall need the car just after midday.

Ah, yes, sir.

That'll be Miss Cantrell.

I'll arrange the lunch.

Hi, there.

One minute.

Oh, Miss Cantrell, there's a call for you

on the centre phone.

Oh, thank you.

Hello?

Michael, hi.

The office here is in a terrible state

of shock.

Why?

What happened?

I've done a lot of work they can't

understand.

In fact, I now have time for a

decent lunch break.

Oh, I'm sorry, Michael.

I have other plans.

I thought you didn't know anyone in London.

Well, it's only Hamden.

He's invited me to lunch on his yacht.

Oh.

Oh, well, that's all right.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

No, thanks.

Too late.

Anyway, another glass and maybe you'll tell me

more about yourself.

There really isn't anything else to tell.

You must miss your mother very much.

I'd miss her more, I guess, if I

didn't feel...

She was right here beside me every moment

of the day.

She's the reason I'm here.

So Michael has an apartment here, you said?

Yes.

In that block over there.

Oh.

It is odd, isn't it, how often Michael

comes up in our conversation.

His father must be disappointed.

Not to have a line of heirs and

successors, like you were saying the other day

at Breedon Hall.

Well, Michael has always enjoyed the company of

women.

But he's never been able to bring himself

to somehow wholly trust one.

He thinks of some devious and calculating woman

lying in wait for him.

Hello, Casey.

Hello, Hamden.

Sorry I'm late.

Chicken?

Oh, Hamden, you know I don't like chicken.

Yes, I do, but I didn't invite you

to lunch, did you?

Oh, but I'm sure that you meant to.

I took the liberty of preparing salmon for

you, my lord.

Thank you, Fordenbridge.

Very thoughtful.

How do you like his little boat?

It's perfect.

You'll like the house, too.

I'm giving a party tonight.

Michael's coming, but we'll have an attractive escort,

I'm sure, whereas I, the poor host, have

none.

Won't you take pity on me?

You will enjoy yourself.

I really don't have anything to wear to

a party.

There's this little shop in Knightsbridge.

We could drive over afterwards, if you like.

Hamden, behave yourself.

As it happens, I have no attractive escort,

whereas Bluebeard here probably has dozens.

I'd be delighted if you'd come with me.

I understand that you persuaded my father to

come to your party.

Of course.

My parties are not to be missed.

Will you come with me?

I'd love to.

Hamden, don't you find there are some days

when nothing seems to go right?

Good night.

Bonne chance, mon ami.

Cheers, Alfie.

Thank you, Fordenbridge.

A pleasure.

Please accept this in the spirit with which

it's given.

It would just make me very happy to

see you wear it tonight.

Michael.

Oh.

Perfection.

Oh, I know, but you've got to let

me pay you back for this.

Can't you accept a gift graciously?

Not from someone I just met.

There are no strings attached.

I don't have to bribe my women.

I am not your woman.

Who chose it?

An old friend.

Stop fussing, or we'll be late for this

party.

No agreement, no party.

Don't be ridiculous.

The pleasure of seeing you wear it is

payment enough.

Okay, fine.

You win, okay?

Where did you get this?

It's my mother's.

Oh, surely not.

What do you mean, surely not?

This was very special to her.

She wore it as long as I can

remember.

I'm sorry, it's very similar to our family

crest.

Come on, let's go.

I'm hungry.

Come on.

Do you need some help, sir?

Oh, please, I'm flagging.

Oh, good.

Oh.

How can you pack so much food into

such a frail little body?

Must be my metabolism.

Anyway, I figure if I eat well, then

the champagne will not go to my head.

Pity.

Oh, no, you don't.

You are far too conceited to share the

credit of my seduction with a glass or

two of your old bubbly.

I think I better stand up while I

still can.

Brandon.

Richard.

Good party.

Thank you.

Michael.

Father.

May I introduce you to Casey Cantrell?

How did you meet this young woman?

I don't know what form of blackmail she

has in mind, but get rid of her.

Blackmail?

Whatever she says to you, you can be

damn sure she's lying.

Father, what is this?

You already tried it on me.

Yesterday afternoon.

Lord Braden, can I just...

You know my father.

Michael...

Will you explain yourself, Casey?

Michael, you're hurting me.

Get her out of my sight, Michael.

Look, I just want to...

I think you'd better come with me.

Michael, what are you doing?

Or does everybody around here act like this?

The whole plan, was it?

No, it wasn't, Michael.

I wanted to tell you, but I didn't

feel like...

Well, you'd better start explaining now.

Michael.

Michael, can I have a word with you?

Michael!

Michael, what are you doing?

In here.

Why did my father say you were blackmailing

him?

I needed to see him.

I had to.

Why?

To give him a letter.

Ask him for money?

No.

And I was just another means to an

end?

No.

I...

I just...

I needed your help to get the letter

to him.

I'll believe what you want.

How far were you prepared to go to

get what you want?

Not like this.

Oh, Casey.

Go.

My beautiful Casey.

Please let me go.

I can't.

I shan't ever do that.

No.

I need you to listen to me now.

Not here.

Oh, Jesus.

Get in the air!

Jess?

Hold me, Richard,

please, till it's over.

Always.

Always.

I love you.

You hardly know me.

Doesn't matter.

I love you.

I shan't ever feel like this again about

anyone, ever.

See?

Hamilton.

That young woman.

Find out about her.

Richard.

I don't understand this, but Casey is here

as my guest.

I don't care.

Find out about her.

Spend some time with her.

Under normal circumstances would be a pleasure.

She's very attractive.

You've stolen his women before.

And he's stolen mine.

It's a game.

No one gets hurt.

But this time, I suspect it's not a

game for Michael.

It's certainly a game for her.

I think you're wrong, Richard.

I very much doubt it.

Thanks, Gary.

Cheers, pal.

Oh, my God, my bag.

What about your bag?

I think I left it behind.

We were dancing, and I put it down,

and you grabbed me, and I...

Oh, Casey.

Your bag will be returned.

Michael.

It has the letter to your father in

it.

Well, I'll phone Hamden.

Don't worry.

Well, yes, but I...

I said don't worry.

My mother gave it to me.

I know he recognized it.

Oh, it is the family crest.

And I have seen this before.

There's a portrait in the library of Breedon

Hall of my great-grandma wearing a pendant

very similar.

Michael, what if your father gave this necklace

to my mother?

It's not the sort of thing you just

give away.

How else would she have come by it?

I think they knew each other.

I think they knew each other very well.

Safe in my arms again How I long

for that moment when You are here with

me Just as close as can be Safe

in my arms again Grey skies will turn

to blue And the sun will come shining

through When the world is free How long

are you going to be back in London,

Richard?

Some months, I suppose.

Until I can wangle another postcard.

You want to go back on ops?

There will come an end to these dark,

lonely nights And we will walk again beneath

the stars Our love will be more than

just a memory And underneath the moonlight I'll

hold you tenderly Safe in my arms again

How I dream of that moment when What

did you say her name was?

Your new flatmate?

Cantrell.

Jessie Cantrell.

You'll meet her later.

I'll be holding you Safe in my arms

again Cheers,

Emily.

Happy landings, Richard.

Here she is.

Don't ask about her husband.

She cries herself to sleep often enough as

it is.

Emily, I was afraid you might have had

to go back on duty.

I shall in a minute.

Jessie, this is Richard Breeden.

My flatmate, Mrs. Frank Cantrell from Kentucky.

Hello.

How do you do?

How on earth could they have met?

As far as I know, my mother never

came to England.

Did she ever talk about friends who lived

in Europe?

Surely somebody.

Well, there was one name, a Billy Cooper.

It's in her address book back at the

hotel.

It's late.

I really think I should go.

It's not what you want to do.

Since you fell off that wall into my

arms, I've wanted you.

And it hurts in the house tonight.

I...

Oh, my God.

It's too soon.

She was there to save you.

We know each other.

We know everything we need to know.

Evening, your Lordship.

This can be our place.

Always.

Whenever I have a pass, I'll meet you

here at 9 o'clock.

I shall look for you every night.

Richard.

Oh, Jess.

It's a beautiful view.

I love surprising you.

Oh, and you do.

How long you been awake?

Just long enough to start the coffee.

How very domestic.

Do you have somewhere you have to be?

Yep.

By 10 o'clock.

So unless you want to be ravished in

front of the whole of Chelsea Harbour, I

suggest you come back inside quickly.

So, will it be coffee first or ravishing?

Coffee.

Yes.

Yes, Richard.

He is with her now.

Well, he's coming in this morning.

I'll keep him here most of the day.

The rest's up to you.

Look, Richard, I don't like the idea of...

Okay.

Thank you.

Just a sec.

Guess who?

Honestly.

Hell, no.

A small gesture to console a lady who

was greatly embarrassed whilst a guest in my

house.

So, are you alone or is there somebody

in here with you?

Won't you come in?

I really am most very sorry.

I'll look for you afterwards.

Oh, I left with Michael.

Oh, thank you.

It is still in there, the letter to

Lord Breedon.

I can assure you Fordingbridge has guarded your

property with the devotion he scarcely gives to

mine.

I don't know how I can thank you.

Casey, I'd like to help.

Oh, I don't see how...

Unless you can help me find the Duke

of Argyle.

Oh, it's a duke now, is it?

Hampton.

It's a pub near Windsor.

Excellent.

We'll take a picnic on the roof.

Hampton?

Well, why not?

Oh, Hampton, this is glorious.

If only...

If only what?

Nothing.

If only Michael were here.

Casey, for years I have known Lord Breedon

as the most obane and civilized of Englishmen.

Without extreme provocation, he would never, never make

a scene in public.

That's his problem.

I haven't got any secrets.

But I tend to think he might.

Well, let's hope you're all the lovely things

you seem to be.

But remember, I'm devoted to Michael.

Anyone upsetting his apple cart would have me

to reckon with.

Me too, Hampton.

I'd be right there before the apples hit

the sidewalk.

Come in, Michael.

I want to talk to you about last

night.

And Casey.

He didn't do what I asked.

He didn't get rid of her.

No.

Why not?

Several reasons.

One being that I'd never before known you

to be so unreasonable.

Just for once, Michael, don't ask any questions.

Please do as I ask.

No questions, Dad.

Not, how could Casey blackmail you?

Not, how did her mother get our family

pendant?

Please go away, Michael.

It was my grandmother's pendant.

I shall wear this to keep you safe.

Loving you will keep me safe.

I couldn't bear to lose you too.

Oh, Jess.

I can't go through it all again, Richard.

You won't have to.

We'll see each other whenever I can get

to London.

I think not knowing is the worst part.

Not knowing if you're safe in England or

out over Germany.

Hold me, Richard.

Please come back safely.

I promise.

Sir.

Oh, well done, Fording Bridge.

So that's Billy Cooper.

Yes, it is.

It's the landlady.

She seems to have known Miss Cantrell's mother

many years ago.

Though I did think that Miss Cantrell's mother

had never visited England.

I can't believe my mom was here during

the war.

I just don't know why she never told

me.

She and Frank have been married no more

than a week, then he was posted to

Europe.

So Jessie ups, packs her frocks, comes to

London to be near him.

Not that she sees much of him.

It's a very hush-hush mission.

They were dropped behind enemy lines.

So that's when Dad was so badly wounded.

We were all so bloody young then.

Planting explosives in the dark, I ask you.

Your dad would have been all right if

he hadn't tried to save my Joe.

Bad, it was.

Can't have been much of him left worth

saving, poor lamb.

So what did my mom do while she

was here all the time?

She wangled her way over as a singer.

She sang with some of the big bands.

My mother?

A singer?

Yes, and she was good, Casey.

She was very good.

When the mission went wrong, she thought your

dad was dead.

George, I'd like you to run a check

on someone for me.

Casey Cantrell.

American, Morrow, Kentucky.

She breeds and trains horses.

Apparently, here on holiday.

Mainly her past, background, family, contacts, that sort

of thing.

Anything you can find.

Particularly what she may be doing here, apart

from having a holiday.

There was a bloke your ma liked a

lot.

He was in the RAF.

I remember the first time he saw her.

He couldn't take his eyes off her.

He came into the Half Moon Club with

this snooty bit, Emily.

Lady Emily, if anyone spoke out of turn.

I remember her because your ma shared a

flat with her for a few months.

Trouble was, Emily's bloke was more interested in

your ma than her.

Do you think my mother and this Air

Force officer were...

...close? Didn't do to ask too many questions

in those days.

We took our comfort where we could find

it.

I don't know what was going on.

Richard.

That's right.

His name was Richard.

Bombs away.

We have to bail out.

We do not bail out.

She's just come off stage.

Mrs Cantrell.

Richard, no.

That telegram stunned her, though.

She was absolutely knocked back.

What did it say?

That your father was alive after all.

That he hadn't been killed at all.

No, wait.

Fording Bridge is getting the umbrella for you.

Doesn't matter.

No, thank you.

Bye.

An exceptional young lady, sir.

At least you had a good day.

Dad was very hard work.

What's wrong?

I tried to talk to him about you.

About your mother.

He won't listen.

He won't talk to me.

I hardly recognize him.

Was your dad in the Air Force?

What, during the war?

Mm-hm.

Yep.

Why?

Because I think I may have found an

answer to some of our questions.

Really?

Mm-hm.

Well...

And if you're very good, I might tell

you what they are.

Mm-hm.

Come on, old chap.

Can hardly be classified information.

The poor man's been dead for years.

Cantrell.

That's right.

Frank Theodore Cantrell.

1944.

I still can't imagine my mother on stage.

Love can make a woman behave very oddly.

But I found out that that RAF officer

was your father.

He's not the type.

But fond as I am of the old

boy, I can't imagine him betraying any romantic

feelings whatsoever.

Love can make men behave oddly, too.

I'm not comfortable with this.

What?

I thought I knew my parents.

Now I find out they're not at all

what they seem to be.

So where does that leave me?

Here.

Where you belong.

When you talk about your mother...

I never...

really knew what was wrong between my mother

and father.

I suppose, in the end, it just wasn't

enough love.

Any love, it seemed, sometimes.

I guess I always knew my parents loved

me.

I'd want that for my children.

I guess I'd better get some salad.

I can see I'm going to go bankrupt

feeding you.

My mother always used to tease me about

my appetite.

I think that was an oblique way of

asking you to marry me.

Casey, I'm sorry if it wasn't a very

romantic proposal, but I've now experienced you're the

first woman I've asked.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

How can you be?

You don't even...

Because I've spent a very long time waiting

for what most people seem to encounter so

easily.

Now, at last, amazingly, it's happened.

I'm in love, and I intend to marry

you.

Please, you can't turn it down.

Yes.

I mean, no.

I'll make it right.

It is made up.

It's been made up.

Come in and see him with me.

I want him to read the letter first.

It's the first time in six months he's

been to the hall.

He's bound to be in a good mood.

Give him the letter.

Read it.

No, Michael.

Why, in heaven's name, don't you just open

it and find out what Jesse Cantrell wanted

you to know?

Its contents have no interest for me.

Well, they do for me.

I refuse to submit to blackmail.

Stop talking about blackmail.

Casey looks on this letter as a sacred

trust.

Michael, she's a tough little negotiator down on

her luck.

She's come across some old secret, and she

thinks she can exploit it.

Well, of course it's blackmail.

I refused to have anything to do with

her.

You were in love with Jesse Cantrell, weren't

you?

You gave her great-grandmother's pendant.

Can you deny that?

Not to you.

I did give that pendant to...

Mrs. Cantrell.

Because I believed that I knew her and

that she was worthy of it.

Later on, I found out that I didn't

know her at all.

She was absolutely worthless.

So you did love her.

I thought I did.

Certainly, my intentions were serious.

But she broke every promise without a backward

glance.

Anyway, she's dead now, so, I mean, it

really doesn't matter at all.

Whatever happened then, however much it hurt you...

you can't let it cast a shadow when

Casey and I are married.

When you are what?

I've asked Casey to marry me.

She slept with you?

How dare you?

How dare you belittle our feelings when you

don't even know Casey?

She certainly wasted no time.

Whatever you thought of Jesse, her daughter is

as honest as the day.

Michael, you've known for years what marriage has

been like for me.

I think that gives me the right to

ask you to listen to me.

How could you possibly understand?

There's no point in talking about marriage with

a man who's never been in love.

Well, then, sir.

Isn't it time you were home and dead?

You've been here quite a while.

I'm all right.

Thank you all.

Are you waiting for someone, sir?

I thought I was.

Emma.

Hello.

I've been expecting you.

Is Jesse here?

I'm sorry, Richard.

She's gone.

Gone?

Where?

When?

My dear, I really don't know.

When I came off duty, she and her

belongings had simply vanished.

She can't have just gone.

She couldn't do that.

Did she leave a note?

Nothing.

Darling, you look dreadful.

You'd better come in.

Get me back to town as quick as

you can.

She was telling the truth.

She really does run a writing stable.

On a modest income, her daddy could do

her needs.

She's quite creditworthy, and she doesn't have a

criminal record.

Whiskey?

Please.

And according to a short obituary notice after

her mother's death, the family are held in

high respect locally.

And the mother?

Tell me.

She was a tower of strength.

Her absolute dedication to her late husband is

recalled.

He was confined to a wheelchair.

Her second husband?

Her only husband.

Frank Theodore Cantrell.

No, no, no, no.

Check the data.

I have checked it, Richard.

Her first husband was killed in France in

1943.

Well, I know.

I mean, I knew her.

She was a widow.

Frank Theodore Cantrell was reported dead after an

exceptionally dangerous mission.

The resistance found him badly wounded.

They took him to a convent where he

was secretly nursed by nuns until it was

safe to bring him back across the Channel.

It was some months before he was even

identified.

Some months?

What, he was dead?

No.

He was left for dead.

How long have I known you?

Eleven weeks and two days.

And today, for the first time, you laugh

with no cares.

Just sheer joy.

I've come alive again with you.

Oh, you have so much to live for.

It's not just loving you.

You make me feel so safe.

I always trust you, Richard.

How do I know why he's changed his

mind?

Maybe he's been crazy all these years.

And I just never knew it.

Anyway, suddenly he's over the moon about our

marriage.

That's all that matters.

Maybe I'll catch him at the office before

he leaves.

Make sure it still is my father.

You're not very like your mother.

You knew my mother?

This is all most unfortunate.

Pardon me?

What is?

I take it your mother was the little

actressy person who shared my flat for a

time during the war?

That Jessie Cantrell?

You're not very like her.

Your name, it's Emily.

Oh, I see you know quite a lot

already.

But not enough.

Such a pity.

It was very wrong of your mother to

send you in quest of the Breeden family.

All communication between us ceased long ago.

Well, now that Michael and I are going

to be married, I...

What has your mother told you?

Nothing.

Nothing about anything.

As an old friend of hers, I'd like

you to take my advice.

Go back to America.

Lady Breeden, what is this?

Just go home without contacting Michael again or

offering any explanation.

No way.

I won't hurt Michael.

Take my word for it.

You have no hope of marrying him.

The reason is bound to distress you.

I'll risk that.

Very well.

I would have spared you, but...

You may have realized that while your father

was lying injured in France, your mother was

conducting an adulterous affair with my husband.

It wasn't like that.

You want proof?

When your father was brought to England, he

had appalling burns and needed specialist treatment.

Your mother left London to be near him.

I dare say she regretted her infidelity by

this time.

But too late.

Some months later, I drove a patient to

that same hospital.

Emily!

Jessie!

So this is where Frank is.

How's Richard?

Have you any news?

More to the point.

How's Frank?

Well, it's bound to take time.

They're trying to save his sight.

There's so little I can do except be

with him.

When he does see you, my dear, how

will you explain that?

Frank loves me.

That much?

Of course, you don't know, do you?

Richard and I were married just before he

went to the Far East.

My family had a shooting lodge in Scotland.

Private, remote from anywhere.

The baby was born there and registered as

mine.

You took her baby?

My dear child, she gave him away.

No.

No matter how difficult, no matter how ashamed,

she...

But with a husband likely to be a

permanent invalid.

Not my mother.

She couldn't.

But she could.

She cried, begged, pleaded with me...

To let her keep him.

To help her.

Was it like that?

I knew her.

Then you know she would want the best

for her baby.

He was Richard's child, too.

Does Lord Breeden know?

Of course not.

When the war ended and he eventually came

home, there was no need to tell him.

He could hardly wait to hold in his

arms the son and heir I'd promised in

my letters.

In your present state, you won't appreciate it,

but...

I took good care of your mother.

Michael has always been mine.

He can never be yours.

Even if I thought you were suitable, you

can never marry your brother, can you?

Here's to you and Casey.

Thanks for telling me about Jessie.

It's such a relief to know the truth

about her.

At last.

Tell me, Dad...

Why did you marry Ma?

Our families had always assumed we would.

I suppose we assumed we would.

Until I saw Jessie.

And when she disappeared, I didn't much care

what became of me.

I wasn't very fair to your mother, I

know, but...

I thought we might make a go of

it.

We had a lot of things in common.

Unfortunately, love wasn't one of them.

No more crying.

She's washing her face.

Thanks for putting up with me.

For not asking any questions.

I just didn't want to go back to

the hotel and...

You've been so kind.

I'm ready to go.

You can't fly back to the States today.

Just like that.

I don't have a choice.

No goodbyes.

Fording Bridge.

Bring the car.

Yes, sir.

Why?

I mean, what has she said?

Well, just that she must go.

I thought you should know, sir.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Casey, what's wrong?

Get me out of here.

Tell me what's happened.

Please, Casey, just tell me.

I've got a plane to catch, Michael.

I'm sorry.

What plane?

Why are you leaving?

Casey, you two have got to talk.

I refuse to believe it.

She could be lying.

It hurt her too much for it to

be a lie.

I know my father has no idea.

She didn't tell him.

He ought to know.

What's the point?

I never want to see her again.

Oh, you don't mean that.

To find out my mother isn't my mother,

that the woman I want to marry is...

Just stop it!

There isn't anything we can do about it

now.

What was she like?

Our mother?

I don't know.

I've lost her.

She must have been very special.

To go on loving someone for a lifetime

without seeing him.

I don't have to justify myself to you

after all this time, Richard.

You knew.

You knew Frank Cantrell had come back.

Which doesn't alter the fact that Jesse ran

out on you.

Why did you never tell me that he

was still alive?

Because he might have died at any moment.

He was in a bad way.

And then you'd have married Jesse.

No, a clean break was much the best

thing.

For who?

For her?

For me?

I went through agonies.

And you allowed me to.

I mean, all you had to say was...

Jesse knew I'd come looking for her at

the flat.

She left a message with you, didn't she?

Didn't she, Emily?

Dearest Jesse, I've been out of action for

a while.

I will explain.

Meet me on Tuesday in Half Moon Square.

I have a very important question to ask.

I love you so very much.

Richard.

What is it?

It's Frank.

He's alive.

He's in England.

Oh, you must be overjoyed.

They've told me he's terribly injured.

He might die.

I'll have to go to him.

Of course.

Can I help in any way?

No.

I must get in touch with Richard, but

I don't know where he is.

The important thing is to be with your

husband.

He needs you.

Of course.

But I can't go without explaining to Richard.

Write a note.

I'll make sure he gets it.

I'll pack right away.

I thought there

might have been a message from Richard.

Nothing.

She did leave a message, didn't she, Emily?

I won't be cross-examined like this.

It's too long ago.

You kept back something as important as that.

My God, Emily, I thought at least you

were fond of me.

Fond of you?

I loved you all the time we were

growing up.

And you were quite fond of me.

If you hadn't met Jesse Cantrell, it would

have been enough.

We should never have married.

If it hadn't been for Michael, I suppose.

You'd have left me almost at once.

I'm well aware of it.

Michael is my one consolation.

I asked you here because I wanted to

tell you that I'm giving Breedon Hall to

him and Casey as a wedding present.

There isn't going to be a wedding.

Of course there's going to be a wedding.

No, Richard.

Why?

You never really knew how much I loved

you, did you?

How much I wanted you.

And Breedon Hall.

I've always been willing to do anything to

get what I really wanted.

Oh, yes, I know you're unscrupulous.

Unscrupulous.

Yes, that's a good word.

What have you done, Emily?

With Jesse's help, I've cheated you.

I've lived a lie, Richard, ever since Michael

was born.

What's this?

Another file on Miss Kentrell.

It arrived this morning.

You think my investigations are in some way

responsible for this, I suppose?

I couldn't venture an opinion, sir.

I don't know what to say.

Except thank you for telling me.

It can't have been easy.

I wanted you to understand.

So you could help Michael.

Whatever has happened in my life, I have

never forgotten you.

And I have never forgotten our son.

I gave him to you because he was

all there was of me to give.

In staying with Frank, I did what I

thought was right.

I have been happy, I guess.

But I have always known that there was

a deeper happiness I could only have found

with you.

At the end of my life, I love

you still, as I loved you then.

What are you doing?

Don't ask any questions.

Casey, please.

Just trust me.

My Lord.

Casey.

I brought her back.

Please, I can't stay here.

You promised to trust me.

So trust me.

Richard, read this.

It's true.

The documentation, it's all there.

What's it about, Dad?

Just a minute, Michael.

I treated you very badly, Casey.

You'll never really know how sorry I am

for that.

Perhaps I might have the opportunity to make

up for it, though.

You and I have something in common.

We both loved Jessie very, very much.

And she loved us.

She talked about you in that letter.

And about the joy that you brought into

her life from the moment you arrived.

There is one thing she didn't say.

She and your father could never have children.

You were adopted.

When you were just a few days old.

Casey.

You loved Jessie, and Jessie loved you.

That's the important thing.

Just hang on to that.

And remember, Jessie sent you here to us.

We're your family now.

Forever and ever.

I don't know how many years will pass

before you read these words.

Or indeed, if you will ever read them

at all.

When you do, I hope you'll know that

I'm keeping my date with you in Half

Moon Square.

Even now, my thoughts go back to our

meeting place.

And the love I should have brought to

you.

Which has never changed.

Never grown cold.

I am yours forever.

Jessie.