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Max: This is my boss, Jonathan Hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H.

She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows

how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy, because when they met,

it was murder.

Max: I'm sorry about the driving Mr. H.

I just can't get used to cars

coming out on my right.

If you want, I'll take another stab at it.

Jonathan: Thanks, Max. But one stab was enough.

Max: I'm really looking forward to meeting Sir William.

Jonathan: I think you and Billy might get along well.

Jennifer: He's got a bit of a reputation

when it comes to women.

Max: I thought he just got married?

Jennifer: No, remarried.

His first marriage didn't fair too well.

Jonathan: Well, from what I hear,

Claire's got everything going for her,

including Billy's attention.

Jennifer: Billy's letter sounded

as if they were really happy.

Well, it shouldn't be much further.

I sure hope there's some money on the hunt

because I'm betting Mrs. H all the way.

Oh, Max, I don't think

they give odds on fox hunts.

Odd, isn't it.

Look out!

That was close.

Think how the fox must feel.

No, wait, no!

Another nightmare?

Claire: They're getting worse.

And I'm not getting any sleep.

See if you can compose yourself.

Remember, we're expecting guests

in the morning.

Oh.

Man: Good morning.

Max: Is this where Sir William lives all the time?

Jonathan: No, Max, he has a townhouse in London.

This is his weekend place.

Jennifer: He really knows how to enjoy his weekends.

Jennifer: Oh, isn't this beautiful, darling?

Jonathan: It certainly is.

Claire: Hello.

- You must be Jennifer. - Jennifer: Yes.

- Claire? - Claire,

- Claire Belgrave - How are you?

And this is Jonathan.

- Claire: Jonathan. - How do you do?

- How do you do? - And Max.

Max.

How do you do, Lady Belgrave?

Well, we're very indebted to your husband.

He was gracious about this invitation.

Yes, I'm sure.

See you later, Mr. H.

- All right. - I'm delighted you could come.

William's told me so much about you.

Shall we go inside?

Yeah.

Jennifer: Oh, darling, look.

Claire: The chestnut's Prince Valiant.

You'll be riding him in the hunt.

Beautiful.

This is a dream come true.

The Belgrave hunt is famous even in the States.

Well, it's a tradition my family's maintained

for over a hundred years.

Right through here.

Oh, Claire, what a beautiful room.

Thank you.

This table was given

to Josephine by Napoleon.

Really?

Uh, some of the family?

At least three generations of them.

Come on, this way.

William's out shooting.

Jonathan, Jennifer,

I realize this may sound a little strange,

but over the next few days I may need your help.

Something wrong, Claire?

It's William... Excuse me, Lady Belgrave.

Sir William is expecting his guests.

Of course.

Mr. and Mrs. Hart,

This is Arthur Lovejoy, our estate manager.

- Arthur: How do you do? - Hello.

- Arthur: How do you do? - Hello, Arthur.

Uh, this way, please.

William: Pull.

William: Pull.

Not bad, getting better.

William: Come on. Come on.

Right. Pull.

Jonathan: You're a little off to the right.

William: Jonathan.

Jennifer.

How are you, Jonathan?

It's good to see you again, Jennifer.

Billy.

Oh, we're feeling fine and you're looking well.

That's because I'm relaxing.

That's what I'm best at.

I see you've already met Claire.

- Jonathan: Yes. - Jennifer: Of course.

What do you say, Jonathan,

10 pounds a toss?

Oh, come on. You wouldn't try

to take advantage of me, would you?

Look at it this way.

The exchange rate is in your favor.

- Wish me luck. - I will.

I just saw the way he shoots.

Come and have a drink.

William: Come on, we'll choose a weapon for you.

Ah, this looks a good one.

Let's see.

This gun is filthy.

I've told you about this before.

If these guns get jammed,

they'll backfire and blow

someone's head off.

Let's see what's here.

That's better. Load this.

Come on, Jonathan.

Jonathan: I told you I haven't done this for a long time.

Oh, come on.

Thank you.

Pull.

Ooh.

Told you, I'm a little rusty.

I'm sorry, I didn't call for 20 pounds a toss.

It's never too late.

Well, you're the guest.

20 pounds it is.

Have another go.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Jonathan: Thank you.

Pull.

Jennifer: Great shot.

You know, Billy,

I think it's coming back to me.

Your turn.

I think I've been had.

Nobody's ever beaten you at your game.

Not yet anyway.

Pull.

And this is the kitchen.

Well, I have work to do.

If you're hungry,

Annie will find something for you.

Do not feel free to help yourself.

Don't you be scared of Cyril.

With all his airs and graces,

you'd think he was the master of the house.

Don't worry, Annie.

I've handled plenty of Cyrils in my time.

Mmm.

This smell is the best smell

I've smelled since I left home.

What is it?

- Oh, this? - Yeah.

This is tonight's supper.

Yeah, I'll give you taste, if you like.

Oh, thanks, Annie.

By the way, my name is Max.

Don't tell anybody, it's short for Maxwell.

Oh, well, I'm Annie.

I'm very pleased to meet you, Maxwell.

I'm more than please to meet you, Annie.

This here is Sir William's favorite.

Here.

Annie, that's fantastic.

Why don't I set out a couple of wine glasses

and you and I have dinner together.

Oh, no.

I'm too busy anyway.

I'll tell you what?

You eat now and then later on, after dinner

we'll have some wine together then.

- All right, love? - All right.

That's even better, Annie, thanks.

Max: I can't wait to taste real English cooking.

Hiya, Cyril.

How's it going, baby?

Just fine.

Thank you.

Seems Lady Belgrave's had another nightmare.

Oh, yes?

But it seems to me

that some people should mind

their own business.

Oh, thank you, Annie.

I believe Mr. Lovejoy's got himself

into a state about something.

Oh, him. I reckon

he thinks he ought to own this place.

He's not content with just running it.

Annie,

before I go home,

you got to give me the recipe for this.

This is terrific.

Annie: Oh, well the sauce,

there ain't nothing to it.

But it's getting the brains really nice and tender.

That's the trick.

Brains?

Can you spare one of those?

I guarantee it, Jonathan.

Prince Valiant will be the best

mount of the hunt.

With Jennifer as his weigh-in,

it'll be a sight Brandybrook will remember.

Jennifer: Oh, Billy, you're very kind.

Jonathan: I'm sure the fox will remember, too.

William: No fox anymore, Jonathan.

We ride off for a scent

which has been dragged across the ground.

The sport is the chase.

Jonathan: I'm all for that.

No, thanks.

It was a wonderful evening.

Oh, yes. Thank you, Claire.

It was lovely.

William: You've been awfully quiet tonight, Claire.

Are you feeling all right?

Just a little tired, that's all.

Woman: Coffee, sir?

William: Please.

Thank you, Cyril.

Well... Thank you, Annette.

You all have to excuse Claire.

With all the servants around here,

she obviously tires easily

watching them clean and cook for her.

If you'll excuse me, I have a slight headache.

Will you be up, shortly, dear?

Ah, I think I'll have a drop more of brandy.

I'll be up, later.

Why don't you run along?

I'll be up soon.

- Well, um... - Well, um...

I think we'll follow suit, Billy.

Yes.

- William: Good night. - Billy.

Thank you,

Billy, for a lovely, lovely dinner.

- Good night. - Jennifer: Good night.

Anything else?

I think I know what you're thinking.

You do? What's that?

That maybe Lady Claire Belgrave

is a little strange,

and that maybe you have second thoughts

about riding Prince Valiant in the hunt,

and that maybe we should pack up,

get out of here, and go home.

Well, actually, I was thinking that maybe

Lady Claire Belgrave

isn't quite as strange as we thought,

and I'm dying to ride Prince Valiant in the hunt,

and maybe we shouldn't pack up, get out, and go home.

So, I was pretty close?

Close.

Closer.

Claire: Well, we can show you a bit of the countryside

and then we'll take a look at the first cover.

Hello, hello. All set?

Fine day for it.

Come and see Arthur's hounds.

They are Dorset bloodhounds.

He breeds them.

- Jennifer: Hello. - There, boy.

No.

Here, give them something.

Oh, thanks.

Here.

Come on.

It's hard to tell from looking at them

but one of those little brothers

can tear a man to shreds.

- Ooh. - Right. We'll get started.

Right.

There we go.

Claire: Well, let's hope for a good ride today.

Where do you keep the foxhounds, Billy?

We don't keep them here at Brandybrook.

They'll be brought in on the day of the hunt.

How do you like him, darling?

William: Yes, Jennifer, what do you

think of Prince Valiant, eh?

He's beautiful.

Fine.

Let's ride.

- Jonathan: Are you all right? - Ah, it's my arm.

I think it might be broken.

Jonathan: Claire, what happened?

Are you all right?

Don't touch me.

Don't let him touch me.

Don't you see, he's trying to kill me?

Jennifer: How is she?

The doctor said it's just a slight sprain.

He's setting a sling.

Look, I hope you didn't let Claire scare you back there.

She's been under a lot of stress recently.

Drink?

No thanks.

She seems terrified about something.

Oh, she's a thoroughbred.

But of course, you don't believe

that nonsense about my trying to kill her.

She's been having nightmares.

Frankly, I've been thinking about seeking

psychiatric help for her.

Really?

She seems perfectly lucid to me.

I think we'll give Claire a chance to get some rest.

Peace and quiet can do her good.

Jennifer and I will go down to the village

- and look around little bit. - Good idea.

You could probably use the diversion.

Where's Max?

Max, um, he's been spending

a lot of time in the kitchen.

Well, you can get down to the kitchen that way.

Oh, fine, Billy.

Well, we'll see you later.

- Coming? - Hmm. Billy.

Bye.

Four aces.

Why are we going to the village?

Because we can't talk here,

too many eavesdroppers.

Ah, Max.

Just a second, Mr. H.

Five nines.

Eight nines.

I'll call you.

I'll call. How many you got?

- Two. Cyril? - I've got one.

You're five?

I ain't got any.

That's why it's called liar's poker.

Don't know about you, Cyril, but this is of little interest to me.

Excuse me.

I'll give you a game later tonight.

You're on.

Well, Mr. H, what's up?

How's Lady Belgrave?

Ah, it's nothing serious, Max.

Mrs. H and I are going to go into the village.

We want you to come with us.

Oh, Mr. H, I'd love to.

Thank you very much, but I made some other arrangements...

I'm ready, Maxwell.

Oh.

Annie, you look wonderful.

Thank you, Maxwell.

Annie, may I present, Mr. and Mrs. H.

Mr. and Mrs. H, Annie.

Oh, good afternoon, Madame.

- Annie: Good afternoon, sir. - Good afternoon.

How do you do?

Annie promised to take me

on a tour of the better saloons.

Uh, pubs, Maxwell, pubs.

Pubs.

Maxwell, what about the driving?

Annie: Oh, don't worry.

I'm taking him.

She's taking me.

Nice, huh?

Well, Annie, come on,

let's partake of some British culture.

Oh.

Enjoy yourselves.

Maxwell?

Ah, it's kind of cute, isn't it?

Let's get out.

How would you like to sample some of the local brew?

Yes, please.

My favorite answer.

They don't look English to me.

Man: Oh.

Good morning.

- Morning. - Jonathan: Morning.

Morning, sir.

Two pints of bitter.

- Tourist. - Yeah.

Nice day.

Tommy: One pound, forty, sir.

We don't seem to be hitting it off too well, do we?

I know, yeah.

Here you go, sir.

Man: Well, go ahead.

Mind if I play?

We only play for pints in here.

I'll play for a pint.

Eddie: I'll play him.

Eddie Hudson.

How do you do, Eddie? I'm Jonathan Hart.

This is my wife, Jennifer.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Don't pay no attention to the boys, Johnny.

They don't take kindly to new blood.

Ah, now. Which would you like?

Well, uh, these look nice.

How about some 101.

101?

How about American Style?

Closest to the bull's eye?

Sure, why not?

After you.

Jennifer: Yay.

Yay.

Yay.

That's the name of the game.

That's the name of the game.

That was some shot.

Here. Hang on, you laddies,

you laddies should be buying Johnny a pint.

Gripe all you like, but not one of you

had the backbone to play me.

- I'll play anytime, Johnny. - Ah, thanks.

Nice to meet a fellow with spirit.

Tommy, three pints for me and my friends here.

Oh, we'll buy pints all around for everybody.

Thanks, very much.

To the Yanks.

To the champ.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Eddie, you're a man of many talents.

What brings you all the way out to nowhere, Johnny?

We came to ride in the Belgrave hunt.

Ah, guests aboard of Billy, are you?

You know him?

There's only one.

I suppose he has quite a reputation.

Reputation?

I'll say, yes.

Mind you, he's gone selective now.

He likes them under 25.

That was the old Billy.

He's married now.

Surely, he must have settled down.

Well, yeah.

But it's all around the village that his missus

is going to drop him like a red hot brick.

If she divorces him,

she'll come out with a pretty penny,

I can tell you.

Tommy, another round, please.

Hey, look who we found here, Mr. and Mrs. H.

- Jennifer: Max, hello. - Jonathan: Hi, Max.

Annie: Hello, Eddie. How are you?

Fine, thanks. See you found a live one.

A yank at that.

Well, as you all know each other,

I'll go and practice.

Boy, you missed the excitement.

There was quite a nasty scene

at the house before we left.

What sort of a scene?

Sir William and Lady Belgrave

really had a go at each other.

He was going on about her not knowing anything,

not even how to shoot skeet.

I swear, I thought he would kill her.

Here you are. Thanks a lot.

Do you think he'll really do it?

I don't know, darling.

I don't want to wait around and find out.

Claire: Pull.

Pull.

Come on, come on, come on.

Pull.

Pull.

Come on, come on.

William: Pull.

His gun misfired.

It was an accident.

Claire: Thank you so much.

Man: Lady Belgrave, I'm very, very sorry

about Sir William's accident.

I think that clears it up.

I do appreciate your cooperation.

I appreciate yours, Inspector.

Claire?

Jennifer and I have decided that it would be easier

if we went back to London.

Jennifer, what about the hunt?

Claire, under the circumstance.

The circumstances are that this is the Belgrave hunt.

It's been run every year for over a hundred years.

It will run this year as well.

Claire, wouldn't you prefer to be alone?

Alone is the last thing I need to be.

Please, stay for me.

This house, it's so big.

Everything's so empty now.

I really want you to stay.

Darling?

Well, on one condition.

That you'll let me help you settle any problem

you might have on tidying up Billy's affairs.

I'd be very grateful for that, Jonathan.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

it's been rather a long morning.

I think I'll lie down for a while.

Of course.

You know, you're both so kind.

Don't you think there's been a significant

change in Claire's attitude?

In this house, it's hard to tell

the players without a score card.

Johnny, what brings you all the way out here, eh?

Come for another game

or you're having problems with the car?

Neither, Eddie.

Tommy at the pub told us where we could find you.

I'd like to talk to you.

Sure. I'll just get rid of the bike.

Customer's coming to pick it up end of the week.

Bet you're here about Billy's accident.

If it was an accident.

Did I hear a Yankee doubt? Well-founded, too.

- Jennifer: You think so? - Uh-hmm.

Do you think that Lady Belgrave

could have been involved?

She had her reasons, mate,

two or three million of them.

Hello, Arthur. Mr. Hart.

It's 3:00, do you have Lady Belgrave's car ready?

I said I would.

Keys are in there.

I'll see you back at the house.

Yes, Mr. Lovejoy.

Problems with your engine?

Yes, it's fixed up fine now.

Car's around the back, Arthur.

Right.

A real charmer, eh?

I was thinking you made a mistake.

You should let the Harts go.

You're very sweet, Arthur. Not smart, but very sweet.

You're underestimating Jonathan Hart.

He'd never have gone to London and let this rest.

What's his stake in all this?

Hmm, no stake, it's what he's made of.

One thing you can give Billy credit for,

he knew how to pick his associates.

Jonathan's sharp and persistent.

He's also got a healthy curiosity.

Hmm, maybe not so healthy for him this time.

Now you're thinking along my lines.

I want the Harts out of the way.

Another accident?

You'll think of something.

Something wrong?

You will take care of the Harts.

I think I can throw them off the scent.

You know, I couldn't have done this without you.

Just remember that, love.

Mr. Hart, are you in?

Jonathan: We have to talk.

There is much more to say than I can trust to the paper.

Meet me at 9:00 at the old green house.

You think that's from Eddie?

Maybe.

Well, we have a little time before that.

What do you think?

I think that you should get ready for bed

and I should go out and make the meeting.

Oh, no, no, no.

Absolutely not.

Where thou goest, I followest.

- Followest? - Uh-hmm.

There's no such word as that.

There is now, okay?

Okay.

How does it happen, darling?

What?

How does it happen that two people fall in love,

get married,

and then wind up hating each other so much

that they're willing to commit murder.

Maybe Claire and Billy were never in love.

Maybe it was comfortable.

- Comfortable? - Uh-hmm.

I suppose people do get married

just because it's comfortable.

Promise me something.

Promise me we'll never stay together

just because we're comfortable.

I promise we'll never be comfortable.

No, no, that's not exactly what I meant.

What did you mean?

Well, I meant we should be comfortable.

We just shouldn't just be comfortable.

I promise we'll never just be comfortable.

Good.

How am I doing now?

You're a lot closer.

Comfortable?

Oh, you rat.

Come on. Good dogs, good dogs, come on.

Come on, what's this? What's this? Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Go. Loose! Loose!

Come on.

Good hunting.

What time is it?

It's five minutes after 9:00.

We'll wait another five minutes.

Okay.

What's that?

Sounds like the hounds of the Baskervilles.

Let's forget the next five minutes.

We've got to get back to the house.

We'll never outrun them.

We can try. Come on.

We can't get through here.

There's no way out.

Get on the boat, quick.

They won't follow us in the water.

So much for man's best friend.

That theory about Billy's death

being an accident has gone to the dogs.

We may need a little backup for the hunt tomorrow.

What are you planning?

To call in the cavalry.

Man: Oh, here they come.

Man: Over here, yeah.

Be sure to do just as I told you.

Don't worry, I'll see they're there.

Just you get it right this time.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I, on behalf of all of us,

say thank you to Lady Belgrave for inviting us here

again today and keeping up the Belgrave tradition.

And may I, at the same time express our sympathy,

Lady Belgrave, for your great loss

in the death of Sir William.

Now, well, how does it feel to be part of tradition?

Ask me tomorrow.

You'll do fine.

Just watch your footing

and keep an eye out for low braches.

Well, old pip, what do you say?

Cheerio.

Hold on. Oh, oh, my wrist.

Are you all right?

No, it's my wrist that's hurting.

I'll be fine. You go on.

Oh, no, we'll stay here and wait with you.

No, I insist. You'll miss the hunt.

I'll be along in a minute. Go on.

All right.

Hey, stop it! What are you doing?

I suppose this is the cavalry.

And just in the nick of time.

Not much good without the shot.

Can you handle her?

No problem, Johnny.

- Arthur? - Arthur.

Arthur: Oh, God.

You know, I'm a little disappointed in Arthur.

Why?

It would have been much more British

if it had been the butler.

Oh.

Eddie: You've been practicing.

Man: Come on, Eddie now. Come on, boy.

Man: Yeah.

Your throw.

Bravo!

That's the first time I've been beaten

in three years, she's good.

Yes, she gets straight to the point.

Come on, I'll buy you a couple of beers.

We'll be over in a minute.

I want to talk to you.

You do? What about?

I didn't know you could do that.

Oh, well, you see, there are lots of things

that you don't know I could do.

You want to give me some hints?

Uh-uh. No, I want you to find them all out slowly.

All right.

There is one thing I know about you.

- What's that? - Hmm.

Was I right?

Bull's eye.