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Do cheer up, William.
It's a wedding.

Weddings tend to bring out
the worst in people.

I'm not certain
I'm ready to see the worst

of the Mimico Newsomes.

I adore weddings.

It always feels like love
is in the air.

Congratulations, Higgins.

Uh, you mean Higgins-Newsome.

What?

Henry has decided to hyphenate
his last name.

Why?

Well, it's a rather storied clan
I'm joining.

Being a Newsome is going to be
very much preferable

to being a constable.

All that responsibility
never sat well with me, Tom.

Somehow, we'll muddle through
without you.

Congratulations, Henry.

Murdoch.

How much did you
and the good doctor spend

on your wedding gift?

What's this?

Just a little gift
from your best man.

It's a pen.

It's a Hanneman.

I thought you could use it
to sign the wedding certificate.

Well, thank you, George.

You know, your friendship
has always meant so m...

All right, Higgins.

Let's... Let's... Let's save
that for the speech, shall we?

I'll tell you one thing...
I'm looking forward

to walking into the
station house Monday morning

and seeing a different man
sitting at Higgins' desk.

Ah, yes.

There are a number
of strong candidates

for constable first class.

Have you made your decision yet?

Hardly matters who we pick.

It's called addition
through subtraction, Murdoch.

Gents.

Shall we?

Are you sure you're ready,
Henry?

Not even the slightest case
of cold feet?

Oh. Nothing could stop me
from marrying Ruth Newsome.

Whoo-hoo. Henry?

You're going to be just fine.

Roger?

R-Roger?
He...

I am Rupert, you daft sweet boy.

I've simply shaved my chops.

Henry!

Are you hurt?

I'm fine, I think.

Fine?
You've been shot!

- Methinks the shot...
- missed.

There's a bullet hole
in his jacket.

George.

You saved my life.

All right.
Oh, thank you, Rupert.

Brother.

Yes.
You're quite welcome... brother.

Are you quite all right, Henry?

I think so, William.

- .44-caliber.
- A hunting rifle.

An accident, I'd imagine.

Likely the neighbors
hunting grouse.

With a rifle?

They're Dutch.

I'll go check outside,

see if there's anyone out there
wearing clogs.

Glad you're all right, Henry.

Thank you.

George, my jacket is ruined.

Higgins, that's
what you're worried about?

You're alive, man!

Well, how can I get married now?

Well, here.
I'll swap you.

Well, thank you, George.

- You know, you really are the...
- Higgins.

- No.
- Higgins, it's a jacket.

All right.
There.

Crisis averted.

Now, I'll explain
to the ladies...

...why we've been delayed.

One moment.

- My speech.
- Yes.

Ruth.

Oh, George!
Goodie!

There's someone
I want you to meet.

Geraldine Cholmondeley.

You can call me Gigi.

I'm Ruthie's cousin

from Ham Hill,
Powick, Worcestershire.

I'm sorry. From what?

You're a balmy old egg,
aren't you?

Come on.
Let's get boiled.

Gigi, shush.

Now, George Crabtree, I...

I want you to meet my dear,
dear, dear, dear, dear cousin.

This is Effie Newsome
of the Wexford Newsomes.

Not too well off, poor devils,
but still, they are Newsomes.

Effie!

George is Henry's best man.

Effie is my maid of honor, so...

Matron of honor.

Divorced.

R-Right.

Ruth, I have something
to tell you.

Henry... Henry's been shot.

- What?!
- H-He's fine, but he...

Henny!

Um, Effie, I-I should say
straight off,

um, Ruth has mentioned that you
might be interested, um...

Save your breath.
I just got out of one marriage.

I'm hardly looking to race
into another.

Right. It's just you know
how Ruth can get.

I'd never get involved
with a copper anyway.

I'm at Osgoode
preparing for the bar,

and if there's one thing
I've learned,

it's policemen
are the real criminals.

William, what's happened?

Henry's been shot.

Dear God!

Rather shot at.

- Is he all right?
- He's fine.

Found this by a tree
in the garden.

There's no sign of the shooter.

The caliber matches the bullet.

That looks like
one of the Newsomes'.

The Newsomes keep guns?

They keep all sorts of weapons,
Sir.

Come, come, Henry.
You must sit down.

All right.

So someone took it from here,

went out into the garden,
and took a pot shot at Higgins.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Did you happen to see someone
remove this rifle

from this room?

What?
No.

We only came in
a few moments ago.

Who are you two?

Constantine Kimberley
and my son Pelham,

the bride's uncle and cousin.

So neither of you touched
any of these guns?

What?
No.

Excuse us.

We have no way to determine

exactly when the rifle
was taken,

but clearly it was by someone
inside this house.

Meaning they're likely a guest
at the wedding.

I've just spoken to Ruth.

We're going to go ahead
with the wedding.

Are you sure
you're feeling all right?

You look a little distraught.

I'll be fine.

I mean, you just had a brush
with death.

It would be understandable.

I-It's not that so much.

When I came to,
I... I thought I saw Roger.

Roger Newsome?

I thought I saw his ghost.

And I thought I was... in hell,
being punished for killing him.

Henry, you didn't Kill
Roger Newsome.

I was supposed to be watching
him, and I fell asleep.

He went out for a haircut,
and he got shot.

I was responsible.

He's mostly responsible.

I still feel guilty.

And if Ruth were ever
to find out,

she'd leave me in a heartbeat.

R-Ruth doesn't know?

George... she can never know.

No.
Right.

Right.

Where is it?

Where is it? Where is it?
Where is it? Where is it?

Oh! Sweet mother of...

Something wrong?

Ah. E-Effie, have you seen...
a-a piece of paper?

I've lost my speech.

What, the one where you tell the
story about Henry killing Roger?

Ruth hasn't see it, has she?

Why shouldn't Ruth see it?

Uh, it turns out, uh,
she doesn't...

exactly know the whole story.

So you decided your best-man
speech would be a good time

to tell the bride her husband
killed her brother?

Well, no. That's not what...
It was suppo...

I was trying to just tell
a funny story

about how they first met.

Yes.
Well, it was quite funny.

Rather well written, too.

Thank God.
I'm going to burn...

- I think I'll keep it.
- What?

See, there's a small favor
I'd like you to do for me.

If you go in there
to get married,

you'll likely be in the room
with whoever shot you.

But...
But it was an accident, right?

There's no way of knowing that.

Well, still,
I have to go in there.

Henry, perhaps you could delay
the wedding until we know more.

No.

William, when you were
on your way to the altar,

would you have let
one stray bullet

stop you from getting married?

Would you, Tom?

No.

Listen to me, Higgins.

Just because we don't
work together anymore

and you're about to marry
into a lot of money

doesn't mean you can call me
Tom.

- Uh...
- Why not?

You're right, Henry.

Nothing would have stopped me.

Well... I guess it's time
I got married.

Shame Crabtree gave him
that pen.

Sir, if you could keep an eye
on the window,

the constables and I
will mind the guests.

Aye, aye, Murdoch.

I want you to find
Grandmother Newsome's pearls.

What do I have to do
with any pearls?

Here's what happened.

Four years ago,
on my wedding day,

Moo-mama gave me
a lovely necklace.

Not very valuable, but it's
been in the family for ages.

An heirloom, you see.

Well, after I got divorced,

dear Rupert invited himself
right over and stole it.

Cad.

Well, it has nothing to do
with me.

Yes. Of course it does.
You're going to find it for me.

No, I'm not.

Oh. Well, then I suppose I'll
have to tell Ruth about Roger.

Fine.

Oh, good.

Shall we?

Where is she?

She should be right behind us.

I'll go have a look.

I wouldn't worry, Higgins.
I'm sure she's just...

You must listen to me, Ruth.

- Please!
- Everything's going to be fine.

Just please just hush now.

Place the bride's hand
upon the groom, if you please.

I can't do it.

- Ruth, you really must...
- Okay. Stop it, Bingo!

You need to pull yourself
together!

No!

No.
I can't be a part of this.

William, who is that man?

That's Ruth's cousin.

He was in the room
where the gun was taken.

- He does not look happy.
- No.

Dearly beloved, here we are,
gathered on this finest of days

to join Ruth Alfreda Newsome
and Henry Hieronymus Higgins

in holy matrimony.

- Where's Effie?
- She went to look for you.

Terribly sorry.
Do go on.

First I ask if there is any man
present who has any reason...

I am.
I am such a man.

Dear Lord, Plummie.
What on earth are you doing?

You know we were meant
to be together, Ruthie.

I love you.

I've always loved you.

Stop.
You're being a fool.

No. This boor is only
marrying you for your money.

Please, Ruthie.
Please!

Come down, son.
Step down.

Let's get some air.

Did you say that was her cousin?

Newsomes.

Do you, Ruth Alfreda Newsome,

take this man
to be your husband,

to hold him and love him,
to care for him and nurture him

in times of ailment
and haleness,

prosperity and ruin,

in times of unending joy
and bottomless sorrow,

for all the days and nights
granted unto you by the Lord...

...so long as you shall live?

I do.

And do you,
Henry Hieronymus Higgins,

take this woman
to be your wife...

George, what are you doing?

The ring.
You're wearing my jacket.

- What are you...
- Henry! The ring!

Stand over there.
I will get it.

Henry, you're not dead, are you?

Uh, I don't think so.
I...

Everybody get back.
Give him some air.

McNabb, Dimmick,
close the front doors.

Nobody leaves the building.

Henry, are you quite all right?

Uh, I think. I...
W-What...

You were standing right there.

If you hadn't gone
for that ring...

Thanks.

George, you saved my life again!

There.

The mechanism
for lowering the chandelier.

Why are there mechanisms
for lowering chandeliers?

People have to clean them.

It's been deliberately
cut through.

Someone is trying to harm
Henry Higgins.

So no one in there watching
the wedding could have done it.

Rupert Newsome walked out.

As did the maid of honor.

And that nutcase of a cousin
who tried to stop the wedding.

Is it over?

I've missed it, haven't I?

Oh, Gigi,
you really are a fathead!

I was simply unable to bear
witness to such a... tragedy.

Tragedy?

Oh, come now.

Henry Higgins, a Newsome?

Pah! No.

It would be an insult
to the Newsome family name,

one from which
we might never recover.

I thought you liked Henry.

As did I.

But this morning,
I got to thinking.

For instance,
what would the Phanshaws think?

I don't know.
What?

Well, just picture it!

The Phanshaws come 'round for
a nice dinner with the Newsomes,

and there's Henry Higgins.

So Ruthie hasn't married?

It seems that someone
didn't want her to.

Where did you go
when you walked out?

The garden. I needed some air
to calm my nerves.

He has rather some trouble
with his nerves, don't you?

Yes. The doctor says I need
fresh air and lots of it.

Says that's the only thing.

Say... where has Ruth gone?

- Did anyone see you?
- Oh, I doubt it.

But we were together.
I was with him the whole time.

No. Fine.
I wasn't off looking for Ruth.

- I was smoking.
- Smoking?

So you were going to miss
the wedding?

- That was the aim.
- You're the maid of honor.

- Matron.
- Nevertheless.

I was bloody well tired
of the whole bloody thing,

and I thought I'd nip out
for a puff.

Hang me.

I was asleep!

- I can prove it.
- All right.

You see, I was dreaming
that Ruthie and I were lions

and we were prancing about
in a field of lilies,

back home at Ham Hill!

No, that's not proof.

No. Of course.

Uh, why would you decide
to lie down and fall asleep

when the wedding
was about to be begin?

No, no.
You dear man.

You see, I have
a beastly medical condition.

- That causes you to fall asleep?
- Yes. That's right.

I can't recall the name of it.

- Narcolepsy?
- No, that's not it.

Narcolepsy is
the medical condition

that causes you to fall asleep.

And how would you know
what causes me to fall asleep?

Well, I uh...

Say.
That stout fellow over there.

He's not one of those...

Never mind.
I'll find out for myself.

Toodle-pip!

- Outside.
- Outside where?

I don't know! Who cares?

Why would I want to Kill
little Henry anyway?

Now, quit stalling and go on
and get me that necklace.

Rupert?

Oh, please!

We're old friends now.

Call me Bingo.

Right. Well, I've heard
a funny story just now.

I love funny stories.

Yes. Well, this one involves you
and a string of stolen pearls.

Stolen?
They were a wedding gift.

When Effie ceased to be wed,
they ceased to be hers.

Moo-ma would hardly have
wanted them worn by a divorcée.

She would positively die...
If she weren't dead already.

Dysentery, you know.

Phht!

She was visiting Croydon.

Bad air.

Perhaps I could just have a look
at them.

What ever for?

Uh, to finish the story.

Picture's worth a thousand words
and all that.

You'll just have to wait.

I've wrapped them up
and given them to Ruth

as a wedding present.

One of the gifts?

How am I supposed to know
which one?

Well, presumably it will say
"To Ru-Ru.

Love, Bonny-Bon"
or some such nonsense.

Now, give me my speech.

Your speech is safe.

You can have it
once I have my pearls.

Well, aren't I
a lucky old lemon.

Miss Cholmondeley.

- I was actually just...
- Shh.

How about we take
a little stroll

and get ourselves
a good reminder

of all nature has to offer,
what?

Here he is!

Here's the fiend!

Don't you move a solitary
muscle, Mr. Crabtree...

Or should I call you
Mr. Criminal Mastermind?

Don't answer that!
I don't care what you think.

All that matters
is that you spend

the rest of your natural life
behind bars.

I hereby declare
a citizen's arrest.

Policel!

Arrest this man!

Citizen's arrest!

Citizen's arrest?!
What for?!

Well, first of all,
I don't exactly fancy

the liberties you're taking
with my cousin... ugh...

But more importantly, you stole
my wedding gift for Ruth.

No!

I am not and I did not!

I told you about it.

Then two minutes later,
it was gone.

If you didn't steal
those pearls, who did?

Pearls?

You were going to give me
Moo-mama's pearls.

I was.
It was to be a surprise.

But I love pearls...
and surprises.

Oh, I know, Ruthie!
I know!

I can't believe
you'd do this to me, George!

And betray dear old Effie
like that.

I didn't!

You are just jealous,
aren't you?

You're a pitiable... pitiable...

- Henry, what's another word?
- Toad.

- A pitiable toad!
- Toad!

George, you are my best man,
and you are ruining our wedding.

I'm ruining your wedding?!

Henry, somebody out there
is trying to kill you!

What have I missed?

They've postponed
the wedding until tomorrow.

They say there's enough room
for us all to stay the night.

Excellent.

Oh. William, there's something
you should see.

Since there's a thief
in our midst,

I thought I would lock
the ring away overnight.

Look.
The dial's been chipped.

Hmm. So have the hinges.

Someone's tried
to break into it.

What do you keep inside?

Nothing of any value.

Birth certificate.

Roger's dentures.

Oh. Newspaper from the day
I was born.

My letter from Father.

"For Ruth upon her wedding."

Miss Newsome, we must open this.

Oh. But Father said to open it
after I married.

Yes, but whoever was
trying to break into this

m-may be after this letter.

But Father said to open it
after I married.

I-I need to examine it.

It may tell us
who was trying to kill Henry.

But Father said to open it
after I married.

Dear, what if William promised
not to open it?

Effie, I need it back.

Need what back?

- The necklace.
- Well, no.

Effie, you have to.
Look, Ruth has found out.

I don't care.
Those pearls are mine.

Well, at least give me
my speech.

I'm not falling for that trick.

If I open this door, you'll
barge in and take the necklace.

There.

That should provide
sufficient wattage

to reveal what's inside.

Does it only work on paper?

Or might it be used to reveal
other things?

It's only intended for paper.

And it seems to be working
remarkably well.

Perhaps... we should give up...

...and move on
to more exciting endeavors.

I may be able to decipher it.

I wish you could
decipher what I'm saying.

George?

What are you doing here?

- Well, I-I... I just...
- Shh!

- We'll have to be quick.
- N-No, no, no, no...

Luckily, the letter
was only folded once.

But I believe I have it.

"To Boopsy on her wedding day...

I leave you one last game
to play.

Your cherished D'Arcy
you will find.

But first a challenge
of the mind...

Where Snow did fall,
I've hid the key

to this domestic mystery."

This is what our thief
was trying to get.

Presumably Mr. Newsome
has hidden something for Boopsy.

And someone may be
trying to kill Henry

in order to keep her
from finding it.

Come now,
you pretty little prowler!

Don't play coy!

What other reason could you have

for sneaking into my room
in the middle of the night?

No...

There's only one reason
I can think of,

and it's something
that'll wake up half of Mimico!

No!

Miss Cholmondeley!
Please!

Don't be so formal, Georgie!

- We mustn't!
- Whyn't?!

Because we can't!

Not until after the wedding.

I-I mean, we can't...
We can't allow our passions

to... to get in the way of
w-what should be the celebration

of the love of others.

Oh, my mind knows you're right,
old bean.

But my hands have another idea
altogether!

- Who was that?!
- I don't know,

but he was trying to cut
your head off!

- Rupert?
- Oh.

Hello, chaps.

For the last time, it wasn't me.

I swear it.

You wanted to stop the wedding.

So you snuck in to the room
to kill the groom

to keep him out of your family.

No!

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

No. No.

You were standing right there
with a sword in your hand.

Yes.

But I never went
into Henry's room.

There was another man
who rushed by me in the hallway.

You're saying that there was a
second man with a second sword,

also sneaking around
under the cover of darkness

at the exact same time?

Well, it sounds implausible
when you say it like that.

I was bringing the sword
to Henry as a gift.

It's the most valuable item
in the house,

a-a piece of the crown jewels
of, uh... I can't remember.

Sweden or Ceylon or some place.

A gift.

I was trying to buy him off.

I cannot let Ruth marry him.

Because of dinner
with the Phanshaws.

No.

Because the Phanshaws don't
come "round for dinner anymore.

No one comes round anymore.

Once Ruthie marries, they'll
move into the Toronto house

and I'll be the only one left.

Alone.

The loneliest man in all Mimico.

Mm! There's my sinister
little Cossack.

Geraldine!

Ah. I was well bucked
to see you last night.

But can't say I got much sleep
afterwards.

Now, where were we?

Geraldine!
I-I-I really can't.

George Crabtree!

What are you doing to poor Gigi?

Get off of her!

- She is an invalid, you know.
- Invalid?!

Narcolepsy.

And poor Effie is going to be
so heartbroken.

Uh, I'm sure she will not be.

In fact, the only reason I came
was to give you these.

- Rupert Newsome didn't do it.
- Really?

This sword is purely decorative.

It's not sharp enough
to cut through fabric like this.

In actual fact, it's a replica.
These jewels are fake.

No big surprise that Rupert
would try to buy Henry off

with a fake sword.

Those swords,
on the other hand... antiques,

but every one of them
razor-sharp.

No one reported
seeing anyone leaving

or entering their room
last night,

save for Effie Newsome.

Why would she want Henry dead?

Why would anyone,
for that matter?

Perhaps our letter will shed
some light on who that might be.

I want it back.

- Want what back?
- You know exactly what.

I know you snuck into my room
last night and stole it.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

No? Well, it's a good thing
I have your speech, then.

Though perhaps I'll be handing
it off to someone else soon.

You know what?
You do what you will.

The only person
you'll be hurting is Ruth.

"Where Snow did fall,
I've hid the key

to this domestic mystery."

Oh, goodie!

Father always used to bury
little gifts for me.

It was my absolute favorite.

"Snow" is capitalized.

Perhaps you had a pet
by that name

buried somewhere
on the property?

No.
Oh, there was Mr. Snow.

He was Roger's valet
for donkey's years.

I hope he's not buried here.

Oh, no.

Although he did shoot himself
in the garden.

Right over there.

Oh, what fun.

I'll find something to dig with.

George.

I think I-I have something.

It looks like a treasure chest.

Hurry!
Hurry, hurry!

It's my treasure!

It's empty.

The lock's been broken.

Somebody's beaten us to it.

What do you think
it could have been?

Well, obviously it was a key.

- What?
- No. It says right here.

"Where Snow did fall,
I've hid the key."

Well, I think in this case,
"key" may have been figurative.

But Daddy promised me a house.
Surely he'd leave me a key.

What house?

The D'Arcy house.

Oh, I think that he was
referring to Mr. Darcy.

Who?

- Jane Austen.
- Who?

Well, a-actually, no.

Uh, in this case,

"D'Arcy" is spelled with a "D,"
apostrophe "A."

Like the Toronto street.

Yes. D'Arcy Street.

That's what I've been
telling you.

Someone has stolen the key
to the Toronto house.

Watts?

I-I need you to look
into something for me.

Promise me you won't lose this,
Henry.

How am I going to lose it?

We're getting married
in 20 minutes.

- What's this?
- Ooh! It's probably a clue.

Let me see.

Oh, right.
I left my jacket in my room.

The letter must be George's.

Oh, how wondrous!

Oh, it's all about how much
we love each other, Henry.

D-Did George write this?

It must be his best-man speech.

Ruthie!
Let me see that, will you?

Oh, it's all about
how we first met...

Oh, and how it was love
at first sight, and...

oh, how you fell asleep
and then caused Roger's death.

Uh, he must be joking.

Uh, no.
But it... it's not funny.

It s...
It says that you killed Roger.

Well, y-you know George.

No sense of humor.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

I-I don't think now
is the best time, William.

- Miss Newsome.
- Mm.

The key that was buried
by your father has been stolen.

The jeweled sword
that hung on this wall

was replaced with a fake.

I believe someone has been
robbing this family blind.

It's just a sword... and a house.

I inquired at the bank.

It appears all of the family's
accounts have been drained.

What?

What do you mean, "drained"?

There's nothing left.

Even this estate
has been mortgaged.

Well, I-I don't think
I understand.

Are you saying that...
What are you saying?

I'm saying the Newsomes
are penniless.

Well, surely there's
a-a million left.

Nothing.

In fact, they are in
quite some debt.

I suppose the wedding's off,
then.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Perhaps it's for
the best that this happened now,

before the wedding.

My whole life is ruined, sir.

The way I see it, Higgins,

i-if you don't want to marry
her now that she has no money,

perhaps she was never the one
for you.

George, I'm only worried
about that because I know

Ruth won't be able to live
the life of a commoner.

Are you trying to say
you don't care about the money?

Of course I care about it.
I'm not an idiot, sir.

But I'd still marry
my Rooberry Pie without it.

Then why did you call off
the wedding?

I didn't call it off.
She did.

George, I killed her brother.

I suppose I'm partly to blame
for that.

No.

I'm the one who fell asleep
that day.

And I am the one
who lied to Ruth about it.

It takes a good man to know
when he's at fault, Higgins.

Sir, in light
of recent events...

Oh, bloody hell.

...if you could see it in
your heart to have me back, sir.

I know I don't deserve
such a kindness

- in light of my behavior.
- Higgins, that's enough.

Sir, I was a veritable worm.

I was less than a worm.
I was a...

- A grub.
- I was a grub, sir.

I see that now.

But... am a grub
who has nothing.

Please give me my job back.

Fine!
Just stop your bloody sniveling.

- Sir, thank you.
- Oh, not... Higgins, get off!

Every account empty
or overdrawn.

And your signature
is on every withdrawal.

I don't understand.

You took the money!

I didn't.

The Toronto house on...
On D'Arcy Street was sold.

Miss Newsome was going to move
there after she was married,

thereby exposing your theft.

Yes.
Quite right.

I did it.

- You did?
- Yes.

I spent it all on booze
and cigars and other sundries.

Great fun,
but obviously I regret it now.

But why would you
need to send $80,000

to a bank account
in San Francisco

to purchase sundries?

Good question.

Ginseng?

The important thing is...
I did it.

Mystery solved.

I hate you, George Crabtree!

Yes, and you have
every reason to.

But that's the thing, Ruth.

You have no reason
to be angry with Henry.

Look, I'm the one
who wrote that speech,

and the fact of the matter is,
I made the whole thing up.

What?

I mean, I-it's true...

On the day that Roger died,
he was determined...

Adamant even...
That he go off and get a haircut

for his court appearance.

Nevertheless, it was Henry
who said, "No, no, no.

You mustn't.
It's... It's far too dangerous."

Then, later,

while again, Henry was off
getting us all our suppers,

I... fell asleep.

Roger left.

I'm the one responsible.

Oh, you really are the worst,
aren't you?

Yes.
Yes, I am.

You are so jealous of Henry...
Dear, sweet Henry,

your best friend
in the whole world...

That you would go and tell a-a
host of lies on his wedding day?

What, out of spite?

Jealousy?

Yes.
That's what I did.

Now that it's settled,
will you still marry Higgins?

What?

That Roger business
doesn't have anything to do

with why we're not
getting married.

- It doesn't?
- Of course not.

I could have forgiven him
for that.

Well, then the wedding
is still on.

We're destitute, George.

Henry would never marry me now.

I have a feeling
he could be convinced.

Oh, Ruthie.

Of course I'll still marry you.

But... But... But I have nothing.

But we will have everything.

Presumably the thief is the one

who tried to break into
the safe.

But Mr. Newsome would have
that combination.

Have a look at this.

There appears to be

two distinctly different sets
of signatures.

When he's writing a check
to the tobacconist

or for an automobile,
it's slanted, messy.

But for a significant sum,
it's neat and controlled.

Forgery?

But who?

Someone who obviously knew
about the D'Arcy house.

Someone in the family.

I hate to admit it, but perhaps
it's Ruth Newsome herself.

Me?
Oh, that's nonsense.

I don't know a thing
about bank doodahs.

Uncle Connie takes care
of all that.

Your uncle was in charge
of the family finances?

Of course.

We should ask him
who took the money.

He left the wedding
before the chandelier fell.

Yes, but he was supposedly
with his son.

No, he wasn't.

I was smoking a cigarette

and saw Plum walking the gardens
alone.

Leaving your uncle
unaccounted for.

But why would Mr. Newsome lie
and claim responsibility?

Perhaps they colluded.

Or he was angry.

What do you mean?

I've withessed Rupert's temper
more than once.

He might be trying to Kill
the man.

I-It was an accident, man.

- Listen to me!
- No.

I just needed to borrow
a little capital

for an opportunity
in California.

I was going to have the money
back inside of your accounts

inside of a fortnight!

I am not listening!

It was a sure thing!

But... But then the quake
hit Frisco,

and... well,
it wasn't so sure anymore.

I had to borrow more money
to make back the money I'd lost

and delay the wedding
so you wouldn't find out

till I could buy back
the house!

Silence!

Stop this pleading
and prepare to die, will you?

Mr. Newsome!

Put the sword down

or you will be charged
with attempted murder.

- Charged.
- Rupert, no!

Henry!

Oh, thank God.

Well played, old boy.

Thank you, Mr. Newsome.
The sword, you idiot.

Constantine Kimberley,
you are under arrest

for the thrice-attempted murder
of Henry Higgins.

What?

To be honest...

...the pearls look better
on Ruthie anyway.

I should say I'm sorry
about everything that happened.

Effie... I just want to
get through the wedding.

Say no more, Minister.

Smile!

Henry, couldn't you get us
a clean horse?

Well, it's spotted, dear.

Horses don't have spots, Henry.

Well, Higgins,
best of luck to you.

I suppose I'll be seeing you
at work after all.

Oh, now, George...
Now, you must promise

that you two will come and have
supper with us sometimes, yeah?

No, no, no.
No. Absolutely not.

Look, I have saved Henry's life
three times this weekend.

You wouldn't even be getting
married if it wasn't for me.

All I want is never to lay eyes
on Effie again.

Oh, no. George, I know
that you don't care for Effie.

I heard you loud and clear.

So I've decided to align you
with your heart's desire.

Enjoy!

Oh, we've missed the photograph!

Gigi?

George!

- Plum?
- Oh, dear.

I-I suppose I owe you
a dribble of an explanation.

Well, I daresay,
uh, what is this

other than
a-a-a terrible betrayal?

I mean, how could I ever
lay eyes on you again?

Please, George. No.
I didn't think you'd come!

I like you so much more
than this stoup of pudding!

You what?

Shut up, Plummie!
You know what this is!

Thank you again, Tom... uh, sir.

I'll be reporting for duty
on Monday morning.

Monday?
Are you not going on honeymoon?

What honeymoon?
We don't have any more money!

Adieu, friends.

I know not
when we shall meet again,

but meet again we shall.

Dear Lord, Bingo.
Where are you going?

To a life of poverty, of course.

There's nothing left for us
here, is there?

The grand adventure of life
awaits.

True love did win out
in the end.

You're right.

In fact, I believe love
is still in the air.

Goodbye!

Goodbye!