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Case?

Sir Simon de Canterville.

When can I speak with my client?

There’s no time,
the case is about to start.

But I haven’t talked to my client.

The robing rooms are through there.

Who is that?

Counsel for the Prosecution.

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

I’d wish you luck but would be wasting
my breath — metaphorically speaking.

Where were you at the bar?

I’m not… I haven’t graduated yet.

In that case I wish you a miracle.

All rise, all rise
for the Right Honourable Angel of Death.

Your Honour.

You will address me as, "My Lord."

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

Counsels approach the bench!

I’ve not had an opportunity
to review the evidence files…

Defence Counsel is extant, my Lord.

This is most unorthodox.

There are prophecy
conditions in place, my Lord.

All the evidence will be
duly presented in court.

And given the case has already taken
half a millennium to get to trial,

I myself, would like to get out of
here in time for a decent lunch.

Bring in the Defendant.

Simon de Canterville. You are
charged with entrapment to marriage,

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

How do you plead?

For mercy.

I thought love was only
true in fairy tales…

Yes, Theo was on to something,

how about that, chip off the old block.

Mrs. Otis, have you seen Ginny?

No, not since the twins… performance.

If you see her, will you tell her…
tell her I’m looking for her.

Sure.

Something’s happened
between Cecil and Ginny.

9.89 mils of adhesive…

Go, you know you want to,

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

I love you; I won’t be long.

Would you like to dance?

Yeah.

Oh, off already, lady Deborah?
I hope you enjoyed your evening.

It’s everything I hoped for.

The Prosecution calls Peter Lovell.

For the record, please state
your occupation in 1575.

Architect and master builder.

And Father to sons Murgo and
Dickon and a daughter Ethelinda.

For the record,

Mr. Lovell’s sons are currently
serving a one thousand year sentence

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

In 1570 you were engaged
by Lord Henry Canterville

for the design and
construction of the Great Wing.

- Yes.
- How did you feel

when you discovered your
daughter’s "romance"

with your employer’s son and heir?

What do you think?

Romani and Gorgers have
no union with one another.

Despite your objections, you allowed
the couple to be hand fasted.

A form of marriage

in which the hands are tied together
denoting the binding of two lives.

It sounds highly impractical.

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

Crucially the marriage was morganatic

and unrecognized in English law.

English laws are not recognized by us.

The witness will confine himself
to answering the questions.

And yet the defendant broke his vow.

Defaulted from the contract
and married another.

This time a marriage
recognized in English law.

And in doing so denied the existence
of his union with Ethelinda Lovell.

And what were
the repercussions of this perfidy?

She was dishonoured.

Marime — which incurs
the ultimate sanction.

Expulsion from the community.
There is no greater punishment.

Other than death perhaps.

No further questions.

Mr. Lovell…

Mr. Lovell,

the Romani frown upon
alliances with non Romani

and yet you allowed such
a union to take place?

I bowed to the inevitable.

They were air and fire.
There was no keeping them apart.

Thank you, Mr. Lovell.
No further questions.

M, C, L, what if they aren’t letters
but numbers like Roman numerals.

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

Here, Isabelle de Canterville
1104 to 1150.

A butterfly wing in a ring.

- The Jack of diamonds.
- О… k…

The Jack of diamonds, the six of
clubs and the two of diamonds.

Nope. Still not computing.

Every playing card has a meaning.

The Jack of diamonds is,

"a butterfly wing set in a ring.
This you good luck should bring."

Ok, I’m gonna cone down after you.

The Prosecution calls
Lord Henry Canterville.

Can you describe to the court

what the defendant was like growing up?

Objection. My client’s childhood
behaviour has no bearing on this case.

Denied.

He was the youngest of twin
sons, the runt of the litter.

A fractious and sickly child,

whereas his brother was everything
one could wish for in a son.

Fair of face and disposition.
Athletic and a scholar.

When they both were afflicted with
ague, we expected the weakest to die.

That the superior son was taken,
broke his parents’ hearts.

A disappointment then?

Grievously so.

Foppish and a dreamer, prone to
irrational outbursts of sentiment.

We always expected he
would come to nothing.

Fears, members of the Jury,
which became founded.

What did you do when you discovered

your son had formed an alliance
with Ethelinda Lovell?

We forbad it and found
him a suitable match.

This would be Lady
Eleanor Featherstonehaugh.

Daughter of the 3rd Earl
of Featherstonehaugh

and one of the most desirable
matches in the land.

And your son agreed to this match?

Or that or be the ruination
of a family name.

Thank you, my Lord. No further questions.

Lord Henry. Did you love your son?

Am I expected to answer that?

If you can indulge my learned
friend on this occasion.

I did my duty.

He was fed and clothed and
given the finest education

- and found a suitable wife.
- A woman he didn’t love.

Of what relevance is this?

My Lord, I’m afraid I must intervene.

This isn’t a colloquy

on the nature of romantic attachment.

No further questions.

Evidence of the fateful events will
be presented on historical monitor

so the Jury can form
their own conclusions

as to the black hearted
nature of the defendant.

Ethelinda Lovell took refuge in the woods.
Living off the land for survival.

But as winter came, such a way
of survival became untenable.

I draw your attention to the fact

that this was the coldest
recorded winter in 200 years.

Shunned by her people

and out of options,
the desperate woman made her way

through a freezing
blizzard to seek shelter

from the only one who could help her.

Admit her!

Any man that does shall earn a whipping.

She has the nerve to show her face.

She will perish along with my son.

He is a Canterville.

It is a by blow.

You have the effrontery to
speak of it when your wife

stands here with a true heir
of Canterville in her belly.

- Guards!
- No!

It must come from him, so this
is finished once and for all.

Speak

or go down in history as a disgrace
to the house of Canterville.

Close the gates.

No! No! No! No! No!

On the 4th of December 1575,

Ethelinda Lovell froze to death.

Her baby son carried off and
devoured by wild animals.

And there we have it members of the Jury.

Here rests the case for the prosecution.

Excellent.

Time for a cup of tea and
maybe a slice of walnut cake.

All rise.

I need to consult with my client.

An apology is not necessary.

I should’st ne’er have entrusted
such a task to one so unlustrous.

Well,

we have a saying, it ain’t all
over till the fat lady sings.

Whence is this portly chanteuse
of whom thou speakest?

It means… never mind.

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

The Jury need to hear your side of
the story, and I think I may have the…

Never! I will’t not be witness.

But you must.

I… parade

my innermost self before that
pathetic pall of panjandrums.

I… I’m not e’en rehearsed.

I saw your pain when
you spoke of Ethelinda.

You were not the man
painted by the prosecution.

The jury need to see you as I do.

You need to tell me everything.

Woah, let’s look around.

Keep your eyes peeled for a priest hole.

Hey, er, what does the next symbol mean?

The six of clubs will bring you hope.
Make three knots in a piece of rope.

Look.

- Nine, ten…
- What are you doing?

Working out where the ghost got in.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen,
fourteen, fifteen.

The Tapestry room is right up there so…

Ok. Headlamps off.

Ultraviolet lamps on.

Got him.

This is solid stone.

He can’t go through solid stone.
There must be something behind here.

The defence calls
Jeremiah Otis to the stand.

Please state your name
and occupation in 1575.

Jeremiah Otis. Poacher.

Father to nine children the youngest
of whom was Simeon Otis?

1575-1643.

- Yeah.
- On 4th December 1575

you were fined one shilling for
poaching at Canterville assize court.

Objection, my Lord,

the witness has already answered
for his earthly transgressions.

I will rephrase.

Mr. Otis. After leaving the assize court,
can you describe your route home?

That would be through the woods.

This is a map of the area in 1575.

This route would have taken Mr. Otis

past the spot where Ethelinda
Lovell was found dead.

Mr. Otis, 8 of your 9 children

are recorded in the parish
birth records...

the exception being the youngest, Simeon.

I put it to you this is because

he wasn’t your biological son,
your natural son.

That he is in fact

the son of Sir Simon de Canterville
and Ethelinda Lovell.

Order! Order!

Mr. Otis.

Poor lamb was near death when I found her.

Her last words were…

My baby…

His name is… Simon.

Scrap was blue with cold and half
dead so I took him home to the wife.

Fearsomely fond of the bairn she was

and we already had eight so one
more didn’t make a difference.

Only we changed his name to Simeon.

It means God has heard...

our little miracle he was.

Members of the Jury.

Simeon Otis grew to adulthood and
in 1620 emigrated to the New World

where he founded a dynasty
who survive to this day.

I move that the charge of
infanticide be dismissed.

Sustained.

Order! Order!

The defence calls Murgo and
Dickon Lovell to the stand.

You and your brother were on a team of
builders working at Canterville Chase

when your sister arrived to seek shelter.

Close the gates.

No! No! No! No! No!

We saw him send her to her death.

And neglected to go to her aid?

She was marime. It was forbidden.

So we avenged her.

By abducting and murdering the defendant?

Objection.

The witnesses are already serving
sentences for their crimes

and are not on trial here.

Sustained.

According to your statements,

when you "apprehended" Sir Simon,
he was carrying a bag of jewels.

We didn’t steal them.

Lovell’s aren’t thieves.

We left them hidden with his rotten bones
so no Canterville could ever find them.

Objection. The witnesses are
not the ones on trial here.

Withdrawn.

You abducted the defendant
in the sunken garden.

Am I right in saying this
is the most direct route

from the house to the stables?

Yes.

No further questions.

The defence calls Sir
Simon de Canterville.

The defence calls Sir
Simon de Canterville.

You reside at Canterville Chase, England

where you are currently
Ghost in Residence?

I am generally considered
the Premier Ghost in British Isles.

If I may bring you back to the events
on the 4th of December 1575.

Specifically, what happened
immediately after

you gave the orders to turn
Ethelinda Lovell from the gates.

My Father didst order all to their
chambers to prepareth for dinner.

‘Twas not worthy to prepare for.

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

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

I mean immediately after

you gave the order to close the gates.

Did you regret the order?

Three words to my damnation.

Before they passed my lips.

You didn’t go to your chamber
as your father instructed.

You went to the treasury where you
stole a number of family jewels?

I prefer "borrowest."

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

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

I didst go to saddle a horse.

You were going after Ethelinda?

For the benefit of the Jury
can you explain your plan?

To find her. Sell the jewels and purchase
a passage for us to the New World

where we couldst maketh a life together.

So it was your intention to atone?

‘Twas not to go hunt boar in a blizzard!

What were your thoughts on
realising your predicament?

That I deserved no less.

Help.

Help.

Help me.

No further questions.

You say you lamented the deed

before the words left your lips.

Yet your attitude

if you will forgive me — hardly
comes over as one of regret?

Indeed, if lament after
the deed were a defence,

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

No further questions.

For the benefit of the Jury the defendant
is bound by the conditions of a curse.

Can you explain these conditions?

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

nor pray for my soul for I have no faith.

For the record,

the defendant has been lamenting for his
sins for four hundred and forty six years.

That is one hundred and sixty two
thousand, seven hundred and ninety days.

Or three million, nine hundred thousand
and six, nine hundred and sixty hours.

Has he not lamented enough?

Here rests the case for the defence.

The defendant claims

he regretted his deed,

after a lifetime of showing no regret.

No regret

when he abandoned Ethelinda Lovell
for a woman of his own class.

No regret when she was
banished from her community.

No regret when he cast her out in
a blizzard to her certain death.

No regret, members of the Jury.

No regret.

Until after the event which
I don’t need to remind you

is not a defence.

Thus rendering him undeserving
of this Court’s mercy.

You see before you a man
guilty of many crimes.

Oath breaking, moral cowardice. Theft.

A man who by his own admission
caused the death of his wife.

A man the Prosecution
claims showed no regret.

I show you a man who regretted that
decision as the words left his mouth.

Prepared to defy his family. And outlaw
himself to atone for his wrongs.

Wrongs that condemned him to limbo.

Denied divine justice.
Truly a fate worse than death.

This is a court of mercy.

I direct you to the mercy shown by
Ethelinda Lovell to the defendant.

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

Certain proof she forgave
him before she died.

If she can forgive then so must you.

Goodnight, Mrs. Otis.
Thank you for a lovely evening.

Hey, no, you’re not going anywhere
until you tell me what happened.

It was all sorted,

I said I was calling off the wedding.

She told me she didn’t want to be with me.

No, she was lying.

You go and find her, and this
time don’t take no for an answer.

Will the Foreperson please rise.

On the charges how do the Jury find?

Mercy or no mercy?

Mercy.

Yes, quite right…

Order, please, the Court is still sitting.

Order!

Simon de Canterville you have been
deemed worthy of mercy by the Jury.

Given mitigation and time served in limbo

I sentence you to repose
in the garden of rest.

I thank thee.

It appears the curse remains in place

due to an outstanding prophecy condition.

My Lord, I believe the conditions
of the prophecy were all fulfilled.

Curses and prophecies are not
within this Court’s jurisdiction.

Therefore I have no option other
than to return the prisoner

to his earthly limbo until
the conditions are met.

Sir Simon?

Sir Simon?

Sir Simon.

If there is a priest hole behind
here then how does it open?

Eyes front and spread out.

You go right, we’ll go left.

- Now what?
- Behind you.

Three knots in a piece of rope… help me.

Let me try.

Good to see you. No luck?

I can’t find her.

And no one else has seen her since
the kids bushwacked the ghost.

Patience! Charity… time to go home.

Where are the Twins?

I don’t understand.

Haven’t all the conditions of
the prophecy been fulfilled?

I’m sorry I failed you.

Sir Simon? Are you there?

If you can hear me please
hurry back. I need your help.

"Woe to the wicked!
It will go badly with him,

for what he deserves
will be done to him."

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

What are we looking for?

"A spider spinning on the wall means
he will be brave and strong and tall."

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

There!

Am I glad to see you. How did you find me?

We were looking for the ghost.
How the heck did you get here?

It’s a long story.

Is that Sir Simon?

Yes.

Then where’s the treasure?

We don’t need the treasure;
we need to get out of here.

No worries. We get out
the same way Ginny got in.

How did you get in?

- Boys!
- Ginny!

- Ginny!
- Boys! Where are you?

Children, where are you?

- Girls?
- Ginny!

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

And our great, great aunt

was your great, great, great grandmother
which makes us great, great, great…

- 14th cousins once removed.
- Yeh.

- That’s just weird.
- It’s destiny.

Where’s Sir Simon now?

I guess he’s on his way
back from the 4th dimension.

Nine hours, two sets of twins,
thirteen, and our daughter, twenty-two.

Yeh, yeh, I realise she’s an adult but…

Even so there’s absolutely no reason
for them to have all gone missing.

If they have found the priest hole,
it’s been hidden for centuries,

what chance do we have?

You look at bit worse for wear.

So wouldst thou if thou had been
scattered to the 4th dimension and back.

Come closer for I am weak…

What’s he doing?

Talking. That’s Cesspitt.
He’s Sir Simon’s familiar.

I don’t care if they are family.

You would send me to the domain of
the hag with the broom of death?

If she splays my gizzards on sight

on your head be it.

They say someone will
be on the way shortly.

They’ll freeze to death before shortly.

They told me what they were up to.

Too darn caught up with
my own problems as usual.

I should never have brought us here.

You weren’t to know they
would be so clever, Sir.

It’s only a rat.

It’s a filthy verminous
rat. In "my" kitchen.

Stop, stop Mrs. Umney. Look at its eyes.

It’s trying to tell us something.
Come out. We won’t hurt you.

I wouldn’t count on it.

What do you want?

It wants us to follow.

- No, we’ve already searched in here.
- Then we’ll search it again.

Hey, look, over here.

Where’s he gone?

Where did he go?
You think they’re behind here?

Don’t know, he was there.

It’s solid. At least two
feet of brick I reckon.

Then where did the rat go?

Kids!

Hello!

- Stand back.
- Really?

Cecil.

Help!

We’re coming.

Are you all there?

We’re all fine, Mom.

We’re not. We’re freezing. And starving!

Come on.

Oh, Sweetie.

There you go, are you cold?

- Watch your feet, here you go.
- Here you go.

You guys, you’ve outdone
yourselves this time.

Let’s get you home. Hot baths then food.

What are you doing here?

You don’t get rid of me that easily.

So you won the case,
Honey, that’s incredible.

We won the case but Sir Simon’s still here

because the prophecy isn’t fulfilled.

I don’t know why.

Promise me you’ll never
disappear like that again.

And my grandmother can do her worst,

I’m going to tell Moppy just as soon as…

- Tell me what?
- Cecil, I am warning you.

Yeh, babe.

You’re a terrific girl.

Kind and beautiful.

Any bloke could be lucky to
have you… Except perhaps just…

not me.

The last thing I meant was to hurt you.

So like, the wedding’s off?

Yah, well, maybe it’s for the best.

Right. Er… well, I’m glad
you see it that way.

It is not for the best. Cecil,

you will have nothing.

They will have each other.

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

It can certainly make unhappiness
a whole lot more palatable.

And is that the voice of experience?

Because for all your wealth and
status you don’t strike me as happy.

And you’re about to cast off
the one thing that can make you so,

which is family.

We will discuss this
later, Cecil. Come, Moppy.

Laters.

You say you can’t make my dreams come
true and you couldn’t be more wrong,

because from the moment I laid eyes
on you I’ve dreamt of nothing else.

Marry me, Ginny.

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

I’m not getting up until you say yes

even if that means I’m glued to
this spot for the rest of my life.

Get up, you numpty.

Is that…

British for yes.

Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes.

You know, I’ve always felt
something about this place.

We’re not Otis’ we’re
Cantervilles. We belong here.

Except now we have to leave.

- We didn’t even find the treasure.
- I thought you wanted to go home?

If we’re Cantervilles then we are home.

Poor Sir Simon.

I suppose we should call
an undertaker or maybe the police

because this is,
technically, a crime scene.

Oh, what’s happening to him?

His finger…

Is he pointing at something?

What. Is there something there?

Woah.

- No way.
- Wow!

This is what we’ve been looking for.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures:

he leadeth me beside
the s… s… still waters.

I should have specified no
lilies as they made me fneeze.

…I will fear no evil,
evil. For thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me…

We are here to discuss the distribution
of the deceased’s estate

in the presence of possible
beneficiaries and er...

rather unorthodoxly — the deceased.

I had assumed after the… internment…
Sir Simon would have… passed?

‘Tis a mere issue technical in’t reading
of the prophecy, soon to be resolved.

Don’t look at me.
Apparently, it’s sub judice.

I see. Then as regards the estate,

hereby defined as the proceeds
of antique jewels

valued at approximately
7 million pounds sterling.

With the added complication

it was technically the stolen
property of Lord Henry Canterville.

A legal minefield to put it mildly.

Well, seems simple enough to me.

The jewels are Canterville
heirlooms and belong to the family.

Well, I’m glad that’s settled.

St John. We can leave Mrs. Watkins
to sort out the paperwork.

Why dost thou allow
a Featherstonehaugh female to speak?

She is not a Canterville.

No, she isn’t. Sit down, Mother!

The deed of sale

as drawn up by Mrs. Watkins
herself stated the buyer

took ghost and contents at valuation.

That is true.

Frank and Theo found it.
Maybe they should have it.

We could set up college funds.

It was all of us. We couldn’t
have done it on our own.

It’s blood money. Lovells want none of it.

Enough! This sorry wittery filibuster.

Desist in thy circuitous tiffery.

Am I not most senior member of
the family — I proffer a solution.

- Woah!
- Oh wow!

- How about that.
- Look at that.

- How do you do that?
- It’s amazing.

Well done.

If we’re agreed on the amendments
to clauses fifteen and twenty-nine

we can get you a revised
contract over straight away.

If we install micro-hydro
turbines into the river

we can significantly
reduce carbon emissions.

Hello, COLCorp…
St John Canterville speaking.

Can we do 500 units?

Yeh, we can do that.

Splendid. Thank you so much.

Grannie.

I’m so glad you came.

I have decided to delay my objections
pending the arrival of an heir.

Don’t leave it too long.

Lovell.

- Duke.
- Seems I owe you.

Saved me a million on a wedding

not to mention life being a lot
quieter since you’ve been on the scene.

Blessed relief if you want the truth.

You’re welcome.

Ralph, this is Tatty, Tatty Tappen.
She’s just flown in from New York.

Did you come in on the red eye?

Private jet.

I hate them. It’s like being
stuck in a very small hotel room

only up in the air.

I hate being cooped up inside.
I’d much rather be fishing.

I, I, I don’t know many
girls who like fishing.

I could tie a golden olive dabbler
before I could write my own name.

- Let me show you where you’re sitting.
- Awesome.

Just erm, mind, mind the step.

Stand by Ushers! Bride approaching
at 3 o’clock. Groom to position.

Please be seated.

Should anyone present know of any reason

why this couple should not
be joined in holy matrimony,

speak now or forever hold thy peace.

Oh, for goodness sake man get on with it!

- What’s that?
- What’s happening?

It’s beautiful.

The two houses have reunited.

Cantervilles and Lovells.

And henceforth, peace shall
come unto Canterville.

Thou hast opened for me
the portals of death’s house.

For love is always with you and
love is stronger than death.

I thank thee.

Adieu.

Rest in peace, Sir Simon.