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Good morning. Good morning, Rector.

Where did your text come from? Psalm 39.

"For man heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them."

I can tell you who gathers them. The Inland Revenue, Customs and Excise...

Insurance Companies... Bedrich! Not here! He started it.

I meant nothing personal. Oh, he has worries.

I should not have brought him to church. Why not pray for help?

When two or three are gathered together... Thou wilt grant their requests. As may be expedient.

I knew there'd be a catch in it. So sorry, Rector. He's not himself.

Hello, Richard.

Oh. Is he all right? I've no idea.

And I've no intention of asking. Good morning, Rector. 'Morning. I enjoyed your sermon.

Thank you. Nice and short.

Mrs Beacham... I see you're on the flower roster for today. Yes.

FLOWER roster, not a weed roster. Those are wild flowers. Weeds. They look artistic. Artistic?

There's no room for art in a church.

Hello, Brabinger. You're back early, Madam. A nice short sermon this morning.

Can I have the Sunday Times, Marjory? Here you are. And the colour supplement? Yes.

There's the Sunday Telegraph. Is this necessary?

We've got to economise. The Telegraph costs less than The Times.

Well, if you're going to quibble... It's all right. I don't mind. The Times depresses me.

It's full of wonder-women going on about their incredibly efficient lives. I feel inadequate.

I know what you mean. But you've been married. To Martin.

Never mind. There's always Richard.

Oh, I couldn't marry him. Why not?

He couldn't marry a pauper. I have my pride. Good heavens!

Has your Premium Bond come up? The price of Rolls Royce cars.

Forty-nine thousand.

Oh, I think that's disgraceful. Why didn't I think of it before? What? Selling my Rolls.

Forty thousand pounds! You won't get that for yours.

I'll probably get twice as much. But, Aud, it's ancient! Antique!

Imagine all that money. Brabinger...I'm parting with my oldest possession. Yes, Madam.

You don't sound very surprised. I've been expecting it, Madam.

Shall I serve luncheon first, or shall I pack straight away?

No, not YOU, Brabinger. I could never part with you. The Rolls!

Thank you, Madam. It's an honour to be prized above the Rolls.

Well, Brabinger, I don't think you'd fetch £40,000.

No, Madam.

Ah, here we are. "Rolls Royce and Bentley wanted."

You don't know what sort of people they are.

Obviously the best people, or they wouldn't be buying a Rolls.

"Rolls Royce cars wanted. Superior prices paid."

That should appeal to you - superior prices. "Our buyer collects. County Carriage Co."

VERY superior. Yes. I'll ring them in the morning. Brabinger...

Have the Rolls washed and polished. Very good, Madam. He can't do that!

He doesn't. The Scouts do it.

Hello, Gayforth. Heard the news? What news? DeVere's just sacked me.

So you'll get a nice lump sum and come back in a couple of months.

DeVere's on the way out. I doubt it.

Maybe he hasn't heard the news - Hartley's snuffed it.

The chap who was backing him? Died in bed it seems.

So DeVere's back to square one. Lunch at the Club? Why not?

You'll be all right. See you at lunch.

Reconsidering your position?

I know nothing's been signed. That's not the point. Oh, you think that IS the point.

Well, it is not the way I would expect YOUR bank to behave.

Trouble? Nothing I can't handle. What can I do for you?

Haven't you heard? Greville Hartley has cashed in his chips. Dead?

Gone to the great counting-house in the sky. Heart.

When did it happen? Last night.

FT Index dropped five points today. Because Hartley died?

He had a finger in many pies. Yes. Including Cavendish. Don't threaten me, Lumsden.

Questions will be asked. Such as?

Such as can you deliver the package he put together? Yes... PHONE

Yes? All right, put him through. ..Good morning.

You've got cash-flow problems? You've got money coming out of your collective ears.

But the deal was agreed. ..But not signed, I see. ..Yes. Goodbye.

More trouble? You're after this job, aren't you? No, no.

Somebody else then - like Gayforth.

No, he's a dreadful man. Another smoothy from the Campari and soda belt.

A wink at the golf club, a nod at Brock's, and another outsider bites the dust. Not me.

Nothing personal. My only concern is that Cavendish Foods stays profitable.

You're a wet, Lumsden. I will finance the Argentine project myself if I have to.

Could be expensive.

Excuse me, Madam, a person to see you. A person?

Yes, Madam. "Capt Ron Newman. County Carriage Co." The Rolls.

Yes, Madam. Naval captain, d'you think? No, Madam.

Army then. I don't like Captains in civilian life.

Like Captain Mark Phillips, Madam?

That's quite different. Where is Captain Ron Newman?

He's observing the Rolls Royce. I hope the car's looking its best. Immaculate, Madam.

We shall soon be solvent again. I do hope so, Madam.

Do you mind not kicking my motor car? 'Morning. 'Morning.

These old D back saloons aren't too popular. If it was a coupe, or a sedanca, maybe...

You mean you're not interested? Depends how much you want for it. £25,000. What? You're joking!

No, I'm not. Well, what's it worth?

Well, if we did a hearse job on it - replace the body... I might be able to sell it.

How vulgar! It's what's selling, Mrs F.H.

My name is fforbes-Hamilton. Heavy on petrol.

About 10 to the gallon? If you own a Rolls, that's a detail.

Well, let's say...£900.

£900? All right, £1,000.

And I'll take it away for you. £1,000 for my Rolls Royce? Are you interested? No, she's not.

It's not for sale. Are you the lady's husband? No. Well... Hop it!

You've been wasting my time. Audrey, I'd like to talk to you. Yes, of course. Bye, Captain.

Why did you stop me selling the Rolls? I'd hate to see you part with that.

Do you know what it costs to run? Yes. Of course!

But mine belongs to the company. Nobody can take yours from you.

I never thought of it like that. People see your Rolls, they think you have style.

But your Corniche has style. A lot of people think it's flashy.

They think I'm a bounder.

Of course they don't! You're almost one of us now. Almost? After some years...

About 400. Not quite. But we are rather slow to accept change.

I know. I've tried to drag Grantleigh into the 1980s, but I can't any more. Why not?

I'm selling up and going back to London.

Selling Grantleigh? Lock, stock and barrel. I need the money.

Oh, Richard. I wanted you to be the first to know.

I thought Uncle Greville had arranged things. He died before the deals were signed.

What now?

Oh, I shall survive. But I need cash - quickly.

I really am most terribly sorry. Thank you, Audrey.

I've been through it. It's going to be quite ghastly for you. Yes.

If there's anything I can do to help, you WILL ask? Well, there is ONE thing... Yes?

Excuse me, Madam. Mr Plunkett is here to see you.

I'd better go and break the news to Mother. I'll slip out this way.

Show him in, Brabinger.

Mr Plunkett. Arnold! Audrey, how nice to see you.

It has been a long time. You'll always be one of my most favoured clients.

I'm not worth much to you nowadays. Do sit down. Indeed you are.

Look, if you want me to judge the vegetables at the village show, the answer's no.

No, I have some startling news concerning your Uncle Greville.

You mustn't speak ill of the dead, Arnold. I'm not going to. You're his main beneficiary.

Uncle Greville? But I hardly ever saw him. You'll get the bulk of his fortune.

Dear Uncle Greville.

He was a very rich man, Audrey. The black sheep. God bless him.

It'll take a bit of time to sort things out.

But he was a very shrewd man.

You'll be very comfortably off. Just how comfortable?

You can replace that dilapidated old car of yours for a start.

My Rolls is not dilapidated. Audrey, wouldn't you rather be seen in a nice new Corniche?

Too flashy for me, Arnold. My old Rolls has style.

I may have other things to spend it on.

Grantleigh won't be the same without Richard. A sad loss.

Anything else, Rector? Yes, that stuff they recommended on Gardeners Question Time...

You were listening to the wireless on a Sunday !?

It's for mildew on roses. I've got something for that. I'm worried about the organ.

Has that got mildew too?

I shouldn't be surprised. I was hoping Mr Devere would contribute to the repair cost.

You'd better ask him before he leaves. I WAS hoping he'd pay for the whole thing. But now...

Do you think he really IS broke? He doesn't confide in me. He hasn't been to church lately.

I've noticed that. We have failed him in his hour of need.

We? We in the church. Faith can move mountains. We should have prayed harder.

Here it is. Mildew Specific. I've had this before.

It's no good at all. You'll have to try prayin' then.

Ought to be able to shift mildew!

Well, I shall certainly try it, if only to show what can be done.

That's right, put me out of business.

Won't be long now, with Mr DeVere gone. Very generous he was.

And he paid his monthly account on the dot.

Oh, that reminds me... Oh, how much...?

Can I come in? Of course. Although it is a very sad time, always pleased to see you.

Can I help? Help me wrap these things. Are you taking everything with you?

No, there won't be room in our London flat.

A lot of things will be sold with the house.

If only things had been different.

In what way? You know what I have wanted for Bedrich. Why didn't it happen?

He never asked me. He didn't?

He should have listened to me. Now it is too late!

Why? Because he has nothing to offer you.

When he had this place, he had a chance.

Oh, I couldn't have married Richard when he had the Manor. Why not?

He might have thought I wanted to get back here. Well, why not?

It would seem rather mercenary. I will never understand the English.

Why do you have to marry for love?

I suppose we're a nation of romantics.

Hello, Audrey. Cheering up Mother? I'm trying.

She's going to see all her old friends.

I do not like my old friends. I prefer my new ones. Oh, I fixed the auction for Wednesday.

I'd rather like you to be there.

Oh, I'm not sure I can bear it.

You must come! Everyone else will be there to see me get my come-uppance.

ģ Never thought we'd see this, Rector.

The old order changeth.

Didn't last long, did he?

Come and sit beside me.

Who do you think will bid? I don't see anyone here with money. You can't tell nowadays.

Now, where is Bedrich?

I can't see him. Don't worry.

Welcome to Grantleigh Manor, ladies and gentlemen.

Since Mr DeVere bought this property great improvements have been made,

and considerable sums spent on renovation and modernisation.

The property, once neglected, is now in first-class condition,

and I shall expect a price commensurate with its present standing.

Ah, you may begin now. Thank you, Madam.

The property consists of this magnificent Manor House,

certain paintings and furnishings, farm buildings and equipment.

Why doesn't he get on with it? Who will start at £900,000?

Right, let's try £800,000.

Thank you. Do I hear eight fifty?

Eight twenty-five then? Thank you.

Eight thirty?

Forty - fifty -

sixty - seventy -

eighty - ninety - £900,000 then.

£900,000. Thank you. Against you, sir.

Who's bidding? It's him.

Was that a bid, Madam? I am selling, not buying.

Thank you, sir. Now, nine hundred and ten -

twenty - thirty - forty -

fifty - sixty - seventy -

eighty - ninety -

At £990,000 - against you, sir.

I'm selling the property for the first time...

For the second time - at £990,000 for the third time - sold to you, sir.

It can't be you, Brabinger, can it?

I do have a few savings.

May I have your name, please, sir?

Mrs fforbes-Hamilton. Audrey, why didn't you tell me?

Oh, you are back where you belong. Well done, Audrey.

Imagine that - Audrey back at the Manor. It doesn't seem possible.

I thought you said the old order changeth. But not the fforbes-Hamiltons.

Congratulations, Madam. Thank you, Brabinger.

Audrey...it's wonderful. Thank you.

And thank you for looking after Grantleigh so well. But...where...?

Where did I get the money? Yes. Uncle Greville. Of course.

Well, here's to you, Audrey.

Here's to you, Richard.

Well, goodbye, everybody. Thank you for everything. Goodbye, sir.

Look after yourself, Ned. I'll miss you all. Not as much as we shall miss you.

Cheer up, Marjory. I'm sorry. It just won't be the same now.

Oh, gosh! You'll come and see us in London? Yes, I will.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Come along, Mother.

Thank you, Brabinger.

Marjory. Hello, Rector. Welcome home, Mrs fforbes-Hamilton. Thank you.

By the way, I hear you're using the alternative service book. But... We don't want that, Rector.

Ned.

Oh, thank you, Ned. Would you give Brabinger a hand with the bags? Very good, Miss.

And then get to work on the potholes in the drive. Yes, Miss. Mrs Beacham...

I shall see you at 3 o'clock in the drawing-room. Yes, Mrs fforbes... Madam.

Come along, Marjory, we have a lot to do. Have we? Yes. We're going to give a party.

What sort of party? A welcome home party. Who for? For ME, of course.

Oh. Ohh!

"Now there arose up a new king over Egypt."

Oh, Rector, this is just like old times. It is, indeed.

Hello, Marjory. Richard!

Mrs Poo. How lovely to see you. Good evening, Rector.

Good evening. This is a most pleasant surprise.

Didn't Audrey tell you? No. Where is she?

Madam will be down in a moment, sir. Happy to be back, Brabinger?

It's tiring on the legs, sir. I prefer the Lodge.

Richard!

Audrey.

I'm so glad you could come. You look absolutely wonderful.

Thank you.

Listen... They're playing our tune. Are they?

Don't you remember the Hunt Ball? Vividly.

I got very wet. Did I ever apologise for that? No.

Well I do now. Thank you. Shall we dance? Why not?

We might be able to finish this one.

MUSIC: "DANCING CHEEK TO CHEEK"

Hello, Marjory. All alone? No, no, I'm... Well, yes.

Do you feel like helping me round the dance floor? All right.

You're looking jolly pretty tonight. Thank you.

Not interested in cricket, are you?

I was afraid you wouldn't come tonight. I nearly didn't.

But Mother was determined to get us together again. I'm glad she succeeded. So am I.

Audrey...

What would you say if I told you I was thinking of chucking the business?

Well, I'd say... Why don't you come back here and marry me?

You see, I...I... What was that last bit?

Marry me. Do you mean that?

I never say things I don't mean.

Is it Leap Year? One of us had to say it. I didn't think you'd want me without the Manor.

I wouldn't have married you WITH the Manor. Now it's all right? Yes, it's mine.

Let me think. So...?

Are you going to "chuck" the business? Definitely.

Not here.

There's nobody about. Yes, there is in a way.

It's all right. Martin was always putting his foot in it.

What the devil do you think you're doing?

Waste not, want not. Have a cigar.

Would you mind not doing that? If the man's fool enough...

What man? Fellow who owns this place. Self-made millionaire. Social climber - and foreigner.

They come here, get rich at our expense,

grab all the best houses... What's your name?

Heatherington-Pugh. I thought as much. Richard, ignore him.

Who are you? If you'd been sent an invitation, you'd know.

My family have lived here for 400 years. On and off. And this is Richard DeVere.

A self-made foreign millionaire and social climber. And to whom I am getting married.

Ladies and gentlemen, the bride and groom.