All language subtitles for Shakespeare and Hathaway S03E09 - O Thou Invisible of Wine 1080P x264 RB58

Don't touch anything!

Sorry. So, all this stuff...

...what is it?

Well,
you've got your motion-sensors,

thermal cameras,

EMF meters,

and, erm,

talcum powder.

You're actually serious about this,
aren't you?

Of course.

I cannot believe you actually
invited her to stay.

Well, if it means saving the pub,
I'll do whatever it takes.

Mum, we can't afford this. Not now.

You should at least charge her
for a room,

and, seriously, ghosts?

Secrets from the grave?

Don't worry.

If there is a full-torso,

vaporous

apparition haunting this pub,

I will record it.

Ben?

Out here!

Ben! Ben!

It's coming from the bar!

She was here.

Oh, I'm going, I'm going.

I merely came to discuss...

You came to sniff around
for information,

and you won't get any!

It's our legal right to renew!

I swear to you,
if you try to make trouble,

I will personally make sure
it comes back on you.

Montagues, eh?

They're all the same.

Is this a bad time?

Depends if you're with HIM.

Erm, no.

I'm, I'm Lu Shakespeare, this is
Frank Hathaway, my partner.

Er, business partner. I wouldn't...

Erm, we're private investigators.

I think you might have called.

Yes.

Erm, Melanie Montague.

Everything OK?

Oh, not really. Sorry.

It's just this pub has been
in my family for generations,

but every 30 years,

we have to re-purchase the leasehold
from that man's family,

the Capulets.

Oh, the stress of it pushed my
mother to an early grave,

and now I see why.

- Thank you.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

The last thing you want to be
dealing with on top of it all

is someone disappearing.

What?

In your message, you said that
someone called Lil has gone missing?

Oh, Old Lil?
No, no, she's not missing.

She's been stolen.

She... she's not a person.

Old Lil is an antique photograph.

A photograph? Really?

Of my great-great-grandmother,
Lillian Montague.

There's a long history of
single mums running this place.

Fascinating.

Oh, here, she was taken from here...

...and, erm, well, the police came,

a tall man, very angry,
with a... with a silly moustache,

but, erm, he, er, well,

he didn't give a monkey's,
he just gave me a crime number.

Here, this is what she looks like.

Erm, I'm sorry, it's not very clear.

I only took it for insurance.

So, is Old Lil valuable?

Well, to me, yes.

But not to anyone else?

Look, it's silly, but...

...she's said to haunt the pub.

They say, as long as her photograph
remains on display,

the hauntings will stay harmless,

but, if she's removed...

...she gets angry.

I know it sounds far-fetched,
but honestly,

the photo went missing
yesterday afternoon,

and last night she was here.

No!

Yes! There were broken glasses
and fused lights

and this awful smell.

And you think that was Old Lil?

Well, who else? The room was empty.

Please.

I'm at my wit's end
with everything that's going on,

I just, I really need her back!

- Look, er, we'd really like
to help, but, er... - Oh...

So, when you say
that she went missing,

- when exactly did you notice that first?
- Well, it was over here...

I'll have a pint, please.

My son will know.

Ben?

Ben.

Oh, is that...? It is!

- Is what?
- Nothing, just be cool, be cool.

Ben, this is Frank and Luella.

I'm Lu, erm,
that's what my friends call me,

- so you can call me that...
- I'm Ben.

I know!

- I know, I recognise you...
- Oh... - from the show.

I love the show, Cake Off.

Thanks.

Ben's transformed this place.

He's designed cutting-edge,
experimental dishes

to be served in
an unspoiled rustic setting.

We're after a Michelin Star.

Yeah, we're not quite there yet.

Don't be so humble!

Yeah, don't be so humble, Ben!
Sorry.

Frank and Luella
are private investigators.

They're going to help us
find Old Lil.

Private investigators?

Mum, this is crazy,
we haven't got the money.

- Sorry?
- It's the worst possible time.

It's important to me.

All I ask is you help.

Oi, Nick, mate! Really?

It's supposed to be caramelised,
not cremated! Come on!

Please.

OK, so, erm, what can I do?

Erm, are we right in thinking that
you were around, erm, yesterday,

when Old Lil went missing?

No, she was taken some time between
lunch shift and dinner shift,

when the pub is closed.

So, between 3pm and 6pm.

I was out.

But, erm, what...

- Any signs of a break-in, or...
- Of a break-in?

No?

Good.

And, erm, was there anyone else who
would've been around at that time?

Er, well, my staff tend to
take off between shifts.

The only people who might have been
here were Mum and Penelope.

OK. That's great.

I run the Stratford Spirituals.

Sorry, the Stratford...?

Spirituals.

Oh...

The online ghost-hunting channel

and forum.

Ooh!

Do you mind if I...?

For my records.

I'm researching here.

You probably saw my

operations centre outside.

What, the old camper van?

My operations centre!

I asked Penelope to come,

so she's stayed here
for the last three nights.

What a good idea.

In Lilian Montague's bedroom,
no less.

I'm taking readings,

and I'm shooting
a vigil here tonight,

if I can find a cameraman.

Wow!

And, so, tell me, do you think
any of your, like, gadget-y things

might have captured whoever
stole Old Lil?

Er, no.

Is that why you're here?

Yes.

Yeah, we were told
that she went missing yesterday,

between 3pm and 6pm.

We were just wondering
whereabouts you were then?

Oh, well, I was, erm...

...out.

Out anywhere in particular?

Conducting an interview

about Old Lil's infamous wager.

Sorry, wager?

Yeah,
Lillian Montague ran this pub,

like these two guys,

under a 30-year leasehold

from the Capulet family.

But rumour has it

that just before she died,

she actually won ownership

of the pub and the land.

From the Capulet family?

Correct!

But the Capulets were so angry

that they actually killed Lil

in the middle of the night,

right before she could register

the transfer deeds.

It's an old wives' tale.

Hey! Sometimes they turn out
to be true.

So, that's why I asked Penelope
here,

to see if Old Lil was
trying to tell us something.

So, this interview you did
yesterday, who was that with?

Stephen Capulet.

You know, the slime-ball
you met on the way in.

Look, we'd love to help,
but we really are very...

Don't you worry.

We will have that picture of Lil
back on the wall before you know it.

Talk about scraping
the bottom of the beer barrel.

Haunted pubs?
Discombobulated spirits?

Wasn't that the name of that heavy
metal band you sang in at school?

Ha, very funny.

Well, if it was,
it would be less humiliating.

No my band was called Staliyon,

with a Y.

- The fee on this is a joke.
- Oh, don't be so cynical.

Who's to say that
Old Lil's tormented spirit

doesn't roam the corridor?

I saw a ghost once.

Really?

Yeah, Mr Biggles,
my aunt's dog, a Bichon Frise,

in the park,
the day AFTER it was run over.

You didn't think that maybe
it was just another Bichon Frise?

Anyway, I want to help this family.

You want to help the handsome
celebrity chef, more like.

I appreciate his craft.

Yeah, I saw you staring at it.

Come on, let's get this over with.

Erm, run some checks on Melanie,
Ben and Penelope Lawrence.

We'll check her alibi, see if we can
track down this stupid photograph.

I want them gone,

I mean, I don't mind admitting it.

It's ridiculous,

we own the pub, we own the land,

but they always manage
to renew that leasehold,

and there they are again, for
the next 30 years, like squatters.

Oh, that's a bit harsh, isn't it?

My family want back
what is rightfully ours,

and it falls on me to deliver.

The family signet. Mm?

It's bestowed upon
the one in the family

who's in charge of
the family's fortunes.

A small item
that carries a heavy burden.

Could you not just talk it through?

No!

As I said to that
Penelope woman yesterday,

100 years ago,

the Montagues publicly accused
my family of murdering Old Lil.

I mean, it's absolute hogwash.

Yeah, no, we heard.

We do not get along.

Right. Could you tell us
what time you spoke to Penelope?

I shall have to consult my diary.

Come.

Come, come, come.

So, what exactly is this all about,
eh?

Er, well, a family heirloom
was stolen.

An antique photograph of Old Lil.

Hm, curious.

Won't you meet my son? Christopher.

Chris.

Christopher's got the
sharpest mind I know.

I have no doubt he'll convince
the board he's a worthy successor

- to his father.
- If, indeed, that's what he wants to do.

Oh, tush, tush!

There's no nobler cause behind
which to rally one's talents.

I'm Frank Hathaway.
This is Lu Shakespeare.

I actually know who you both are.

I tend to keep an eye on
The Barchester Arms' social media.

- Oh!
- Oh! That's, erm...

It's, er, posted by the
Stratford Spirituals,

but Melanie and her son have
contributed to the page, too.

Clever. It's created
lots of interest in the pub.

- I bet!
- Here we are.

I had a meeting with Penelope
Lawrence at 10am yesterday morning.

You... you sure?

You sure it wasn't the afternoon?

Oh, she's, er,
somewhat hard to forget.

Where's Frank again?

Visiting his special
antiques contact.

Honestly,
every time he comes back from there,

he's got some kind of awful...

- RAAR!
- Oh!

Angry Andy.

Ah, fabulous, another oh-so-tasteful
trinket for the office there.

Yeah, my contact won't talk
unless I buy something.

Well, I hope it was worth it.

Well, he hasn't seen Old Lil,

but he has heard of her.

So, if she's not on his radar,
it means someone's sitting on her.

So to speak.

The Stratford Star. What's this?

Your paranormal scientist Penelope
Lawrence had a brush with the law.

Yeah, she's got a minor
conviction for assault.

Mm-hm, injured someone
whilst faking ghostly activity

at a seance she was filming.

I knew it. Charlatan.

Oh, there's no way she's in this
game for the good of science.

I found all manner
of hammy audition reels online.

This girl is after the limelight.

Yes, so stealing Old Lil would
be the perfect story for her.

And it boosts business for the pub.

I wouldn't mind betting
they're all in this together.

We've been used.

And I reckon Old Lil's
still in that pub,

stashed in one of their rooms
or in that camper van.

What we need to do is find a way
of distracting everyone,

keeping them out of the way
while we can search the place.

Yes!

Ooh, ooh, what about
Penelope's creepy vigil thing

she was throwing tonight
till she lost her cameraman?

That could actually work.

All we need is
someone on the inside.

You're doing that thing
where you turn around

because you want me
to go undercover,

but absolutely not.

This is about ghosts, and I have
far too rich an imagination.

Bah, it's not like you have to
dress up or anything, is it?

Footsteps.

Cold spots.

The disembodied spirit

of a murdered landlady.

The Barchester Arms is...

...erm...

...is...

Sorry,

are you filming this?

No. No, just taking a light reading.

I'm trying to get my f-stops
synchronised with the...

...little shutter things.
Is there a problem?

No. No. I'm, um...

So, will you be trying
to communicate with her?

I'm not sure yet.

Right. Well, er... I really
don't want to be on camera

and I've got a lot to prepare
for tomorrow, so I'll be upstairs.

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

That's a bad idea, that.

I, er... Big, creaky building
like this,

I'm going to pick up
all kinds of noises.

So, I think it's best if everyone
just stays down here for now.

OK.

Ready?

Yep. We are ready to go!

Rolling, sound speed!

Welcome to your nightmares.

Wow!

In the year 1900,

it was here that Old Lil was found,

DEAD at the bottom of the stairs.

And it is still here

that her footsteps

are said to be heard.

Lillian?

Can you hear me, Lillian?

Ask her! Ask her about the wager!

Ask her about the land!

Lillian?

Are you trying to tell us something?

- Hear that?
- Sh!

It's coming from Old Lil's bedroom.

Follow me.

Oh, no! Oh, wait! I, er...

- The battery's...
- Quickly!

- All right.
- Quickly!

Incredible!

Nobody's there.

At least, nobody living.

I don't think they saw us.

Did you find anything
in the other room?

No, but...

Is that you?!

Oh!

No.

Ah! A broken waste pipe.

Very interesting.

Why?

Melanie said there was a nasty smell when
Old Lil smashed the bar up last night.

- Yes!
- And if my memory serves me correctly,

the bar is just there.

Huh?

It's open.

See?

Someone could have stood on the pipe
and climbed in

- if they had something to grab hold of.
- What, like that wire?

It's her! She's trying to tell us!

It's about the pub, I know it!

Lillian, we're here.

What do you want to say?

OK, we're going to turn
the lights off

and switch to night-vision mode.

Sh!

Hear that?

Lillian?

Is that you?

Come with me.

- Was that Sebastian?
- Yes! Let's get out of here! - Go, go!

Right, keep rolling. Down!

So, there we have it, viewers,

The Barchester Arms,

where Old Lil still stalks.

What does she want?

Perhaps we'll never know.

Send us your comments.

Penelope Lawrence, out!

Right, cut.

That was a waste of time!

I did my part.

And, by the way,
I won't sleep for a week.

Well, you can blame Frank for that.

Well, tomorrow, I'm going to call
the Montagues

and put an end to this whole fiasco.

Oh! There's a message.

Message left at 12:40am.

That was only ten minutes' ago.

This is Penelope Lawrence.

Look, I'm the one who took Old Lil.

I did it for the story.

But now I've worked it out!

Old Lil is more important

than any of you realise.

Only, now, they know it.

Oh, no!

I think there's someone here!

You?!

No!

Please!

N-o-o-o-o-o-o!

Penelope?

Manual strangulation.

Signs of a struggle, but it's hard
to tell, it's such a mess in there.

One thing's for sure,
there was no sign of Old Lil.

If she was in there,
the killer must have taken her.

Guys! What are you doing here?

Will you turn that off, please?

- We're the ones that called it in, Viola.
- Oh. Sorry.

Listen, you'd better not
touch anything.

If Sarge catches you here, there'd
be more than one death tonight!

He looks like he's sucked a lemon
at the best of times,

but you should see him when he's
called out of bed in the night.

- He's a right grumpy old sod.
- PC Deacon!

While the FME certifies the death,

why don't you go stand on the road
and wait for the CSI team to arrive?

Preferably the middle of the road.

Yes, Sarge. Sorry, Sarge.

Now, before you start, the victim
called us. That's why we're here.

We're looking for an antique
photograph of Old Lil.

She's said to haunt the pub.
Penelope was a ghost-hunter.

We think it might all be connected.

A ghost-hunter? I mean, this is low,
even for you, Frank.

- Look...
- This is a murder investigation now.

You'll have to leave
it to the big boys.

Oh!

Mrs Montague? I'd like to take
both of your statements.

Would you be more
comfortable inside?

- Well, it just doesn't...
- Yeah, sure.

It just doesn't seem real.
I mean, the poor girl!

Come on.

You OK?

What did she find out
that she shouldn't have?

And why's that photograph
so important?

I need to have a proper look
in her room.

It'll be a good few hours
until we get in there.

Oh!

Yes, ma'am!

Ahem!

Eh? It's daylight!
How long have we been here?

I didn't want to wake you
cos you looked so peaceful.

You were like a giant baby. Dribble.

Oi! Anyway, forensics have gone

and I've just seen the milkman
do a drop-off earlier

and he left the back door open,
so it's all clear. Come on.

- Don't you want to take the thing off?
- Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Quick!

Oh! Ah!

Well, make yourself at home,
why don't you!

This is all about
Stratford-upon-Avon.

Historic families.

Ooh! Data stick.

- The police missed that?
- Almost missed it myself.

I thought it was part of the telly,
then I just...

This is all about Lillian Montague.

She was obsessed.

Yeah!

Here's a question for you.

What does "Prosa" mean?

Proza? Prosa? Diary.

Prosa?

Morning!

Aw! Thanks!

I splashed out on breakfast.

Thought you could use
a proper cup of coffee.

Oh! Why don't you just throw it
in my face? That'd work quicker.

This data stick
is going to be no use.

It's just night-vision photographs.

Empty stairways,
empty hall, empty bar.

Oh! WHAT is that?!

It's from a folder called
"Movement-Triggered Camera".

Well, she had one of those set up
in the bar.

This could be a break-in. That could
be our man! Can you clean it up?

I'll dust off my wand,
see if I can work some magic.

Prosa!

It's not a word, it's an an-acronym.

- An acronym?
- Yeah, an an-acronym!

An acronym.

Yes!

Public Records Office
of Stratford-upon-Avon.

S... Ah!

Ah! Are these really necessary?

Yes! Because you've got
Danish on your fingers.

So, it seems Penelope
was on to something.

Staff have uncovered a diary
from the 1900s.

They think it belonged to Old Lil.
They're bringing it in.

- Oh-ho-ho!
- Sh!

- Thank you.
- Sh! - Sorry. - Sh!

Wow! Look!

"June 16th - old Cedric Malone
passed away.

"Alas, there goes half our income.

"July 20th - supplier threatened
to hike our prices today.

"Until I threatened to counsel
his wife

"on the filly he's been
secretly seeing.

"He saw sense."

- I like this woman.
- Sh!

"September 5th -
Montague situation to improve.

"Mr Capulet, of course,
claims wager invalid.

"But witnesses disagree."

The next couple of pages
have been ripped out.

- That's very convenient, isn't it?
- Hm.

No, she won't let me look
in the logbook.

Public Records Policy, apparently.

- Jobsworth.
- Sh!

Right, that's it, get ready!
I'm going to draw fire.

Draw what?

Sh!

Oh! Argh! Ohhhhhhh!

There's been an accident there.
You might have to...

This lot flipping fell on me!
Argh! It's a deathtrap!

Are you trying to tell me
you stacked those boxes properly?!

That's a health and safety
violation!

- I'm going to put a complaint in about you!
- Oh, I'm so sorry!

Sh! Oh!

Ooo! Oh! Don't touch me!

S Capulet.

What is it?

I recognise that ring.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but, no, I have not been prowling
around The Barchester Arms by night.

You sure about that?

That's a pretty familiar
signet ring.

A small item that carries
a heavy burden.

You broke into that pub.

Penelope Lawrence's camera caught
you in the act, and now she's dead.

OK, OK, yes, I, er...

I did break into the pub.

But I had nothing to do
with that girl's death.

It was the night before
she was murdered, I swear!

I... I went in through a loose window
at the back.

The moment I got in,
everyone came charging downstairs.

Let me guess, toppled a few stools,
smashed a few glasses?

Not so much the ghost of Old Lil,

more like the ghost of
Stephen Capulet.

Why did you want to steal a picture?

It's nothing to do with Old Lil.

What, then?

- I was looking for banking documentation.
- Why?

I thought if I knew which bank they
planned to borrow the money from

to pay for the pub's leasehold,
I could,

you know, twist a few arms.

Simply make sure it didn't happen.

I... I don't think you understand.

They have me over a barrel. They
have first refusal on the lease!

It's piteous!

My father always made it abundantly
clear he thought I was an abject failure.

But if I couldn't get that pub
back into Capulet hands,

I wasn't fit to wear the crest.

Very touching.

Where were you last night?

Here, with me. It's the truth.

He's right.

We had supper late, about 11pm.

Neither of us could sleep,
so we went to bed around 1am.

If you have no interest in Old Lil,

why did you tear out the final
pages of her diary?

I didn't do that.

We saw your name
in the Personal Records log.

I never even seen a diary.

On my life.

Someone must have used my name.

Sebastian, talk to Viola.

I need to find out about
this police investigation.

Families can really mess you up,
can't they? I mean,

my mum's never actually said it,

but I could tell she's always been
a bit disappointed in me.

When I first qualified
as a police constable,

all my dad did was grunted
and kind of bared his teeth.

That's the closest you got to a
"well done" in our house.

Thank you.

Oh.

What's that?

"Read me."

Frank, it's the missing pages
of Old Lil's diary.

"September 6th.

"Night falls.

"The transfer deeds have been
signed.

"I won the wager fair and square,

"but I admit now I'm
scared for retribution.

"Today had my photograph taken.

"The new land owner
at her fireplace.

"If anything happens to me,

"look closely and the proof will be
there in black and white."

That's the last entry.

New land owner.

- It was true about the wager.
- Yeah,

and this must be the photograph

she's talking about, right?

The photo taken the very
day she died.

But how does it provide proof?

I wish it was clearer.

I can't see a thing.

Well, somebody wants us to know

all they'll prove the Montagues
rightfully own that pub.

Yeah, who, though?

Any one of the people that we've
spoken to would do anything

to get their hands on it
if they knew.

Who stands to gain the most?

I won't let them
get their hands on it, Mummy,

don't you worry.

Oh, Lu, Frank.

Any news?

No, sorry, not yet.

Oh.

Something I can help you with?

Yeah, when was the last time you saw
Old Lil's diary?

Diary? What diary?

You honestly don't know anything
about a diary?

No. What does it say?

What about Ben?
Did he mention anything?

No. No, he...

Look, if there is something
going on,

it's probably best if you tell us
before the police get involved.

Well, I went into the kitchens
to look for his purchase orders,

but instead I found this.

"Ben, I think we need to talk about
Old Lil. P."

And that's Penelope's writing.

And I found it with this.

So,

Penelope researches Old Lil,

she finds out about the diary,

she reads the diary

and she realises that
the photograph is of real value.

Possible proof the Montagues own
The Barchester Arms.

Right, so, she hatches a plan.

She steals the photograph

and then she sends a note to Ben
saying they need to talk.

She explains it all to him

and says he can only have the
photograph back at the right price.

Extortion for cash.

Yeah. I suppose.

They meet up and he just
sees red?

I still don't see how a photograph
of some old biddy by a fireplace

proves anything.

Nor do I. Oh! Hello, Sebastian.

Do you...? What?

Hang on. Ben Montague's been
arrested for drunk and disorderly.

You what?

Hang on. He's in a
right old state, apparently -

threatening people
and all sorts.

Guilty conscience!

Yeah, Frank says guilty conscience.

- Why's he going this way?
- He probably

just needs some fresh air, maybe
some coconut water, doughnut..

- Whatever.
- ..sausage roll. Hang on.

It's me.

No, I'm not OK.

I'm in a serious mess.

- You know exactly what about.
- What's he saying? - Shh.

Look, listen, if we really are in
this together, I need to see you now.

He's meeting someone...

Well? Follow those buns.

He's anxious.

I bet he is.

His goose is well
and truly cooked.

I don't get it, though.

Who's he in it with? His mum?

Chris Capulet.

They'll tear each other apart.

I'm not so sure.

Why did you do it, Ben, eh?

A rush of blood to the head?

A moment of madness?

Your mum found the note Penelope
sent you and the cash.

She was extorting you, wasn't she?

Trying to make you pay for
Old Lil,

but instead you killed her.

I didn't kill her,
and there was no extortion.

What was last night all about?

Look, the bank cancelled
our business loan, OK?

And I know it was Stephen Capulet

dripping poison in our bank
manager's ear. I know it!

So, why come here?

Well, because I need Chris to
talk to his dad.

To get him to do
something, anything.

Hang on.

Why would he help you?

Because they're together.

For a few years now,

except we had to hide it.

Mum would never speak to me again.

She's convinced dealing with
the Capulets is what killed Gran.

And my father would sooner
disinherit me

than allow a union that might keep
the Montagues in his precious pub.

Nice try, but the cash
and the note show clear intent.

I never got to speak to
Penelope about Old Lil.

She was dead before I had
the chance.

And the cash is for a supplier we
owe, nothing else.

It's true. Ben knows nothing
about the diary,

nothing about Old Lil,

nothing about supposed
proof in black and white.

What proof?

Proof that the pub may already
belong to your family.

So, it was you.

You sent us the diary pages.

Listen, I thought - telling them -

I wouldn't be betraying anyone.

You - more than anyone -

you know what that place is to me

- and my family.
- I'm sorry.

Me, too.

- I'm handing this to the police.
- No, no, please.

- He didn't do it. I know he didn't do it.
- How? - Because...

...I was with him that night.

I was at the pub,

in his room.

I saw the two of you arrive.

I snuck out before the police came.

The diary pages -

I didn't steal them.

I found them by chance,

in my father's drawer.

You see? I was with Ben
the night of the murder...

...not my father.

Aargh!

I've a few questions for you,
Mr Capulet,

if you'd like to come back to
the station with me.

Well, well, well - Old Lil.

We've been looking for you.

Looks like we've got our man,

if you can call him that.

I can't believe you killed
that poor girl.

Look, I only meant to scare her -
that's all. I didn't mean to...

She was going to ruin everything.

Arrest him.

Put him in the car.

I suppose I should say thank you.

Ooh, I've gone all tingly.

That's our evidence.

Hang on. I need a picture of that.

Ooh!

Go on - just say it one more time,
please - just once.

He said thanks!

At least we found her,

eventually.

It still doesn't prove
anything, though, does it?

And Stephen going to prison doesn't

stop the leasehold on the pub
running out.

They've got less than an hour

and still no money.

Perhaps they could open a new pub?

It's not just about the pub,
though, is it?

This has killed off the one
hope of the two families uniting -

Chris and Ben.

You never know -
people do turn things around.

Oh!

Turn things around.

Sebastian, you're a genius!

I think I'm onto something. Come on.

We haven't got much time.

Look, mate, I know you want to serve
that thing, but we'd actually really

like to be alone for these
last five minutes.

- It's all right.
- Here, give it to me.

No, don't do it!

What?

Old Lil said that the proof
would be here in black and white.

Then it is!

Sorry, but what's going on?

There's one tiny difference between
the fireplace in the photograph

and the fireplace now.

What?

See this tile?

It's upside down.

Do you see?

So, that means that at some point
after this photograph was taken,

that tile was replaced.

That's my girl.

Ben?

I don't believe it - transfer deeds

signed by the Capulets as well
as the Montagues.

September 5, 1900.

This is legally binding.

Good Old Lil. She hid it

because she was scared of what the
Capulets would do.

So, I mean, this means...

The land is yours, and the pub.

Oh!

Oh, Ben!

Oh, we can't thank you enough.

That's all right. We've always said

it's a very important case,
haven't we, Lu?

Yeah.

Well, the least
we can do is offer you a hefty

commission on top of your fee.

- And of course a free drink
whenever you're passing. - Oh, yes.

Oh.

You know, the only reason it
worked out so well

is because Chris put his feelings
before his family.

Must have been one of the hardest
choices he's ever had to make.

Well, maybe, after everything,
it's time to let things go.

I mean, really...

"What's in a name?"

Go on.

Well,

you're passing now,

so I'm going to get you that drink.

What?

Say it.

OK -

the case was worth taking,
all right?

Thank you.

Yeah. Finally the pub's
in the hands of the people that

care about it the most.

Who knows?

Maybe that's why Old Lil's spirit's
been so restless all these years.

Right now, the only spirit I care
about is going to be poured over ice

in about two minutes.

I'll drink to that.

No, you won't -
you're driving! Go on.

Do you think they do mocktails?