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[ethereal music]

[seagulls squawking]

[horse whinnying]

[horse neighing]

[triumphant music]

[whooping]

Whoa, Columbus.

Come on, Columbus.

We can do this.

[neighing]

Come on, come on!

Faster, Columbus, come on!

Faster!

[screaming]

[horns honking]

- BOY: Mom!
- Yeah?

Is there a McDonald's
in Longwood?

I doubt it.
It's a very small town.

There'll be one in Dublin,
I guess.

That's nearby, yeah?

WOMAN: Yeah.

Give or take 200 miles.

[sighs]

[humming]

Never give up, Danny.

Mickey?
Where are you?

Mickey...

Our plane leaves at 9.

[sighing]
Okay. I'll help.

I don't need any help.

- I've got all I'm taking.
- One tiny suitcase?

Why not?

This'll be good
for all of us.

It's Ireland,
not the end of the world.

Being here with Columbus,
that was good.

New York, that's good.

This is our home
and you're taking us away.

I can't afford the rent
anymore,

and now we finally
have our own home.

And I'm not even
allowed to ride.

You'll get to ride again,
as soon as your leg-—

Leg heals, yeah, yeah.
Doctor's orders.

I didn't break it on purpose,
you know.

It was my job to
look after Columbus.

What will I tell Daddy
when he gets back?

How will he find us now?

[music box playing]

[crying softly]

[exciting music]

The end of the world.

Well, that's unusual.

Okay, alright.

Well, at least it's got
character.

A house from the past.

Passed away,
more like.

[thunder]

Come on.

It's gonna be a
great adventure.

Okay, I want to explore it
from top to bottom.

Or maybe I'll go
from bottom to top.

[rain falling]

[mysterious music]

Mickey! Mickey!

Look!
Look what I found.

"“A Ninny's Journal."”
What's a ninny?

"“Nanny,"” numbskull.
You're a ninny.

Mickey...

I pick the slingshot.

You could get things
ready for school, you know.

Or go for a walk.

Or, God forbid, help me.

You know that letter we got?

How come Aunt Sonia
lived in Chicago

but had a house
here in Ireland?

- And why leave it to us?
- I told you, I don't know.

Dad never mentioned her.

I guess there was
no one else.

You're really lucky,
you know.

We inherit a house
from a complete stranger,

and you drag us halfway
across the world,

to this.

Lucky us.
I want to go home.

This is our home now, Mickey!

Get used to it.

This will never be my home.

[shattering]

[humming]

- Mickey.
- It wasn't me!

Oh, what's the point?

[eerie music]

[whooshing]

[indistinct whispering]

[whooshing intensifies]

[horse neighing]

What...?

[soft piano music]

The vane.

I know, Ben.

I know.

Just like last time.

He's returning.

[horses neighing]

It's time to end this.

It's time.

[children clamoring]

- Whatever.
- Alright, see you.

Chardonnay,
I saved you a seat.

There's only one Chardonnay
this time, pal.

[chuckling]

Miss Lemon?

- Colin.
- You're looking
lovely today.

Ah, there she are.

Colin, my man...

What should we do?

A: Ask 'em to move...

...or B: Make 'em move.

Awesome.

Seanny has found
himself a friend.

Move over, Curly.

This is my seat...

- [chuckling] ...love.
- Leave him alone.

Zip it, shorty.
[grunts]

Punks.

We walk.

Great.

Suit yourself.

Okay, but if you want to
get home before dawn,

I suggest you go this way.

[horse neighing]

[mysterious music]

Hey, wait up!
I'm Mickey.

Thanks for asking.

So where's the cool place
to hang out in Longwood?

WOMAN: I'm telling you,
Mayor,

he was there,
and then he was gone.

I saw him.

- With my own eyes.
- Really, Lily, are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.
I know what I saw.

- It was him.
- Sean.

Well, the mount's been dead
for nearly 300 years.

Well, he ain't dead no more!

Gone for 25 years,
but he's back.

All in black
on his jet-black horse,

his massive cape
swinging behind-—

That's what I saw.

Oh, dear.
It's contagious.

[crow cawing]

SEAN: The Black Knight
doesn't exist.

- How do you know?
- 'Cause that's for kids,

and nutters like Lily
in the library.

What is that place?

Longwood Castle,
home of the Black Knight.

- Really?
- Of course not.

It was Lord Longwood
Dumanceau's castle.

Who lives there now?

Lady Thyrza
Longwood Dumanceau.

Cracked dowager.

Huh?

Some people say
she's a witch, right?

I thought you didn't
believe in that stuff.

I don't.

- Let's check it out.
- I've gotta go.

Why? Afraid something's
gonna get you?

Maybe.
But not what you think.

[gate creaking]

[horses neighing]

[horse whickering]

[horse neighing]

[triumphant music]

[soft piano music]

[knocking at door]

I found this little whip
in Silver Stable.

Such an intelligent face.

That's fine, Ben.

I'm Thyrza Dumanceau.

I know.

So you know I'm crazy?

Let me show you something.

Lord Cillian Maelish Robertus
Longwood Dumanceau.

My great-great-great-
granduncle.

Better known as
the Black Knight.

You've seen him?

[eerie music]

Come.

Sit down, dear.

Nearly 300 years ago,

Lord Longwood Dumanceau
controlled this town,

and all the land around
as far as the eye could see.

Lord Longwood's wife,
Lady Ashlyn, gave him a
daughter...

[baby crying]

- Madelyn.
- LONGWOOD: Madelyn.

THYRZA: A happier man
was never seen.

But Madelyn was just a baby
when Lady Ashlyn died.

[bells chiming]

From that day on a
dark shadow dominated
Lord Longwood's life.

The kind man the villagers
knew had changed utterly.

[horse galloping,
dramatic music]

The peasants were forced
to hand over their harvests

to feed his army.

The weak began to die.

The villagers
kidnapped Madelyn,

and gave the lord
an ultimatum.

LONGWOOD: A couple
of cartfuls of offal?

Is that all my daughter is
worth?

THYRZA: A young boy was
chosen to return Madelyn.

[baby cooing]

This boy had love in his
heart.

LONGWOOD: Take it!

THYRZA: The starving
villagers rushed to the carts,

but they did not contain
food.

A villager snatched Madelyn.

LONGWOOD: No! Madelyn!

THYRZA: A fire started.
[horse neighing]

BOY: Run!

THYRZA: The boy went
to save the children.

[children screaming]

The Black Knight disappeared.

His body was never found.

From that day on...

Our town has been cursed.

[ominous music]

The boy and the other
children died in the fire.

Seven children.

And the very next day seven
horses appeared on this land.

The ghost of the Black Knight
comes and goes.

No one knows when
he will appear, or why.

But when he does...

Terrible things happen.

He will never rest until
he finds his daughter.

And you are...
[door opening]

Oh, for goodness' sake,

it's so unhealthy
in this darkness.

So threatening.
Now, perfect.

I brought you some of
my wedding glossies

to help you pass the...
Oh, you've got a visitor!

Caitlin Lemon.

Mark Dumanceau's fiancee.

Mickey.

- As in mouse?
- As in Miller.

- Mickey Miller.
- Oh, yes, you're the new
girl.

I'm new here, too.

What a coincidence.

[scoffs]
Three months already, dear.

Caitlin is from the town.

Mark is my only nephew.

Three months.

How time flies.

There's no such thing
as coincidence.

You must come back
soon, Mickey.

Time is precious.

[ominous music]
[galloping]

[baby fussing]

Run!

Daddy?

[music box playing]

[crows cawing]

BOY: Cup of tea, mayor?

- Norbert.
- Yes?

You and me are going
to put this place back
on the map.

Are we?

What's this?

Um...
A very old newspaper?

Wrong.
This is called business.

The hotels were packed
all year round.

Everybody hoping
to catch a glimpse

of the legendary
Black Knight,

wildly galloping
across the fields,

- forever seeking-—
- The missing girl?

- There was no missing girl.
- Dead pensioner.

A car plunge.

The driver was poleaxed;
the pensioner was 103!

The girl ran away!

For God's sake,
don't believe everything

you read in the newspapers!

Norbert!
There is no Black Knight.

But then,
the tourists don't know that.

Thyrza told me herself.
This town's been cursed

- since the day of the fire.
- Thyrza?

Remember?
Bats?

Longwood's just another kick.

And Irish people like
being unhappy.

- It makes us laugh.
- Are you happy?

No. Are you?

In this weirdo creepoid dump?

When my dad comes back
he'll take us home to New
York.

Where is he?

In Egypt, somewhere.

On an expedition.
He got lost in a storm.

When?

Four years ago.

And you think he's coming-—

He's coming back.

You go.
I'll see you tomorrow.

[melancholy music]

[knocking]

Hello.
You again.

I cam to see Thyrza.

Oh, dear...
Poor child.

I'm afraid she passed away.

[sad music]

Yes, Mark, my fiancee-—
he's a cardiologist-— found
her.

There was absolutely
nothing he could do.

She died in her sleep.
It's awful.

But I only just met her.

Well, isn't that lovely?

Now, I'm sorry,
but we are a family in
mourning.

Goodbye.

[door locking]

[horse neighing]

I just heard.

Thyrza seemed cool.

Mind that hatch.

[horse neighing]

Shh...
It's okay.

There's a good boy.

There.

It's okay.

Do you think he knows?

They all know.

How many of them are there?

Seven.

Seven.

Like the legend.

There's always seven.

One gets born...

and soon one dies.

They're wild.

Unpredictable.

Silver's the special one.

Can I ride him?

Are you crazy?

Only Silver decides that.

You saw.

He likes me.

Can I ride him?

[soft piano music]

[happy music]

[triumphant music]

Silver, what are you doing?
Where are you going?

[horses whickering]

No, Silver, let's go back.

No, come on!
[neighing]

BOY: Seven children died.
Seven grays arose.

No!
Make it stop!

Where the children died,
the Black Knight rages.

THYRZA: There is one,
only one who can do this.

Break the spell.
Get to the manuscript.

Thyrza!

[loud neighing, thud]

[mysterious music]

[horse whickering]

I know you're gonna
think I'm crazy-—

- Who is it?
- No one.

- But I just saw Thyrza.
- Thyrza's dead, remember?

- Look, you can't come here.
- She said I need to break
the spell.

The Longwood curse.
Only I can do it.

There must be more stuff
in the manuscript.

- You're gonna save Longwood?
- MAN: Sean!

It's nearly 9,
the shop'll be closed!

Look, you Americans,
you come to Ireland

and you see
ghosts and faeries.

What'll it be next?
Leprechauns?

Ever since I arrived here,

strange things
have been happening.

You just don't notice
it anymore because

- you've lived here so long.
- Sean!

I need some beer!
Will you get going?

My father is Irish,

so technically
I'm only half American.

MOM: Listen, pumpkin,
this gig is a big
opportunity for me.

- Okay?
- I know, I know.

Don't sit there.

- Right.
- What a lovely house.

Actually, it's a castle.

Now, the flowers.

For the coffin I'd like a
wreath of red and
white carnations,

- in full bloom.
- Yes.

I would like lilies down
the aisle of the church,

and outside I would like
some garlands of red roses.

Red roses.
Very tasteful.

I have wonderful ideas.

You...
You should do our garden.

Oh, I'd love that.
[ominous music]

What are you doing here?

I was looking for the
bathroom.

In Thyrza's desk?
Mommy!

Oh, it must be so
easy to get lost...

In a castle.

[grunting]

- I'm sorry.
- So sorry.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.
Hi. Mark Dumanceau.

- Lisa Miller.
- Nice to meet you.

My condolences.

Oh, thank you.

Mark, love, would you
sign Lisa's quote?

- Um... Oh, sure.
- For the flowers.

Sure, sure, sure.
[phone ringing]

Hello?
Yes, no, just...

Just-— Just change the time
to Wednesday.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

- What were you doing?
- Nothing. I got lost.

MARK: Caitlin?

[page tearing]
Coming!

Caitlin, where are my keys?

Have you seen my wallet?

[crows cawing]

NORBERT: Your permit
was rejected, mayor.

MAYOR: What?!

That race is the
cherry on the icing

of my metaphorical cake,
and it goes ahead.

[door opening]

Miss Lemon.

- "“Li-mon."”
- "“Leh-mon"”

No, "“li-mon."”

- Lemon.
- Norbert. Manners.

Nice rags.

So...
The old lady snuffed it.

- You have the drawings?
- Of course.

Business as usual.

You sorted your end out?

No, do you have the
2 million for the land?

Okay, I don't have
the money right now,

but I know a man who does.

But he's a player and if we
want to make this thing
happen

we've got to speed
things up a bit.

Catch the train.
You know what I mean?

Well, I can't do anything
until I'm married.

You know that.

Okay.

I worked this out
on the premise that you...

sell me the 200 acres.

My hotel is here.
My golf course is here.

[groans]

Okay.

For you, m'lady.

The castle,
totally transformed.

[gasping]

Out go the stables,
the meadows,

in comes the swimming pool,
the tennis courts.

- It's perfect.
- Not bad, huh?

One minute you're all
scrubbing floors,

The next you're
marrying a baron.

Leave my family
out of this.

And he's an earl.

Not a baron.
Moron.

I, Thyrza Magdalena Michaela
Florentine Longwood
Dumanceau,

declare this to be my
last will and testament.

I bequeath all of my property
of every description

whatsoever and wheresoever
situated to my grandnephew,

Mark Phillip George
Longwood Dumanceau.

Oh, there is one condition.

Neither the house
nor its lands may be sold,

nor interfered with in any
way other than routine upkeep,

for as long as my
stableman Ben Saunders

and/or any of my precious
horses are extant.

Extant?

Alive.

MAN: I now entomb
the body of Thyrza

Magdalena Michaela
Florentine Longwood Demanceau

with her beloved family.
May she rest in peace.

Amen.

Amen.

Excuse me.

[rumbling]

THYRZA: Danger.

The horses.
The horses are in danger.

Find the manuscript.

Told you.
You need brains to fix that.

[scoffs]
Oh, God, it's the Yank.

What are you looking
for now, Sherlock?

Nothing, really.
I just came to see-—

Then I need you here.
Settle him.

I really think
that you should-—

I really think that
you should...

[tsking]

Otherwise your mother
will never work for us again.

Come on, Colin.

Want to see a real
woman in action?

Look behind you, shorts.

Stand.

Stand!

[horse whinnying]
[Chardonnay screams]

[chuckes, clears throat]

- Are you alright?
- Mommy!

CAITLIN: She might as well
have left the estate

to those bloody horses
and that twit Ben!

As long as they're alive
there's nothing we can do.

MAYOR: Well, I can't have
a herd of wild horses

running around my golf
course.

- They'll ruin the grass.
- I dreamed of this my whole
life!

[crows cawing]

We can build nothing,
change nothing, touch
nothing.

As long as those
precious beasts are alive.

Are you really going to
let a little hiccup like this

get the better of you?

You'll find a way
to take care of it.

Sean, I need to
show you something.

You'll see that I was right.

There.

"“One was taken
ne'er to be found.

"“One will be haunting
this sacred ground."”

That's about baby Madelyn
and the Black Knight.

It could be anything.
Let's go.

Look.

It's the same symbol
as my amulet.

My father gave me this
when I was a baby.

It was passed down
through the generations.

So?
Coincidence.

There's no such thing.

Come on.
We need to know more.

You're doing that
weird thing again.

Where are the local
history records?

You want to know all about
the Black Knight, don't you?

I want to know too,
but we have no records.

They were all lost
25 years ago in the fire.

[door opening]

The whole library
burned to the ground.

Nothing left but dust.

A girl disappeared.

[mysterious music]

Do you know the
most amazing thing?

People saw the Black Knight
right in the heart of the
inferno

but he didn't burn,
not even a blister.

Even his cape
didn't catch fire.

We need Thyrza's manuscript.

Not we.
You.

No.

Caitlin and Chardonnay will
be watching me like hawks.

- You'll have to go
into the house-—
- I have to go.

I'm already late.

- Don't be such a baby.
- I have to be home.

My father.

You wouldn't understand.

Why wouldn't I understand?

I do understand.
I do understand!

[door opens and closes]

LILY: Danny,
turn your light off

and put that slingshot away!

DANNY: Okay, okay!

Poor Danny.

He tries, but
I'm not sure he'll ever

get the nick of
that slingshot.

Was Aunt Sonia married?

I don't know.

Well, did she have family
here or did she just
holiday here?

[chuckling]
I really don't know, Mickey.

You know
as much as I do.

What did the letter say?

Nothing.

It was from a lawyer in
Dublin.

Legal stuff about the
house being left to us.

That's all.

Danny!

"“Lord Longwood is so
delighted with little
Madelyn.

"“Each night he sings her
'The Fairest Girl of the
Light.'"”

[ethereal music]

[man singing 'The Fairest
Girl of the Light']

[baby giggling]

[mysterious music]

CAITLIN: Still can't
find the bathroom?

Maybe next time
hide your bike.

- Where's the manuscript?
- What manuscript?

What are you doing
sneaking around my house?

Where's the desk, then?

I gave it to the auction
house in the town,

together with the
rest of the old junk.

Now get out of my house.
Capite?

That's Italian for
"“Understand?"”

It's capito.

[ominous music]

Come on, darling.

[melancholy music]

[neighing]

[suspenseful music]

LONGWOOD:
I'm coming for you.

[breating heavily]

BOY: Run.

Run!

[baby crying]

[woman yelping]
[baby crying]

[galloping]
[horse whickering]

I'm not what you want.

I'm not the one
you're looking for!

[sword ringing]

THYRZA: Mickey...

- Mickey.
- Thyrza, help!

The diary.
In the diary.

[singing
'The Fairest Girl of the
Light']

Why am I here again?

Because, well,
you're my legs.

And because
you're my friend.

Come on, you're the
one with the legs.

There.

The desk at the top.

Of course.
Where else would it be?

I hate heights.

Don't look down.
Just keep going.

[clattering and yelling]

I feel dizzy.

Quick!
Get the manuscript.

I feel really dizzy.

[shouting and clattering]

I can't get caught, okay?

It'll be alright.
Just hide.

- I'll take care of it.
- MAN: Who are you?

What is going on
with you?

MICKEY: I didn't mean
to cause any trouble.

- I was just looking for-—
- I don't want to hear it.

Go to your room.

The desk broke.
It was on the floor.

The Legend of Longwood.

By Lathy Timber.

Sean...
Thanks.

Look...
My dad...

He's different
from other dads.

He's okay, but...

He stayed around for me
when my mom left.

He's still your dad.
You're still his kid.

I know.

- Night.
- Night.

[ominous music]

Well?

My amulet is gone.

I was sure I left it
on my bedside table.

It'll turn up.

Savage pictures.

Whoa.

There's a page missing.

Ok.
Sock it to me.

- Just the facts.
- Okay, so...

You know the seven children

that died in the fire
in the stables?

Thyrza noted all the names.

Fact.
America, one point.

It's their voices
I'm hearing.

The same words
in the book.

Dead children's voices?

Fiction.
America, zero points.

You want facts?

They're right here.

One was born,
one has died.

One was grieved,
the faithful denied.

One was taken,
never to be found,

BOTH: One will be haunting
this sacred ground.

Same words as
in the crypt.

That's about Madelyn.

She disappeared,
but she didn't die.

So what happened?

Seven children died.
Seven graves arose.

Seven stones closed.

Seven protect what's lost.
Blood will flow.

What's that?

Thyrza said that every time
the Black Knight comes,

something terrible happens.

The names must be named.

The spell must be broken
to redeem the ashamed.

I'm not too sure
about that, either,

but the seven stones
in the meadow

must be the children's
graves.

And seven protect
what's lost.
The seven horses!

But it's more.

It's like the horses
are the children's souls.

That explains why
I always hear the voices

when I'm around them.

And they're wild and
never at ease because

they can't rest until
this mystery is fixed.

Just like the Black Knight.

Thyrza said they're in
danger.

Why?

What will happen if something
happens to the horses?

There might be something
more on the missing page.

"“The names must be named."”

Thyrza's list.

The children's names.

We must put their
names on the stones.

Ireland, ten points.

[engine revving]
[muffled pop music]

[groaning]

[distant neighing]

Beasts!

- Hernanda.
- Caitlin, oh.

Such history.

Eh...
They all give me the creeps.

They're Mark's family.

Otherwise I'd have
torched them by now.

[chuckling]
Shall we?

Now, I found
a great champagne

which we'll serve at one.

[speaking French]

That means "“the ceremony."”

Drinks at 4.
Dinner, ten courses.

9:30, the band.
They are fabulous.

[laughing]
And then the icing on the
cake.

Spectacular fireworks at 12.

Perfect.
[knocking]

Excuse me.

- What?
- I only need one signature.

The earl's, not yours!

But I want it pronto.

Otherwise our investor's
a goner.

MARK: I understand
what you're saying,

but just tell the hospital...
[neighing]

- And the horses-—
- I'm working on it, now go!

Guests of honor.

A vintage car race.

A real earl.

- It's my destiny.
- I'll leave you with our
contract,

to deal with as
promptly as you like.

- Perfect.
- Oh, what a mess.

Who's that?

[laughter]

- It's just the garden.
- Only the garden?

[happy music]

There.
"“The names must be named."”

Nothing's happening.

This is useless.

Come on.

Maybe they just
need some time.

Maybe they're waiting for
you to redeem the ashamed.

How do I do that?

I have no idea.

[thunder rolling]

[melancholy music]

[children giggling]

Fancy that one?

Eh, that could
create a distraction.

Well...
Brace yourself.

Oh, God.
Can't this wait?

I'll have to give it
back to Hernanda.

She's threatening to walk.

- Thanks.
- Hey, look, I'm sorry.

You're doing everything;
I'm just...

I'm happy.
It's our big day.

Oh...

[sighing heavily]

A vintage car race
around these narrow roads?

- Madness.
- Oh.

I hadn't looked at it that
way.

[crow cawing]

- Greetings, my lord.
- Are you crazy?!

- This is a covert operation.
- Yeah.

- Sorry, boss.
- Contain yourself, Norbert.

Race day is
just around the corner.

Think of the crowds
there, huh?

The press!

We don't want to throw
away our trump card

on a three-legged dog
on Halfast Road, do we?

- I-—
- What about the horse?

The horse is in the parlor.
[laughing evilly]

- Hi.
- Hi.

[flies buzzing]

What's wrong?

Have you been outside?

There's mud everywhere.

It's our wedding
and there's mud!

And horse...

Horse... everywhere!
[crying]

I'm sorry, it's just...

There's so much
to do and...

I'm doing everything, and...

[crying]

Can we just leave
the garden, please, Mark,

just for now, please...

Could you tell Lisa?
It's all so upsetting!

[birds squawking]

- Good morning.
- Hi.

How are you?

- Very well, thank you.
- Good.

Good, good.
Listen.

We've had a bit of a
rethink about the garden

and we really think we're
going to put the project
on hold for the moment.

So there's no need to
rip out that stuff today,
if that's okay.

MARK: Thanks,
you did great work.

So just invoice me and
I'll get back to you. Bye.

[festive music blaring]

MAYOR: Colin?
Colin! Come on!

Come over here.
Family photo, big smile.

Thanks for that.

[neighing]
[gasping]

Ben!

Good morning, ma'am.

Sorry to disturb you but

would you check
the gate by the road?

- Make sure it's closed.
- Oh, sure.

Could you do it now?

The horses...

Those cars'll be racing
right past the castle.

- Here.
- Of course, of course!

Thanks, Ben!

[festive music blaring]

Big smile!

- Beautiful.
- MAYOR: Look at the car!

Now back to me.

Norbert!
What are you doing?

- Get over there.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[microphone feedback]

Good afternoon,
everybody.

As Mayor of Longwood...

I would like to
welcome you all...

Hi.

...to this, our inaugural
vintage car race!

In about
15 minutes' time,

history will be created...

In this, our proud town.
[cheering]

Dear, I left the
binoculars in the car.

- Oh, I'll get them.
- No, certainly not.

It's most important
that you're here.

MICKEY: So what did
happen to baby Madelyn?

SEAN: Okay,
so it was 1739.

The first famine.

People starving.

Terrible diseases.
No transport.

No way out.

So the most
logical thing is

she grew up with a
family here in the town.

Maybe some of
Lord Longwood's relatives

did come searching.

But isn't one baby
just like another?

But everyone in the town
must have known

who she really was.

They kidnapped her.

They would have had
their heads chopped off

if anyone else found out.

They were desperate.

Well, it all ended
in a terrible tragedy.

Lord Longwood and seven
innocent children died.

They had a reason
to keep it all secret.

So Madelyn probably
never even knew

she was
Lord Longwood's daughter.

I mean, people were
so poor those days.

Where would have
been the best place

for her to survive?

- In a farm?
- Or mill.

A mill, yes!
That's the connection!

She grew up here.

- We're the Miller family.
- And Madelyn...

is your great-great-
great-great grandmother!

- Yes!
- I was joking.

Get real.

I'm leaving.
Can't concentrate.

[exciting music]

[thunder rolling]
Ben, wake up.

I can't find the horses.

Ben? Ben!

[suspenseful music]

Longwood is
ready to race!

[engines revving]
And who better to set us off

than the true
gentleman himself:

Lord Longwood Demanceau!
[cheering]

[suspenseful music]

[distant starter pistol]

[engines revving]

Come on,
come on, Silver!

The horses.

[neighing]

Hurry, Silver.
Go on!

Come on, come on.

Okay, now jump!

[snapping]
[neighing]

Come on!
Go, go, go!

[engine roaring]

Stop, stop, stop!

Silver.

What...?

What in the name of-—

I was saving the horses.
The gate was open!

That's impossible.
I gave Ben clear
instructions.

You crippled my horse.

What?

He's not your horse,
he's Thyrza's horse.

This is your fault.

- I didn't leave
the gate open.
- Then who did?

The Black Knight.
I saw him!

[laughing]

There you are!
More lies.

I hope you're
well-insured.

No, no, no, let's just
wait until we find out-—

Until what?
Until someone dies?

For God's sake, Mark,

these horses
are out of control.

We must take action.
They should be put down!

- No, you can't!
- No.

Caitlin's right.

We're lucky no one's
badly hurt here.

You should take her home.

CAITLIN:
Come on, darling.

[cellphone ringing]

Hello.
Norbert Tilly speaking.

I'm here!

I'm here!

[crow cawing]

Have you gone mad?!

Well, I didn't know
those horses would be
out in the road!

Take off that idiot mask.

If the press find out...

I thought that was
the whole point.

The permit!
The permit, you numbskull!

- What permit?
- What permit?

That's the whole problem!

Get rid of the evidence.

There's no bloody permit.

[whickering]

You could have been killed!

But the horses
were in danger!

Stop it about those horses!

There'll be a claim for
damages hanging over us

thanks to those horses!
What's wrong with you?

You're just as stubborn
as your father.

I'm glad of it, too.
When Daddy comes back-—

Norman is not
coming back, Mickey.

He's never coming back!

It's been four years!

Not one of the expedition
has returned.

You have to accept
that he's gone!

[sad music]

Vet's coming in a few days.

They'll all have to be
put down.

If I hadn't fallen asleep...

Never did that before.
Never.

And naps...

are for sick people
and babies.

If the accident
hadn't happened...

Would they have
been put down?

[sad music]

I'm sorry, Silver.

I'm so sorry.

BEN: Go home, Mickey.

It's best that you don't
come back here anymore.

[church bells ringing]

[phones ringing]

You're lucky no one died!

There's no need to shout.
I can hear you perfectly.

You only get one shot at
stuff like this, you know?

Now we won't be allowed to
hold so much as a cake sale.

Oh, I can really see it.

Crowds arriving in droves
to buy my lemon cupcakes.

Oh, stop banging on.

- It's not my fault.
- Isn't it?

So what's this?

A fairly unflattering
snapshot.

- You're not in it.
- Indeed.

Because you weren't there.

Maybe later,
but not then.

Letting those horses
out was idiotic!

Something I never took
you for, Miss Lemon.

Keep your hair on, Lance.

I seem to remember
you telling me

to take care of the horses.

MAYOR: Not to kill them!

So what about
our business?

There is no business.

Without a signature,
no investor.

Without an investor,
no dream villa.

Mark is so preoccupied.

He'd sign his own
death warrant.

Not so stupid now, huh?

So...
What about our business?

And the horses?

My fiancee is
taking care of them.

[laughing]

Oh, you outclass
the upper class, m'lady.

[ominous music]

Oh, Ben.

Can you please go up
to Lord Longwood's study

and take his post?

Yes, yes.
Of course, ma'am.

Thank you.

It can't be Norbert Tilly.
I know what I've seen.

Okay, stop this arse.
It was a fancy dress trick.

Thyrza predicted it
in her manuscript.

Oh, yeah, the manuscript.

The Myth of Manu...

White Elephants Can Fly...

The Secret Life
of the Eiffel Tower...

All written by Longwood's
well-known author...

Lathy Timber.

They're in the library.

Lathy means long,
and Timber means wood.

Better known as Lady Thyrza
Longwood Demanceau.

This whole Black Knight
thing is tosh. Fact.

You're the same as
the rest of them.

Why don't you
just go on home?

And don't forget to
take a few bottles

for your drunk of a father.

My father just needs help.

It's time you buried yours.

[intense music]

Ben...

[groaning]

Ben, what happened?

Help the straps
come across her, mate.

Take the newspaper.

There was something, Mickey.

- On what?
- Caitlin.

Magic... at the stables.

It overcame them
because... because...

- MICKEY: Of her shoes.
- BEN: Her shoes...

It's Caitlin!

First the car crash,
and now Ben.

She set Mark up
to put down the horses.

I'm gonna sort this out.

I'm gonna go down
to the castle,

and I'm gonna prove that
Caitlin is behind all this.

You're doing no such
thing, young lady.

Look at this.
We're being sued, Mickey.

Big time.
Ruined.

You got what you wanted.

We're gonna put
the house on the market

and we're gonna go back
to New York next week.

So you're not to go
near that woman,

not now, not ever.

[sad music]

[triumphant music]

[thunder]
[gasps]

[neighing]

Um... Darling?

Couldn't do it.

- I couldn't put them down.
- Okay.

Okay.

We'll take care of it.

Let's get married.

Yeah.

It's a bit of a circus
out there, isn't it?

You only get
married once.

Okay, twice in my case.

[nervous laughter]

CAITLIN: Soon we will
have our dream.

Something special
for my special girl.

A real lady of the manor.

- Class.
- Goodness me.

What a fuss.

A royal wedding
couldn't compete.

[laughing]
But we're keeping it calm.

Now...
Close your eyes.

[Caitlin gasps]
HERNANDA: Crystal nails.

Limited edition.
Perfect with the ring.

Darn it,
I left the hair in the car!

Oh, for goodness' sake.

[music box playing]

Dear Mrs. Miller,

we, the undersigned,
act for the estate

of the late Sonia Miller.

At the will of the deceased
you're entitled to a legacy

of one property as follows:
The Old Mill, Longwood Town,

so that it may be
renovated and lived in

and enjoyed as
a home once more.

Sincerely,
Lathy Timber.

Thyrza.

[dramatic music]

He was my father, too.

Do you want to
go back to New York?

Me either.

I'm gonna make sure
that we don't.

[thunder rolling]

Oh, what a shame.
It looks like rain.

Okay.

Plan B.

[exciting music]

COLIN: Colin, man.
Looking good!

CAITLIN: Of course,
I should have expected him

not to have the guts to
put those beasts down.

Don't expect me to
explain this to Daddy.

You most certainly will.

That's the price
for aristocracy.

Aristocracy?
Who cares?

- This place is a dump.
- You listen to me, madam.

Your grandmother scrubbed
these floors for 40 years.

Play your cards right
and you'll never have to

work a day in your life.

Trust me.

Soon this place
will be unrecognizable.

And leave the horses to me.

[dramatic music]

LILY: Danny?

- Where's your sister?
- Uh...

I don't know.
She never tells me anything.

[dramatic music]

"“The wind will blow
without a sigh.

"“The Knight will
be out seeking.

"“The battle will rage
like ne'er before.

"“The true heir must
reveal the token.

"“The Knight will
find his Madelyn.

"“At last,
the spell be broken."”

[car horn honking]

[Caitlin yelling]

[indistinct shouting]

What?

I've just paid a small
fortune to have this
gravel raked.

You said that
I would set up here

for the display
to happen there.

I don't know
how you thought that.

Any imbecile could see
that this vista

is obviously much better.

I don't know.

That might be too close
to the stables.

Oh for God's sake.

Aren't you meant to be
the best in the business?

So just make sure you're
not too close to the stables.

The horses.

[exciting music]

[horses whickering]

Did you never hear it's rude
to root in peoples' drawers?

I believe these
belong to me.

A thief...

As well as a liar.

Who's the thief here?
You stole my amulet.

No, I returned it
to where it belongs.

You sold the land?

Well, my dear, if you did
your detective work
correctly,

you'd see that it's a
totally legal transaction

that my very-soon husband-
to-be sold the land.

You probably
don't even love him.

[scoffing]

What could you
know about love?

More than you ever will!

You're the one who wants
to get rid of the horses.

Ben must have found out
so you got rid of him, too.

His moped was ancient.

It's no wonder
the brakes failed.

No one said anything
about the brakes.

Touche.

No!
I know what you're after.

Coming here with
your stupid necklace.

Well, you're not taking
what's rightfully mine.

You've no spot at my wedding.
Capito?!

[grunting]
[Mickey screams]

[frantic music]

Let me out of here!

Let me out!
Let me out!

Let me out!

Come on, come on!
Let me out!

Lucky girl.

You and those bloody horses
will have front-row seats
tonight

when the fireworks begin.

Sean.

I need to know
where Mickey is.

Our plane is leaving tonight.

I didn't know
you were going.

It wasn't the plan.
Where could she be?

The wedding.

The wedding.
That's it.

Where are you going?

I'm all out of gargle.

You need to go
to the pub.

You want a drink, Dad?
You can get it yourself.

I'm not going anymore.

I'm your son, Dad.

Your son.

[dramatic music]

Help! Help!

Help!

Is anybody there?

[violin music]

["“Here Comes the Bride"”
playing]

Where is the little princess?

[static buzzing]

[music playing]
MAN: Alright.

Come to me, baby.

That's right.

Yeah...
Come a little closer.

CAITLIN: Chardonnay!

Chardonnay?

What?

Stupid wedding toys.

[crackling, music distorting]

MAYOR: Marriage joins
two people together

in a circle of its love.

["“Pomp and Circumstance"”
playing]

We are gathered here today
to complete that circle

by joining these two
beautiful people

as husband and wife.

[electricity buzzing]

[melancholy music]

[frightening music]

[horses neighing]

Help!

Someone help me!

Help me!

[horses neighing]

Come on!

Help!

Help!

Here we go.
Go.

Come on, through the door.
Through the door.

Come on, go, go.

Come on, Silver.
We gotta get out.

We've got to get out
of here, Silver. Come on.

Come on!
Get up!

Silver, get up.

Come on, please.
Come on.

Get up!

Please.
Get up!

Silver, help me.
Please, please, please.

You can't give up, Silver.

[neighing]
Yes, yes, yes!

[whinnying]

Don't stop!

You'll be fine.
You can do this.

Come on.
Come on!

I know it happened before.

I won't let the fire
hurt you again.

I promise.

You'll be alright.

Okay, go.

[neighing]
Hurry.

[screaming]

Do you, Caitlin Lemon...

take Mark George
Philip Dumanceau

to be your lawful
wedded husband?

I do.

[sad music]

Sean!

The door is locked.
Chardonnay has my amulet.

- You've got to bring it to-—
- You're nuts!

- I'm gonna get help.
- No!

There isn't time!
My amulet is the answer.

I must end this!

Please trust me, Sean.
Just this once.

Do you, Mark George
Phillip Dumanceau...

- take Caitlin Lemon-—
- Is that smoke?

Go on. Do you, Mark
George Phillip Dumanceau...

[clearing throat]
Do you...

- Mark George Phillip-—
- There's a fire!

Fire!
[clamoring]

Hang on!
[screaming]

Ah, there he is.
Colin, my man.

- What shall we do?
- A: Punch him.

Or B: Punch him.

[Colin moaning]

Did you see that?
He attacked me!

Mickey!
Here!

Mickey's in there!

Mickey!

Mickey!

Mickey!

Mickey!

Mickey!

Mickey!

[singing
"“The Fairest Girl of the
Light"”]

[ominous music]

Madelyn gave this to me.

She didn't die that day.

She grew up
here in the mill.

She had children and
her children had children

and so on until me.

It was my destiny
to give this to you.

Take it.
I know you loved her.

Mickey!
Mickey!

Mickey, no!

No! Stop!

[man singing
"“The Fairest Girl of the
Light"”]

[whooshing]

MICKEY: Sean...
Sean... Over here.

[coughing]

Over here!

SEAN: Over here!

[coughing]
[triumphant music]

- Call an ambulance!
- No, wait, where's Caitlin?

I found out what she's been
up to behind your back.

The castle, the horses, Ben.

What planet are
you living on?

Everybody knows you're
a pathological liar.

- You tried to kill me!
- Oh, for God's sake.

There isn't a shred
of evidence to...

It's your nail.

We made the call!
No need to panic, lads!

The fire brigade's on its
way.

Get out of the way,
you pig!

- Sean, call me.
- Chardonnay!

Mommy!

[screaming]

Oh my God!
My dress!

Oh my God,
my dress is ruined!

- I sprained my ankle!
- For God's sake!

Come on, quickly!
Run!

[screaming]

[happy music]

You were right, Mom.

This is our home.

There never was
a cousin Sonia.

It was Thyrza.

She sent the letter
about the mill.

She left the nanny's
diary there.

It was my destiny,
and she knew it.

I'm so sorry.

I never should have said
that to you about your dad.

It's okay.

He loved us.

You, me, and Danny.

He would have come
back if he could.

How'd you do it?

It was easy.

When you know how.

MARK: Well, if you change
your mind just let me know.

It is all rightfully yours.

LILY: We'll stay here.
The mill is our home now.

It always was.
We just didn't know it.

Well, the household and
I are very grateful.

The house'll be...

- Perfect.
- Actually...

It's a castle.

[chuckling]

Come for dinner tonight.

All of you.

I'll show you
some of my etchings.

Actually, your etchings.

That'd be nice.

Good.

I see your horse and
rider are fully recovered.

Well, we agreed she could
ride if she took it real
slow.

[exciting music]

Go, Silver, go!

[whooping]

[happy music]