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The lake’s burst its banks but it
looks like the Lovells moved up

to the North Meadow in the nick of time.

It was quite a storm, huh?

I didn’t sleep a wink.
I couldn’t stop thinking

about Sir Simon. Poor guy
looked so distressed, Hiram.

Do you think we should send a gift
to apologise for frightening him?

Nice idea honey.

You know, I think we
were in the eye of it.

The damage isn’t as bad as I feared.

A shelter in the time of storm

Secure whatever ill betide

A shelter in the time of storm…

How did that happen?

A weary land, a weary land

Oh, Jesus is a rock in a weary land

A shelter in the time of storm

No fears alarm, no foes are right

A shelter in the time of storm

Lady D… D… Deborah.

Delightful sermon this morning,
Reverend, although the end dragged.

Please, do try to remember
the ten minute rule.

Oh dear. I don’t suppose the insurance…?

Ghost damage comes
under exclusion clauses.

Curse his bones.

He’s obviously not best pleased
with his new incumbents.

- Sooner they leave the better.
- I couldn’t agree more, Elvis.

What on earth can they have
done to offend him I wonder?

Morning.

Morning, Reverend.

So how are you finding
England’s green and pleasant?

A bit of a culture shock.

I don’t expect you’ll stick around.
Don’t you have law studies to resume?

Actually I’ve decided
I’m not cut out for law.

So what are you going
to do with your life?

You sound like my Mom.
You know what Mothers are like?

Hardly, Cecil’s bolted with
a bridge player from Monte Carlo.

And ours upped sticks to
become a Buddhist Nun.

The last known location
was some temple near

Wat Chiang Man, wherever
the blazes that is?

Northern Thailand.

Is she coming to the wedding?

I sincerely hope not.

I hesitate to use the words,
"wedding of the year",

but the Prince of Wales
is the guest of honour.

The last thing I want is a bald mother of
the bride in an orange sari ruining photos

because, well, literally everyone
who is anyone will be there.

We hope you can come.

Although it will have to be the reception
party only as the chapel only seats 300.

Don’t be a numpty, Mops.
She can be my plus one.

I wouldn’t want to ruin the seating plan.

It would be a shame if you
missed out on the ceremony.

Imagine the chapel…

a bower of freesias to match my bouquet.

The eyes of the congregation
on me as I make my entrance.

- The Duke of Stilton your…
- Ruddy man this is all I need.

What on earth’s the matter, Bluey?
You look like a heart attack in waiting.

Dickie Wales has invited himself to
stay on his way to Scotland next month.

- Bad luck.
- He’ll drink my best vintages.

And how I’ll entertain him when
the shooting season hasn’t even started?

He is rather high maintenance.
Can’t you find an excuse?

Hardly as my high maintenance
daughter would kill me

seeing as he’s star guest at her wedding.

Ralph seems smitten with the Otis girl.

He’s not the only one smitten. Have you
seen the way she makes eyes at Cecil?

If we’re not careful — none of
them will make a suitable match.

I say, Bluey…

what do you say we kill
two birds with one stone?

Ooh. I did’st underestimate them.

So impressed were they by mine performance

they did’st leave me a tribute.

They seem strange tributes.

"Dear Sir Simon.

It was a pleasure to meet you and
apologies if we alarmed you at all.

Please accept these natural remedies,

which we hope you will find helpful
for your soothing rest and relaxation.

Sincerely, The Otis family.

P.S. What does PS mean?

Given the importance of sleep
to adolescent brain development,

we’d very much appreciate it if you
could limit haunting to before 11pm."

Well!

Hiram,

do you think that means
he appreciates my gift basket?

At the black moon,

when Chanticleer doth
sound twice his merry horn…

then deeds of blood will be wrought,

and murder walk abroad with silent feet.

I’m not sure if appreciate
is the word I’d use.

Death threats from a dead man. Way to go.

Did you see how he turned brown when the
bath bombs exploded?

- They stuck to him.
- So?

Our Ghost isn’t an apparition
he’s made of atoms. Solid matter.

That’s an impressive deduction.

Although his molecular makeup must
be considerably lighter than ours

in order for him to disperse…

You mean he can’t just disappear.

Mrs. Umney. Do you know
who Chanticleer is?

A cursed cockerel.

Legend says that if he crows
twice during the midnight hour,

a member of the household will die.

I take it this theory is tried and tested?

The last time was in 1815 when Lord Digby
Canterville was struck down aged 29.

How did he die?

It’s said he was frightened
to death by the Ghost.

Well, then I don’t think
we have anything to worry about.

I suppose they’ll redecorate.

Paint everything the colour of wet cement

and call it New York
chic or some such thing.

Never been. Visited
the Hamptons a few times.

It’s a bit like Cornwall
but without poor people.

Ah, good morning.

I was just saying how
much I was looking forward

to seeing what you’re
going to do with the decor.

Well, I’ll ask Mrs. Umney
to fetch us some tea.

Oh, there’s no need. I’ll
get straight to the point.

Now the Chase is reoccupied,

Bluey thought it might be a good
idea to revive a local tradition.

Didn’t you, Bluey?

The Stilton Canterville cricket match.

Established in 1680 by way of
lowering the local murder rate.

We fought on opposite
sides in the civil war.

A lot of old scores. Dead
bodies piling up everywhere.

Oh, ha ha.

So the families decided to vent their
aggression on the playing field.

Captaining their tenants
in an annual cricket match.

Then over the years it became
a highlight of the social calendar.

Until the family moved out.

What does this involve?

Oh, nothing onerous.

Captain a team from the village
and lay on match refreshments.

Basically a fun day out for
the locals and their families.

Oh, we’ll do it.

Ah, splendid.

It will be huge fun.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Well, thank you for coming…
- Morning.

Bye.

We’ve been wanting to get
to know the locals better.

Hiram, is now a good time to point out
you know absolutely nothing about cricket?

It can’t be that different from
baseball and the boys can join in.

I guess I just can’t help feeling
that woman is up to something.

You want to find the lost
treasure of the Cantervilles?

So, what makes you think you’ll succeed

when so many others
before you have failed?

Maybe they didn’t ask the right
questions to the right people?

Ask your questions.

Well, the Gypsies built Canterville Chase.
So they must have built the priest hole?

They never finished building it.

They had a falling out with Lord Henry
and were banished from Canterville soil.

Why doesn’t the ghost leave?

Spirits can’t roam.

They need to be within reach of their
earthly bones to recharge their energy.

Oh, like a vampire’s coffin?

Like a battery.

He died unshriven.

Denied divine mercy,
and so cursed to limbo,

he’s trapped inside the walls
of his own house.

Just one more thing, ma’am, do
you know what a black moon is?

Rare nights when the sky
is completely black

and spirits are at their most powerful.

Perhaps the repertoire
could do with updating.

What dost thine irksome like
know oft Sophoclean arts?

How I had’st the misfortunance to

culminate with a gobbetous
vermin as mine only critic…

I didn’t apply for the job.

I left a wife, 200 children and
a newly built cesspit for this.

Well, rapacious rodent, thou
should’st not have tried to eat me.

I didn’t know your flesh was cursed…

You didn’t even taste nice.

Ohhh, I do glean un
soupçon de schadenfreude

thy last meal on’t earth was
such a crushing disappointment.

Ahh, only nine moons to go

and one of them will’t perish.

Now what?

He’s hardly the most reliable poultry.

My cursed cockalorum will’t not fail me.

They shall’t rue the night
for their vituperation

and my noble Chanticleer
will’t be mine champion.

Canterville Chase.

One moment. Buckingham Palace, Madam.

Lucretia Otis.

Commander Tommy Tiverton.

Personal private secretary to his
Royal Highness the Prince of Wales.

Oh, I’m afraid you must
have the wrong number.

Mrs. Hiram Otis?

- Yes.
- Excellent.

And may I start by extending his
Royal Highness’ thanks for hosting.

So, if we can talk lists of
requirements and security arrangements.

And there’ll probably be a small press
presence, but we’ll deal with that.

"The" Prince Richard?

Yes, Hiram. The heir
to the British throne.

Buckingham Palace are keen to firm
up the details of the itinerary

given that he is President of the MCC

and looking forward to a "stonking match".

I guess it will be one to
tell the grandchildren?

How the English gave the Americans
a public whupping?

You know, I knew that
woman was up to something.

This isn’t a friendly for the locals.

This is the social event of the year
and we’re the entertainment.

Please tell me we have a team?

Hi there.

Morning.

Morning.

- Hiram Otis. I’ve recently moved into…
- I know who you are.

Wonderful store. At least
you get wi-fi in the village.

We don’t anymore. The mast
blew down the other night.

Oh, it was quite a storm, huh?

Hasn’t been a storm like that in 25 years.

Hmm.

I don’t know if you’ve heard
but we’re reviving the…

Oh, it looks like you’ve heard.

In that case I’m some players
short of a cricket team?

Is there some place I
could put a signup sheet?

Try the church notice board.

Church notice board…
thank you for your help.

Ok, what do we know?

One. The Ghost must return
to his bones to recharge.

And two he’s appearing
at the next black moon.

Next Friday.

Exactly. So why don’t we follow
him back to his priest hole?

How can we follow someone
who can vanish through walls?

Because he can’t go through solid objects.

He’s made of atoms. He escapes
through cracks in the house.

So?

So… we can track and trace him.

Paintball Gun, fast release.

Lovely day.

Ah, it’s nice to see a friendly face.

I’m not exactly top of
the polls round here.

It’s the storm.
They took quite a battering.

Well, they can hardly blame
an American for the British climate.

Actually, they blame the Ghost.
They only blame you by association.

That’s funny you mentioned a ghost.

There’s nothing funny about Sir Simon.

He’s a particularly malevolent spirit.

Been causing localised
storms for centuries.

Gather you’d reinstated the match.

Hey, I don’t suppose any
Cantervilles are able to volunteer?

Cecil’s playing for the Stilton team

under pain of death from Moppy and
I’m booked in for a knee replacement.

But let me know if you need
any help on the coaching side?

Hey, I may hold you to that.

So how about we transfer our
baseball skills to the cricket pitch?

Frank used to be a champion
little league pitcher

before the… "incident" and Theo…

Has octopus hands and two
left feet. We’d never win.

It’s not about winning.
It’s about playing the game.

- What’s in it for us?
- Honour and glory, Theodore.

What about Ginny?

I can’t even play baseball.
I’ll be first aider.

Oh, good, well since you’ve
got some time on your hands,

look, I got you these brochures.

Oxford and Cambridge do some
excellent law conversion courses.

Actually I was thinking I could
help Dad with his genealogy project.

Oh, I would like that very much.

- Great then I’ll get on it tomorrow.
- You’ll need to go to Featherstonehaugh.

The Cantervilles took the archives
with them when they moved out.

Straight up I think we may have
inadvertently offended him.

I’m guilty myself.

Forty years ago on
my arrival as a young Curate

I attempted an exorcism on Sir Simon.

He found my delivery so offensive

that he… he… he… stuck skeletal
fingers down my throat and…

strangled my Adam’s apple.

Oh my.

Then he whipped up a storm
which brought the belfry down.

It took three years to gain
the trust of the village after that

and f… five years of speech therapy
before I could deliver a sermon.

Hmm.

Well, the reason I’m here, may I introduce
Mr. Django Lovell. Roofing specialist.

Reverend.

There’s been so much storm damage over
the years it’s like an over darned sock.

The economic long term solution
is to replace the entire roof.

You’re preaching to the converted

but there are only so many bring
and buy sales a parish can hold.

Well, it was caused by my sitting
tenant so that’d be on me.

I’m… I’m overwhelmed.

The timing couldn’t be better

as the future Supreme Governor
of the Church of England

is doing a drive by on
his way to the match.

I see you’ve put a signup
sheet on the noticeboard.

Hmm, let’s just say it hasn’t
exactly been a stampede.

I’m sure once news of
your largesse gets out…

I’d rather it didn’t, if you don’t mind.

As my Grandfather always said.

"It ‘ain't charity
when you help yourself."

Good afternoon. Lord Canterville
said you’d be expecting me.

Follow me, Miss.

Hello there…

My Dad’s researching his family tree

and your Dad kindly gave him
access to the estate records.

Which is why I’m here. On behalf of
my father… for purposes of research.

Thanks, Danby. I’ve got this. Follow me.

Hey, Guys. What’s up?

Hey, Dad, can we er, borrow some stuff?

Sure. Help yourselves.

What’s that?

That’s a cytronic stain remover.

It’s a vacuum cleaner for stains.

That’s cyclone technology
mixed with cybertronics.

Way to go, Theo.

Yeh, it’s quite revolutionary.
At least it will be if I can get it work…

Are you a keen historian?

Not really. I’m just
trying to annoy my mother.

It’s my Dad who’s obsessed by the past.
He’s really quite English in that respect.

There’s a great comfort in being
able to trace one’s lineage.

That depends on the lineage.

Have you a date of birth for Simeon Otis?

1575.

Best start with the parish registers then.

Anyone who was born married or died
on the estate will be in there.

These are all the Canterville
estate records.

I may be here some time.

Right, well, I’ll be off.

Only six moons to go…

We’re gathered here to learn
the noble art of cricket

and to convert our existing
skills into an efficient…

into, er, an efficient cricket team.

Each team will bowl 120 balls.

The team with the most
runs wins. Any questions?

Aren’t there supposed to be 11 players?

Oh, we’re still waiting on reinforcements.

Meanwhile we need to learn the rules

so we’ve engaged the services
of a coach AKA Lord Canterville.

Oh, coach is fine.

Coach Canterville. Has quite a ring to it…

So I’m guessing it’s
pretty similar to baseball.

Essentially yes.

With some tactical differences
on the fielding side.

Here’s the field, er,
starting with silly mid off,

silly point, gully, slips,

leg slip, short leg and
silly mid on, right.

Then moving outwards we have…

square leg, midwicket, and we have
deep square and deep mid wicket.

Oh and er, finally…

Long off, straight hit,
long on — cow corner.

So um, that’s all clear?

Good morning, Lady D, D, D, Deborah.

Good morning. I see
you’ve found a benefactor.

An extremely generous,
anonymous benefactor,

who’s funding the complete
replacement of the roof.

The whole shebang?

Who on earth could possibly afford to…

He made me swear to secrecy.

Hiram Otis?

Good deeds do have a way of getting out…

but not from me, er, us.

Neither of us want to be guilty
of betraying a confidence.

Trust me. They won’t hear it from me.

Thought you may be in need of a cuppa.

What is it with the English and tea?

It isn’t just a beverage.

For we English no six words can
convey such multitude of meaning as,

"shall I put the kettle on?"

It’s a ritual and a metaphor.

For welcome, celebration,

condolence… and apology.

I could do with some of its superpowers.

I’m sorry.

Jeremiah and Sarah Otis had nine children

born between 1568-1579

but none of them named Simeon.

And the only birth recorded
in 1575 was a girl,

Hebizibah Otis born July 1575.

- Four months before Simeon which…
- Is biologically impossible.

Well, you spend your whole life

thinking you’re someone only
to find out perhaps you’re not.

What about Simeon’s sketchbooks?

Proof he was born and
raised in Canterville.

Yeah, maybe he’s a relative?
A nephew perhaps?

Or a criminal fleeing the country
under a false identity.

Nice, Frank.

There are shelves of estate records.

There must be mention of him somewhere
and if there is I’ll find him.

Thanks, Ginny.

- How are the match entertainments?
- Well, not very entertaining.

According to Mrs. Umney it’s
just tea and sandwiches.

Although she has offered
her Scout a cappella choir

to sing the national anthem.

How’s the cricket team coming together?

Are you alright?

Pardon me for saying
but you don’t look well.

Thine horrid, rude, vulgar and
dishonest family is to blame.

A tad hypocritical when making
death threats is hardly polite.

Or trying to terrorise people.

‘Tis the reason for my existence.

To lament by day and haunteth by night.

Then, forgive me for asking the obvious
question, but why don’t you just leave?

Because of this…

- I don’t know what it means.
- I am cursed.

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

nor plead for my soul
because I have no faith.

Thus I am to await the arrival
of a golden child,

who shall’t plead my case
before the Angel of Death,

ant should’st he show mercy I
will pass to the Garden of Rest.

Then the House of Life and the
House of Death shall reunite,

and peace shall come to Canterville.

And, until then?

I am trapped in perpetual unrest.

But that’s so, so unjust.

- Ginny, who are you talking to?
- Er, no one.

Catch!

It’s ok, let’s go again.

Hold the bat down to the ground and
bring it up after the bowler bowls.

Hey, Hiram. So on a humiliation scale of
one to ten what is our current ranking?

- Four.
- Really?

Maybe five.

- Nice catch.
- Sorry.

Nine!

He wants an exhibition match.

More like the battle of
Quebec all over again.

No ball!

Remember we won the War of Independence.

If they want entertainment we’ll
give them some. American style.

- Oh, good morning, Elvis.
- Morning.

Goodness this is exciting.
Quite the mystery.

Although one can’t help but
wonder at the coincidence…

Coincidence?

Well, that this act of
munificence should happen right

before Prince Richard’s visit.

Just between us

I believe he is very well known for
his anonymous charitable gestures.

Anyway, I expect we’ll
never find out. Morning.

Morning.

It’s a fine nocturne

my proud young struttercomb.

Now!

Paint ball guns! What, inside?

Hiram! They have paint ball guns?
You could have taken someone’s eye out!

- What on earth were you doing?
- Tormenting the ghost.

- Can’t you be nice?
- Where did the paint go?

It stuck to the ghost.

It’s, it’s like, um, dye packs
that they use in bank robberies.

What kind of paint?

Powder mixed with ultraviolet so that we
can track him back to the Priest hole.

- Atta boy! You see now that is a very…
- Hiram!

Hm, right, yeah.

Time to call it a night. Go to bed.

Are you asleep?

Let’s go.

We need to go down.

Perdition seize this
pussumous prince of poultry.

I did mention he was unreliable.

Yeah… eh?

I heard talking. Is this your pet?

Hello. Aren’t you sweet?

Is she a simpleton?

Very possibly.

‘Tis my familiar, Cesspitt.

I canst assure you he
is aught but confection.

For four hundred years I have
endured his pratter gabble.

It feels like a thousand.

I thank thee not to
interrupt my conversement.

Is he "talking" to you?

For my sins he rarely desists.

A vexatious vermin bound to me in limbo.

Bound? As in a legal contract?

Why ist a female speaking
of jurisprudence?

I studied law for a while.

Women are not permitted to study the law.

Times have moved on. Women
can do everything men do now.

And their menfolk suffer it?

Has it occurred "she" could be "the one."

Jabbernowl.

I await a golden girl not a pitch
haired spinster past her prime.

I’m 22!

As I said.

The meaning is open to interpretation?

Or must we wait till your
bones crumble in the dust?

I suppose aught is preferable
to thy noxious chittering.

Madam.

Would’st thy do thyself
the honour to be mine advocate?

Convince the Angel of
Death to show you mercy?

What if I fail?

I am sentenced to the garden of unrest.

Whence there is no love or reconciliation.

I can’t…

I already destroyed a life.
I won’t risk destroying your death.

What are you doing?

Tracking the Ghost.

He went this way.

Oh, can’t you leave the poor man alone?

- What’s under here?
- Ha! Gotcha!

We found this in the library.

Er, this can’t be right.

I mean, look, here’s the tapestry room

and there’s nothing
underneath. It’s solid ground.

If there is a Priest hole underneath

they’re hardly likely to put it on
a plan and stick it in the library.

This isn’t the master plan.
But the builders must have had one.

Peter Lovell’s box.

He was master builder of the Chase.
His original plans should be in there.

Do you think we could have a look at them?

Any luck with the elusive Simeon?

None so far.

But I found a mention of
his alleged father Jeremiah.

Here are their Canterville assize records.

4th December 1575. Jeremiah Otis
fined one shilling for poaching.

I wouldn’t advertise
the fact you are descended

from criminal ancestry if I were you.

Cecil. Your fiancée is here.

Right. Thanks. I’ll er…

I should be going too. Thank
you for having me, Lady Deborah.

I’ll see you out.

Give my regards to your parents.

Everyone is really looking
forward to the cricket tomorrow.

It promises to be so entertaining.

Is something the matter?

She seems strangely familiar.

Not strange at all. There’s a
portrait of her at Canterville.

She was Lady Eleanor Featherstonehaugh
before her marriage to Sir Simon.

The murdered wife.

Died 1576.

Isn’t that a year after Sir Simon
was supposed to have murdered her?

So says the legend.

The truth is far more mundane.

Brain dropsy induced by melancholia,
according to the records of the time.

Yet another Featherstonehaugh
woman who made the mistake

of marrying a Canterville.

In a deviation from today’s gospel

and in honour of this splendid new roof

I give you the parable
of the Good Samaritan.

"A certain man went down from Jerusalem
to Jericho, and fell among thieves…"

Imagine the man attacked
by robbers was a… building.

Like a church attacked
by the forces of nature.

And this Samaritan tended its
wounds and made reimbursement…

Anonymously and without seeking thanks.

God bless Prince Richard.

And this man…

shunned by the community.

Not a "princely" man — a Priest or Levite.

But a foreigner. An outsider.

Then ask yourself this. Which of these
three do you think was the neighbour?

I say unto you it was
the good A… Am… Amer…

Samaritan. The good Samaritan.

And now we will sing hymn number 133.

No not there, there!

Mrs. Otis. Commander
Tiverton. Good to meet you.

Good to meet you. Sorry,
but what is all this?

Yes, the powers that be felt
it was worthy of coverage

due to the "special relationship."

Hands across the pond and all that.

Excuse me.

Good afternoon, Sir.

Well yes, as fortune
fares she’s right here.

It’s the American Ambassador.
Just wants to wish you luck.

Oh, ok.

Lucretia Otis…

Thank you. Yeah, we’ll do
our best to fly the flag…

We will. Goodbye.

Ok, so it looks like it’s just us.

I might have a gammy knee but I should
be able to hit a couple of balls.

It’s only me I’m afraid.
I tried to garner support

but subtext is not really
their strong point.

Thank you, Reverend. Ok, so, we’re 8 now

that’s 9.09% better than 7.

We are still three players
short. We’ll never win.

This isn’t about winning…

this isn’t even about playing the game.

It’s about losing with as
much dignity as possible.

Oh, Debo. Thank heaven.

- How are you, Caro?
- Livid.

- Who can blame you?
- Oh, Bluey, old chap…

I’ve been looking forward to this…

- Hello.
- …let me out for the day…

Your hostess. Mrs. Lucretia
Otis from Boston USA.

Is this, er, how you
play cricket over there?

Well, in the spirit of
detente we decided to add

an American flavour to the festivities.

- Oh, St John.
- Your Royal Highness.

Cecil. Deborah Canterville’s grandson.

Cecil. Good to see you.

Not sure about the opposition. Is that it?

Appears to be, Your Highness.

Have they forgotten the words?

With freedom’s holy light

To sing with heart and voice

Great God our King

Very good!

Here we go, Canterville.

Good luck, chaps.

Right. Let’s see what they’re made of.

Oh, how marvellous. Which one’s which?

Go, Canterville!

- Come on!
- Go, Cantervilles.

- Pitch it up.
- Concentrate.

Good luck, dad.

Go on.

Nice throw, dad.

Never mind, Hiram, off you go.

Catch it, come on.

Catch it!

Here we go, Canterville, and again.

Do you like cricket?

Until a few weeks ago I
knew nothing about it.

But since then I’ve grown
to genuinely detest it.

Oh, snap.

I had my day all planned —
catching up on this week’s

"Cash in the Attic."

I should never have let my
husband talk me into this.

I know the feeling.

Got this.

Run, Charity, Run.

- Catch it.
- Well played.

Ok, Canterville. Heads up.

- Poor dad.
- I missed that, sorry.

Oh, hopeless. They don’t
have the numbers to cope.

I say, it’s quite fun really.
Which one’s which?

Cecil, yes, please, we certainly need you…

Catch it.

What’s happening, Tommy?

It seems young Cecil’s decided
to even up the teams, Ma’am.

Very sporting. Top chap you’ve got there.

Yay, Cecil, yay.

Stupid boy.

- Would you like some popcorn?
- Why?

It’s traditional at
American sporting events.

I find it helps with the boredom.

Cecil, get in close. Forward short leg.

- Good call.
- Yeh.

Right in his eyeline, put him off.

Right, here we go, Canterville —
come on! Pitch it right up.

- Right in his eyeline, put him off.
- Come on then.

Here we go, Canterville.

- You’ve got this
- Come on.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, that’s going to hurt a bit isn’t it.

Moppy!

Shouldn’t someone do something?

Yo, how are you?

- I’m ok.
- Sure?

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

I’m fine. Good to go.

Oh, he’s good to go! He’s good to go!

Dad?

You’re going nowhere. You did us proud,

but your match is over. Captain’s orders.

- What’s happening, Tommy?
- We’re halfway through the match, Ma’am.

The Cantervilles are batting
next, I don’t fancy their chances.

Thank you, Tommy.

I hope you didn’t give up
the law to go into medicine.

Funny.

Why did you give it up? The real reason?

I wanted to make a difference.

Turns out I did only not for the better.

I was interning for a non profit
preparing for a big appellate case.

Can I have that in British?

A charity investigating
miscarriages of justice.

Kayla was an eighteen year old
accused of killing her stepfather.

It was clear self defence

but the prosecution pressed
for first degree murder

and it wasn’t looking good.

Until I found an unused legal precedent.

So what happened?

I made a mistake with the evidence.

It was minor

but enough to get the whole
argument declared inadmissible

and threw into doubt the line of defence.

Kayla was found guilty and
sentenced to life without parole.

18 years old and she’ll spend the rest
of her life in prison because of me.

You can’t let one mistake
destroy your future.

You sound like my mother.

At least she didn’t bolt
when you were in nappies.

I’m sorry, that was super tactless…

It’s ok.

I barely remember her.

Except she smelt of freesias.

I’ve always hated the smell of freesias…

What do you want out of life?

I don’t want my epitaph to read…

"Here lies Cecil Canterville, born
with a silver spoon in his mouth."

I want to change the way

Featherstonehaugh’s
been run for centuries.

Green agriculture.

Renewable energy sources.

Permaculture. Aquaponics and hydroponics.

Crop rotation and polycultures. Sorry…

I sound a right bore.

What’s next for you?

That’s the million dollar question.

Feeling better?

Remember we’re three players
short so make every ball count.

Hiram and Django in first

followed by me then Reverend Dampier,

Frank, Patience, Theo
and Charity, all right?

Go On!

Canterville, Canterville!

Good luck, dad.

- Good try, dad.
- Never mind, Hiram, unlucky.

Good luck, Mr. Lovell.

Wish I understood the rules more, Tommy.

Canterville need 91 runs with
their best batsman injured, Ma’am.

- Thank you, Tommy.
- It’s hardly much of a contest.

It is rather embarrassing.

- Got this.
- Come on.

Come on.

They’re on the brink
of a batting collapse.

It’s all over before it’s started.

Not quite.

Sorry we’re late. It took me
a while to round everyone up.

Oh, God bless you, Elvis.

Your arrival couldn’t be more
timely as I was just going in…

Here we go, Canterville.

Got this.

Come on.

What’s happening, Tommy?

- That’s the village cavalry out…
- Oh, Bravo.

… it’s down to the last three batsmen now.

- They went out fighting.
- Come on, boys.

Got this.

Oh, dear, poor chap has
run his brother out.

- Sorry.
- Yeah, right. Octopus hands…

It’s down to Charity and Theo now,

6 balls remaining and they
need 7 runs to win the match.

- Well, that sounds achievable.
- Oh, I wouldn’t get your hopes up.

The last two are usually
last for a reason.

This came in at the post office.

Special delivery.
It looked important so er…

Hmm. Thank you.

Reminds me of the Ashes in 1981.

Last ball, Ma’am, and
Canterville need to hit a 4.

It’s actually rather thrilling!

He’s done it.

Bravo.

Jolly well played…

That was amazing.

You guys were great.

You’ve more than done your bit, Caro,
I’m sure you don’t need to stay.

Well, Bluey can phone ahead and tell
his cook to have something waiting.

Not ruddy likely. Looks like
the party’s just getting started.

I used to think maybe you
loved me now, baby, I’m sure…

And I just can’t wait till the day
when you knock on my door…

Now every time I go for the mail box
gotta hold myself down

Оh, bravo.

And I just can’t wait till you write me
you’re coming around

I’m walking on sunshine…

Woah, I’m walking on sunshine…

Woah, I’m walking on sunshine, woah

It’s starting to feel good!
Ooh, yeah, it’s starting to feel good!

It’s starting to feel good!

Bravo, Mrs. Otis, bravo.

I don’t want you back
for a weekend or back for a day…

Сos baby I just want you
back and I want you to stay…

I’m walking on sunshine… Woah

I’m walking on sunshine… Woah

I’m walking on sunshine… Woah

It’s starting to feel good
Oh yeah, it’s starting to feel good