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Besides the obvious disrepair,

you'll need to replace
all the windows,

install load-bearing piers to
correct the sinking foundation,

and remediate the asbestos.

Page three has
a detailed financial breakdown

of what it will cost to bring
this building up to code.

The building was from 1806.

Should we bulldoze
the city's heritage?

Our proposed high-rise
has a potential not only

to modernize the skyline

but reinvigorate
the entire block.

With all due respect,
the existing structure is more

of a blight to this community
than an asset.

History cannot save the day
or this neighborhood,

but this building...

this building will.

Can't believe you
pulled this off.

I can.

- Great work, Margot.
- Aw, thank you.

So, heard today was
a massive success.

Any hot tips for someone
still trying

to break into the boys' club?

I like to let my work
speak for itself.

- Mm.
- I see it like a puzzle.

Each completed project
leads me to another piece

that I can connect.

Each piece leads me
to the biggest picture.

Speaking of pieces, um,
don't look now,

but you-know-who can't
take his eyes off you.

Check your three o'clock.

Is that still going on?

No, I don't have time
for that kind of thing.

He's the kind of thing
you make time for,

even if you're busy
making partner.

So, why don't you go see what
his holiday plans are, then?

If you insist.

Hope you're all
enjoying yourselves.

This firm deserves
all the champagne in Manhattan

after this record-breaking year.

And Margot Stone...
oh, where is she?

There you are. Listen,
I have to spotlight Margot,

who just finished
our biggest project to date.

1221 Allegiant was a beast,

and she got it done
in record time.

As I always say,

forward progress always...

And in all ways.

Margot...

always puts
the Calvaux family first

just as she should.

Her last name may be Stone,

but she is a gem to us.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

10 out of 10
Christmas card this year, Mom.

I love the Nutcracker tan line.

Oh, I'm glad
you liked it, Peanut.

It was between that
and Santa surfing.

How is the Christmas party?

I left early.

I gotta get home
and get these heels off.

Oh, I bet.
Oh, I can't wait to see you.

When are you getting down here?

I leave the day
before Christmas Eve.

So, do they even have
Christmas trees in Key West,

or are we gonna be
decorating a palm?

You'll love it here.

All the boxes are unpacked...

almost.

Yeah.

What's wrong, Margot?

I-I can hear it in your voice.

I don't know. Maybe I should
get a pet or something.

You don't even have time
for a cactus.

Margot Stone?

Uh, Mom, hold on a second. Yes?

Excuse the lack of introduction.

James Wright, the solicitor for
your late great-aunt's estate.

Oh, I think you have
the wrong Margot Stone.

It's just my mom and me.

No, no, no,
I'm absolutely certain

that you are
the correct Margot Stone.

Um, I'm referring
to Lady Victoria,

your father George's aunt.

I'm sorry to hear
of her passing,

but I still don't know
what you're talking about.

My father died when I was young,

and I don't know
of any other family.

Your great-aunt's will
expressly designates you

as sole beneficiary.

Now, there are a couple
of codicils, however.

Um, the first to stipulate
is that you must,

um, either retain
or sell the property.

Uh, the second, which is
slightly... slightly trickier,

um, says that you must spend
seven nights on the premises

while you make up your mind
one way or the other.

You seem befuddled.

Oh, I am befuddled.

Let me see
if I can get this straight.

An unknown great-aunt of mine
set up this complex process

in her will where I can
inherit her estate or sell it,

but only after spending
a week there?

That's absurd.

Absurd as it may be,
uh, there is a flight

from JFK to Heathrow
tomorrow morning.

I have a job
and Christmas plans.

I can't just get on a plane
to England tomorrow.

And I am instructed
to give you this.

Nice.

The rest will be explained
to you in due course.

Margot? Hello?

Mom, please tell me
you heard all of that.

I'm freaking out.

I think you should go.

Mom!

Aunt Victoria
was your dad's favorite.

Go have an adventure.

Live a little, honey.

Smart home, make it Christmas.

Mmm.

"Much like this vintage,
priceless with age,

all homes hold secrets
if you choose to engage.

Cross the pond,
have the courage to get wet.

Use your wit, and what you seek,
you will get."

Ah.

Margot, this is Jackie.

She's to be your liaison
for the week.

Liaison... fancy.
Don't mind if I do.

Nice to meet you.

Margot, farewell. Jackie?

Wait, that's it?

I'll be in touch
in a couple of days.

Trust the process.

Bless him.

As dull as a documentary
on dust.

Must have dozed off.

This time difference
is gonna kill me.

Well, we've just arrived.

Welcome to Plumhill Manor.

This is all Victoria's home?

Was Victoria's home.
It's all yours now.

How many people live here?

Oh, just you right now.

The only remaining staff
Lady Victoria had

when she passed...
God rest her soul...

was me
and the groundskeeper, Thomas.

Oh, he's been on the estate
for 50 years or so.

Everyone else was, uh, let go.

As acting lady of the manor,

you may have a few duties
this week,

but I'll do my best to give you
notice well in advance.

Mind the third stair!

Mr. Darcy.

Carson.

Jeeves?

Hmm.

As they say in America,
this is where the magic happens.

If the magic is me
getting past this jet lag.

Ugh.

Won't take a second to clear!

Just a little quirk
of these old houses.

All right.

Marg... is it okay
if I call you Marg?

Actually, uh...

Marg, I hate to do this to you.

I was planning on making you
a classic English roast

for your arrival, but I've got
some errands to do in town

before I take my shift
at the Black Horse Pub.

The Black Horse?

Why don't you join me?

Great food, and you get
to see around the town.

I really was hoping
to get to some work

at some point today.

Take some time
to get some shuteye,

and we'll venture out
later in the afternoon.

Okay.

One week.

One week.

Third step.

Jackie?

♪ Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

Send.

Another delivery already?

Those were Nick's orders.

Oh, I'll tell him you're here.

Nick!

- What'll it be?

Oh, I shouldn't. It's still
working hours in New York.

You can sip and type.

You decide.
I'm gonna go find the boss.

Thanks.

Here he is, the man,
the myth, the legend.

The one who got out
of this place

and for some reason
came running back.

Ah, well, instead of
always announcing me,

why don't you just tell
your customers

to take it easy on me, yeah?

You are the only bloke
I've ever met

who doesn't like it when people
order more of his product.

Hey, who's the bird?

Tourist?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Hmm, very nice. No wedding ring.

Tell you what, you take
them jugs round the back.

I'll take care of this.

All right?

Mm-hmm.

What can I get ya?

A Chablis would be lovely.

Chablis?

Chablis. Coming right up.

Ah, thanks.

Let me know
when you need a refill.

What, you're not staying
for dinner?

- We've got your favorite on.

I could eat, I guess.

All right, I'll get
your order in. Jackie!

Yeah, the Black Horse
isn't exactly known

for their wine selection.

Does what you brought in
in those jugs

taste any better than this?

Do you like plum cider?

Never had it.

Two pints coming right up.

Thanks.

Wow.

That's really fantastic.

So, what is there to do
around here?

I've never been to Plumhill.

Depends what
you're interested in.

I like... buildings.

Buildings?

Well, there's an incredible
manor home not far from here.

Is that Plumhill Manor?

Oh, you've already been.

Margot, Alfie.

I was about to introduce you,
but I see you've already met.

Alfie, this is Margot,
the new owner of Plumhill Manor.

This is Alfie,
the groundskeeper's son

and the maker
of that delicious plum cider

you've been drinkin'.

He makes it on the property...
the property you now own.

Wait, you're Margot Stone?

You make this at Plumhill Manor?
Yes?

Yes.

Nice to meet you.

Wish I could say the same.

Excuse me?

Well, I know your type.

My type? We just met.

It certainly isn't how
I pictured you

after I read that article
about your latest teardown.

Oh, really?

No, I'm gonna be honest.

Why stop now?

I don't know how Lady Victoria
let the property

fall into your hands.

Who knew the next of kin was
some glass tower architect

who demolishes history?

Alfie, we've been over this.
It's none of our business.

Looks a lot more like
our business than it does hers.

Thanks for the warm welcome.

That's my cue for the pub quiz.

Guys, let's refocus this energy

into a friendly
Christmas bar game

hosted by yours truly.

No, thank you.
I wouldn't want to...

demolish the other players.

I think my business
is done here.

Must get home to Rosie, anyway.

All right. Alf!

Don't even think about it.

You've just become partners
with Ron.

Marg, you can join forces
with Horace.

This isn't a fight
you're gonna win.

Now, let's play!

Ho ho ho!

Take a drink
if you get a question right.

Take a drink
if you get a question wrong,

and by all means, take a drink
if you get thirsty.

Mmm! And believe me, you are
gonna love the grand prize.

We'll be taking the prize,

so if any of you wanna
give up now, no shame.

That's a likely story.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Typical American arrogance.

First question...

what is the most traditional
Christmas tree found in the UK?

Norway spruce.

Right.

Well done, Alfie.

Cheers, matey.

- We can't let that happen again.
- No.

Next question.

Where would you find

the most visited Christmas tree
in the world?

New York City,
Rockefeller Center.

- Oh, come on.

Did you write
that question just for her?

Yes to Margot.

No to Alfie.

- Yay!
- Yay.

Drink up. More business for me.

How many ghosts
in the classic Dickens tale,

"A Christmas Carol"?

Three.

- Four.

Point to Alfie and Ron!

-What?!

Present, Past, and Future.

Marley, but you wouldn't know
Bob Marley from your...

Jacob Marley?

Question 19.

Oi, Margot, I've had my fill.

My brain's fuzzy.

Wait, Horace,
we're about to win!

I haven't even answered
a single question.

You and Alfie have got
your own match going.

I couldn't put it better,
Horace.

I stopped being useful around
question three.

Oi, I thought we had
a good thing going here, Ron.

Well, I'm not leaving
until there's a winner.

Yeah, me either.

Hope Rosie can wait.

Last question winner
is the winner.

How many birds
in the "12 Days of Christmas"?

Partridge, two turtle doves...

three geese a laying, two...

Not to help the competition,

but the five golden rings
are also birds.

No, golden rings are,
like, shiny wedding bands.

You do a lot of birdwatching
from your skyscraper?

Shh, I'm counting.
I'm counting.

184.

364. They're all birds.

Golden rings are
gold ring-necked pheasants.

- What?!

We have a winner!

Alfie, come on up here
to accept your prize.

Now, Alfie, since your partner
disqualified himself...

- ...you will now be sharing

first prize with second place
winner, Margot Stone.

Margot, come on up here.

You have both won
a private cooking class

with Plumhill's very own
Mrs. Miriam Hughes.

We will be making my favorite
Christmas pudding.

Some prize.

You know, I actually hate
Christmas pudding.

- You can have the prize.
Oh, no, thank you.

I don't even know
what Christmas pudding is,

and I'm a terrible cook.

Yeah, well... so is Mrs. Hughes.

Wait, I know this song.

My dad used to sing this
to me at Christmas.

You might want to take it easy
on the cider.

Ready for a snog?

As much as I hate to admit it,

it's the best cider
I've ever had.

Come on, my lovelies,
time for a snog.

Uh...

I'm... I'm...

sorry about that.

It was me.

I, uh, I just need some water.

Um...

Wait.

Water.

"The courage to get wet."

Jackie, I need to leave.

Oh. Uh...

"The courage to get wet."

"A foundation of stone,

strong like the name,

take the step,
it's your treasure to claim.

Look to the past,
find what you yearn.

Tread lightly, my dear,
and leave no stone unturned."

Hello... hello?

Margot, what am I looking at?

Sorry!

Uh, could you just
give me one second?

What's wrong with the Wi-Fi
over there?

You didn't respond to any
of the emails from last night.

Wi-Fi?

Yeah, uh... terrible Wi-Fi.

I'll catch you up.
I was on with the London office,

and I mentioned the manor thing
to them.

This manor?

There may be
an opportunity here.

If we can keep it
in the Calvaux family,

it's a double win,
wouldn't you agree?

Absolutely.
I mean, I'm surprised...

...they're even interested
in this thing.

I'd love to see some blueprints
of the old place

all Margot-fied.

I want some inspired choices
to show our acquisitions team.

Yes. I mean, yes, yes.

That works. I can do that.

Let me just, uh,
sort through these emails,

and I'll be in touch.

So, would Thursday work
for a walkthrough with the team?

Ooh! I mean, yes!
Yes, Thursday works.

Great, forward progress always
and in all ways. Ciao, Margot.

Jackie?

Jackie?

I was looking for Jackie.

Did you blow a fuse?

Most people don't understand
old houses, especially your...

If you say my "type"
one more time,

I'm gonna lose it.

And P.S.,
houses are buildings, okay?

I have
my master's in architecture.

This home was built
in the mid-16th century,

and that moat back there
is from the 1300s

when it was in fashion.

- Moat was built in 1331.

So, did you blow a fuse, or...

Oh, will you just tell me
where the fuse box is?

I can do it myself.

- Make sure you stay up there.
- I'd like to see for myself.

Don't let the door close, or...

Or we'll be stuck down here.

I think you're being dramatic.
I'm sure we can get out.

Might have to pick the lock.

Any chance you have a hairpin?

No, because when I was
doing my hair is when...

When you blew the fuse, right.

Fuse box is over there.

Check out
all these Christmas decorations.

Oh, yeah, those are

from Lady Victoria's legendary
Christmas Eve parties.

She used to invite
the whole town,

well, until she got sick
about five years ago.

So, you two were close?

You could say that.

My family have worked on
this property for generations.

I guess I broke the mold a bit

when I got into finance
in London,

but I like to think I'm carrying
on that tradition

in a slightly different way now
with the cider.

So, that's why you're mad at me.

You think this house should
have gone to your family.

Not at all. The town maybe,

or someone who has respect
for a property like this.

Well, I don't know why
she chose me, either,

but according to her will,

I have to stay here
an entire week

until I could even give it away
if I wanted to.

What do you mean she chose you?

Apparently,
she named me specifically.

Now she's got me running around
this place chasing clues.

What are you talking about?

Victoria's stationary.
Can I see?

No, I don't need your help.

You'd probably lead me
straight into that moat.

Hey, where does that door
lead to?

Does that go outside?

No, I think it's
an abandoned wine cellar.

Not really the time to decorate.

How about an ornament hanger?

It might work.

Oh, amazing.

These tumbler locks
are original to this house.

If you take care of things,
they'll last lifetimes.

It's the Plumhill way.

Ugh, if I could just get
this pin to align with...

And that's the New York way.

Alfie, where have you been?

Oh, just, uh,
locked in the cellar.

Oh, just a quirk of the manor.

And you must be
the famous Margot Stone.

Oh, I don't know about famous.

You're the spitting image
of your father.

You knew my father?

I'm Thomas, the old gardener
of Plumhill Manor,

and once a playmate

of your father
a very long time ago

back when my father
was the old gardener

of Plumhill Manor.

Sounds like
your family's created

quite the legacy
here at Plumhill.

As has yours, Lady Margot,

and despite what my Alfred
might have said to you,

we're very happy you're here.

We weren't going to have
a Christmas tree this year,

but I thought we might ask
the new lady of Plumhill

to come and choose one.

My dear, might I suggest
more suitable footwear

for our little outing?

Have you any wellies?

Uh, I don't have anything
except for...

Oh, I'm sure we can find
something that will fit.

Come along. Alfie,
bring the saw if you would.

Yes, Alfie.

Try Victoria's.

Okay.

Fits perfectly.

As I suspected.

Lovely jubbly.

Now, let's see if we can
find that son of mine.

Another quirk?

Adds character.

Right, you kids go
and get the tree.

I'm gonna bring up the baubles.

- Oh, you won't be joining us?
- Well, I want to make sure

my poinsettias
have enough water.

Now, despite this cool guy image
he's trying to pull off,

he's a real sweetheart,

and he's well up
on his binomial nomenclature.

Alfred, really quickly,
what is the genus

and species of the poinsettia?

- Dad.

Humor an old man.

Euphorbia pulcherrima.

Impressive.

Yeah, let's go
before he makes me give you

a full history
on the English rose.

Well, the lady's here all week.
There's time.

I really like those.

Snowdrops.
Those were Victoria's favorite.

They symbolize new beginnings.

Dad has them
all over this property.

Your dad is adorable.

Yeah, he's the best,
even though he drives me crazy.

Sounds like my relationship
with my mother.

She's a painter
and moves at the drop of a hat,

a real free spirit,
opposite of me.

I don't know. I caught
a glimpse of free spirit

at the pub last night.

What you caught was a glimpse

of my extremely competitive
nature

fueled by your cider.

Your very strong cider,
by the way.

Perhaps we could start again.

I didn't have all
the information last night,

and I shouldn't have reacted
that way.

I trust Victoria,
and Victoria trusts you.

Thank you.

I'd really like that.

Did you say you were in finance?

Was in finance, yeah.

Did pretty well in London
for the better part of a decade,

but it just didn't feel right.

So, one day I woke up,
drove home,

and never looked back.

Wait, you just left
your whole life in London?

Well, I prefer to think of it as

walking towards the life
I was meant to be living.

And now I don't check my phone
the second I open my eyes.

Nice to not feel like
a cog in the machine,

but I know that suits others.

Sorry, I need to take this.

No, of course.

Hey, Daniel, what's up?

Calvaux is buzzing. What's this
secret plan you're on?

I thought I was
your new secret, Stone.

It's not a secret project.

Well, whatever it is, I want in.

Daniel, is that why you called?

No, Mr. Calvaux's asked me
to get you

to send him more deets,

zonings, blueprints,
whatever you have.

Done. I gotta go.

Sorry.
Just one of the cogs.

Here's the Plumhill version
of a Christmas tree farm.

I like this one.

Ooh, she's a little rough
around the edges.

I don't mind a little rough
around the edges.

Put these on.

We're about to lug this
Christmas tree up to the house.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah. I'm good.

I can take it
the rest of the way.

No, I got this.

Extremely competitive nature.

Eh, your words, not mine.

Let's go.

Hey, we're almost there.

All right, here we go.

And...

In?

Yeah, we're in.

- Yeah?
- Great.

Whoa.

- Whew.

We always put the tree
under Mr. Wesley.

Christmas was his favorite.

Perfect. And who's Mr. Wesley?

He was Victoria's fiancé.

Yeah, she got the letter
that he died only two weeks

before they were due to be
married on Christmas Day.

That's heartbreaking.

Well, Victoria was
a pretty private person.

I think he was the reason
she always opened the doors

on Christmas for a grand party.

After he died,
she never did get married.

She poured all her love
into this town and this home.

It's kind of beautiful

to have a place
you feel so connected to.

Even if it does make
crazy banging noises all night.

Every home has its own language.

Oh, I didn't realize the time.
I have to go.

Rosie?

Yeah, she hates it
if I'm away too long.

So, I'll see you soon.

The third step.

"Take the... step"?

Dad.

Marg?

Why are you not dressed yet?

Dressed for what?

The carol of the bells.

I thought I told you,

the Lady of Plumhill Manor
is always in attendance.

It's not ringing a bell.

Pun intended.

Now off you go.

The whole town will be there.
Go freshen up, go!

Victoria has a closet
full of wonderful options.

A vault this size would
never get approved these days.

Some of this building dates back

to the 11th century.

All of this built
without modern technology

or CAD software.

When I was
in architecture school,

I used to go to all
the old churches around town

and practice
my 3-point perspective,

But none of them had
the level of history this does.

Wait till you see this.

The Stones
have their own pew up front.

Jackie,
why is everybody looking at me?

It's been quite a few years

since this pew
has been occupied.

Everyone's really excited
you're here.

See you after.

Where are you going?

To direct the choir.

Of course.

I didn't know you'd be here.

Fraternizing
with those quitters?

I mean, to be fair,
I didn't know I'd be here.

Well, my dad's in the choir,
so I come every year.

Hmm.

You're in for a real treat.

Josephine McCurtle

has caught some kind of rash
from her grandchildren.

She can't make it in tonight.

We can't do it
without a C3 bell.

I'm so sorry, Jackie, but I'm
sure people will understand

if you're missing one bell.

Marg, I'm gonna need you
to step in.

Me? Why not have Alfie do it?

Yeah, I probably would be
a better choice, actually.

I didn't say you'd be better.

Well, who knows if you
have any musical timing?

And your wrists look
a little weak.

My wrists look weak?

I lugged a huge Christmas tree
with you this morning.

I see what you're trying to do.
It's not gonna work.

Alfie, thank you
for volunteering.

Fine, I'll do it.

I don't know how or what,
but I'm gonna do it.

Get ready for
the best handbell performance

of your life.

I design huge skyscrapers.

I command boardrooms.

I can ring this bell.

You've got one note,

but it's the most
important note in the song.

Thank you, Thomas.

Hello. I'm Beatrice.

Hi.

My mommy said
you're the new princess

in the Plumhill castle.

No, I'm an architect,
but I am staying at Plumhill.

Do you have a ballroom,
like in "Cinderella"?

There is a beautiful ballroom.

So, can we have a ball...

- Beatrice.

I'm not staying very long,
but I can see what I can do.

Hi. I'm Cora. I run
the sweet shop in the village.

We actually used to cater

for Lady Stone's
Christmas parties, as well.

Oh, I heard those parties
were spectacular.

From the big red bow on the door

to the life-sized nutcrackers
greeting guests,

it was pure magic.

Sounds like it was magic.

We are running
the gingerbread booth

at the Christmas Market
this year.

My dad and I used to spend hours

perfecting
our gingerbread houses,

from arranging the peppermint
tiles on the roof,

making the walls sturdy.

Seems like you always had
an interest in architecture.

I never thought about it
like that,

but, yeah, you're probably
right.

Happy Christmas. We look
forward to seeing you around.

Thank you.
Nice to meet you, Beatrice.

- Bye.
Bye.

You jingled that bell
all the way.

Yeah, it was terrible.

No, no, surprisingly, it sounded
better than it ever has.

Huh. Well, I'm glad to continue
to break tradition.

Are you sure
you don't need anything?

No, I'm good.

Mr. Wesley and I are
just gonna finish up this tree,

and then I'm off to bed.

Thank you for pushing me
to be in the choir tonight.

It's nice to see
some Christmas spirit

back in the house again.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, Peanut, how's it going?

Good. Hey, Mom, did you
always let the post office know

when we were moving?

Like, did you give them
our forwarding address?

Sometimes. It was always
such a hassle, though.

Okay. I see.

Well, I love you,
and I'll call you soon.

I love you.

Margot, my gem.

Good morning.

Oh, what time is it there?

It's 1 a.m.
Don't worry.

You know I'm a night owl
and an early bird.

Who has time to sleep, anyways?

Not you, I suppose.

Not you either, until you
get me those renderings.

Have you sent them?

Yeah, I...

I've been working on them.
I just...

I don't think this house
is a redevelopment.

I feel like the firm
should reconsider.

It's pretty lovely as it is.

Think bigger, Stone.

Don't tell me a couple of days
out of the city has you

going soft on me.

No! I'm focused, I'm...
I am zeroed in, yeah.

Great, this has the potential

to be even bigger
than Allegiant.

"Downton Abbey"
meets downtown savvy.

Yeah, um... I just sent them.

And I just got 'em.
Ciao, Margot.

Ready to claim our prize?

Ready as I'll ever be.

Mmm.

Now slowly add the flour.

Okay.

Alfie, you're doing wonderfully.

Oh. I think I need
to start over.

Oh, no, it's fine.

Now, mix until
it feels just right.

And then you want
to chop the fruit.

How much fruit?

Oh, just measure it
with your heart.

And then I always like to add
an extra pinch of salt.

- For luck.

Is this a recipe or a potion?

How's our consistency,
Mrs. Hughes?

Oh, Alfie, that's beautiful.

Okay, now pour it in.

Time for the bain-marie!

Okay.

Ooh, sticky.

Ooh, it's a bit tight
in this kitchen.

Do we need to set a timer?

No, no, you're feel it
when they're done.

Well,
add making Christmas pudding,

which is really just fruitcake,

to the list of things
I've never done before.

You could have fooled me from
how you handled that batter.

Oh, I do better
with detailed measurements,

although I am currently using
my oven... as shoe storage.

- Well, who needs an oven

when you're probably asked
to dinner seven nights a week?

Is that your ever-so-sly way

of finding out
if I'm dating someone?

That's me,
smooth as Christmas pudding.

Well, my dating life
recently has been... rubbish.

It's a pity
there's no recipe for...

falling in love.

Recipe? Hardly.

Feels like the more sense
it makes on paper,

the less I feel...

a connection.

How about you?

I was actually engaged
back in London.

Oh?

We started dating in uni,

but when our careers started,
things changed.

I guess we were missing
that... hunger for each other.

You two look ravenous.

Time to take out the pudding.

- That looks amazing.
- Well, it all seems so messy,

but it comes out perfectly
in the end.

Thank you.

Pleasure.

Want to taste
the latest batch of cider?

I'd love to.

Good afternoon, Margot.

I have some documents for you.

Alfie, would you give us
a minute?

Of course. I'll be out back.

Thank you.

Beautiful tree.

Thank you. You said
you had some things for me.

Uh, these are the accounts
for your great-aunt's estate.

I had strict instructions
not to deliver them

until you'd spent
a few days here.

- Have you enjoyed your stay?
- Very much so.

I'm really starting
to like this place.

Oh, well, good,
I'm glad to hear it.

But you have some
tough decisions ahead of you.

Victoria maintained the manor
as a private residence,

and therefore
the stream of revenue

hasn't been as it could be,
I suppose.

Okay.

Decades of residential taxes.

Mm-hmm.

Well, well, well, if it isn't
the life of the party.

Ah, Jackie, much as I enjoy
our witty banter,

I have just given Margot
the accounts.

Ah.

I'll let you have
a look through everything,

and I'll call back
in a couple of days.

Best of luck.

I don't know the full extent
of the situation,

but Victoria had mentioned
that it had become quite dire.

Yeah.

Does Alfie know?

I don't know.

You know,
when Alfie was a teenager,

Thomas fell quite ill.

And Victoria paid for his care.

And I think Alfie always felt...

protective over her after that.

Jackie, why did Victoria
never reach out to me?

She said she wanted to connect
to you in her own way.

And the debt will...

Yes... be carried over to
whomever takes on the estate.

Hey, you okay?

No.

Victoria always said,

"A true Stone woman always
rises to the challenge.

She leaves no stone unturned."

That's the Plumhill way.

Wait. What did you just say?

It's the Plumhill way.

No, you just said, "You leave
no stone unturned."

She hid a clue under something.
I know it.

- What?
- Yeah, I know it.

I-I'll catch up with you later.

"Gleaming in the lights,
he watches the port.

Love is eternal,
even when it's cut short.

A ball not in a ballroom,
a secret buried deep.

It stands solid,
holding close the key."

Well, you've captured her
perfectly.

Aw, thank you.

Margot, my dear, could you
help me out for a second?

I'd be happy to.

Grab your wellies.
Meet me round the back.

I've been growing these
for Christmas.

They're so beautiful.

Well, the seedlings
have been flourishing,

but they've all now
grown too big for their pots.

Well, how can I help?

Well, if you hold the new pot...

- Okay.
- And then when I replant it

and surround it with new,
fresh soil to keep it secure.

- There we are.
- Hmm.

Lovely jubbly.

- You know, some people think

that the red is the flower,

but really,
it's just a modified leaf.

I never thought of that.

- Hey, Thomas.
- Mm-hmm?

What would happen to you if...
I gave up Plumhill Manor?

Don't worry about me.

That's a decision
you have to make for yourself.

- Can I tell you something?
- Mm-hmm.

Victoria's
been leaving me clues.

Aha!

What, like a scavenger hunt
sort of thing?

Yeah, exactly like
a scavenger hunt.

Well, that was a game

between your father
and Victoria.

Victoria would leave clues
hidden throughout the house,

and George
had to solve the clues

before he got his presents,
one by one.

Well, why would she play
this game with me

if she wanted me to make
a decision so quickly?

Well, she's held
your interest so far, no?

You and Victoria,
you're very similar,

and I don't think
any of this is a game,

and I think you've got
the confidence

to figure that out.

There we are.

Thank you, Thomas.

Marg, I've got to go
and get ready.

Oh, right, you have to work.

Oh, yeah,
only the best job there is.

You are looking at
this year's Father Christmas.

Jackie of all trades.

Is this where you've been
all day?

Why, did you miss me?

What if I did?

Then the feeling
would be mutual.

I tried to tell you
about my booth yesterday,

but you ran off in such a hurry.

I did, didn't I?

I promise I'll tell you
about it later.

Rosie, go lay down.

Wait, this is Rosie?

Aw.

Yeah, my best girl.

I found her abandoned
at the side of the road,

but she should be
back there resting.

She was
in the nativity play earlier,

so I know she's exhausted.

Aw, good-looking
and hard working.

- I wonder where she gets it.

- May I?
- Of course.

Right.
I'll take care of the pints.

You two kids go
and have some fun.

Hey, who do you think it was

that taught him how
to pull a pint?

There you go.

Come on. Come here.

Do you paint these yourself?

I do.
It's a bit of a town tradition.

Well, a tradition started
by Victoria.

Yeah, I've seen
Victoria's collection.

There was one especially
beautiful one of an arch.

An arch?

Don't know of any arches
in town.

Could it possibly be
the clock tower bridge?

Mm.

Maybe it's from her travels.

Hmm, maybe.

I'd like to buy this one
for my mom for Christmas.

Ah, the Manor house.

The perfect choice.

Thank you.

Margot, Margot!

Come see my gingerbread house!

She has been
asking for you all night.

- Aw.
- You've got a new best friend.

Margot, come sit next to me.

Hey.

Let's decorate our
gingerbread house for a party.

Okay, well,
I think we should start

by adding some icing
at the bottom

so that the house
is strong enough

to hold all of your guests.
It's called a foundation.

Mommy said the Lady of Plumhill

used to have
the best Christmas parties.

But I've never been.

Well, I don't see why we
couldn't have a party this year.

Hey, don't get her hopes up.

Unless... you're serious?

Well, why not?

I think it's what
Victoria would want.

Maybe that's why
she brought me here,

to throw one last fabulous
Christmas party at Plumhill.

And I can dance in the ballroom?

All night long.
How's your twirl?

Everyone in town will be
so excited.

Could you help me
spread the word?

There's going to be
a Christmas party

at Plumhill Manor!

I don't think you'll need
any help getting the word out.

Party at Plumhill Manor!

It's really nice what
you did back there for Beatrice.

Oh, it wasn't just for Beatrice.

I can see what the manor
means to everyone around here.

I'd love to help.

In fact,
I'd love to do anything...

that keeps me around you longer.

Alfie, I don't think
it's a good idea

to get involved when...

It doesn't make sense on paper?

None at all.

You couldn't wait
just five more minutes

to get breakfast in bed?

Snowdrop?

New beginnings, right?

Yeah, nothing gets past you.

You know, this is the first time
I've been here this early.

How's that make you feel?

Oddly comfortable.

Me, too.

Oh! Alfie!

I didn't expect you to be here.

Oh, so nice of you to come
and make Margot breakfast.

I wouldn't have pegged you
as a morning person.

Well, no time to waste.

There's a lot to do,
considering the pair of you

promised an entire town
a party in two days' time.

- We did, didn't we?
- Yes, we did.

Enough dillydallying.

Alfie, get yourself down
to the basement

and start bringing up
the decorations.

Margot, let Thomas know

his poinsettias are
gonna be put to good use.

- I got it.
- Here we go.

You got it?

Oh, yeah, good,
light as a feather.

Oh, great work.

Can I help you?

Clark Calvaux.

Alfie Bailey.

Mr. Calvaux,
I didn't know you were coming.

For the walkthrough?

I had to check in
on the London office

and thought, why don't I see
this old money pit in person?

"Money pit"?

- What walkthrough?
- Mr. Calvaux, this is Alfie.

He's the son
of the groundskeeper

here for the property.

That's me,
son of the groundskeeper.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Uh... Margot Stone.

John Mills,

Calvaux Acquisitions,
London office.

Acquisitions, of course.

Oh, don't mind that.
It's probably the heat.

Or my great-aunt telling me
to get you guys outta here.

- Uh, just gotta get my coat.

She does have
her quirks, as all homes do.

Are you seeing this?

Alfie,
it's none of our business.

The masonry is original.

Crazy,
what some people hold on to.

Ms. Stone, we're very interested
in acquiring the property

before it's listed publicly.

The renderings you sent
are very imaginative.

Uh, those weren't hers, actually.

I had Daniel take a stab
at the project.

Yours were...
uncharacteristically modest,

probably just too close
to the project.

We don't usually provide
the blueprints

to a potential seller,
but since you are part

of the Calvaux family and will
be on the development team...

Oh, this is big, Margot,
for you, for us.

Yeah, I, uh, have a lot
to think about.

I've seen the liens
on the property.

There doesn't seem to be much
to think about at all.

We talk to Mr. Wright.
Tomorrow your seven days are up.

We'll have the closing documents
ready to sign by noon.

Oh. I said you were a gem,

but you're a diamond, Margot,
a diamond!

For progress always
and in all ways!

Alfie, let me explain.

I knew it.

I trusted Victoria when I
found out she had chosen you,

but you don't care
anything about the history

or traditions of this place,
and now you're gonna let

those vultures turn it into
something completely soulless.

Vultures?

Well, what else would
you call the people

who wanna tear up the garden,

just to build
a 6-story modern hotel?

The tennis courts
where the orchard is,

and turn the moat
into a swimming pool?

But, uh, what do I know?

I'm just the son
of the groundskeeper.

I'd never even seen
the blueprints,

and I didn't mean
for the way that came out,

but I don't even know how
to explain what you are to me.

Then what am I to you?

What are any of us to you?

You know, I still don't
think you understand

what Plumhill means
to so many, including Victoria.

She dedicated her life
to this place.

I don't have a lot of options.

I know Victoria didn't tell you
how much debt this place has,

but I've been made captain
of a sinking ship,

and it'd be a whole lot easier
if all of you and Plumhill

didn't mean anything to me.

This isn't just about us.

This is
your family's legacy, too.

Exactly, which is why
I'm trying to fit Plumhill in.

It's just the puzzle pieces
aren't fitting.

Is it that we don't fit?

Or is it that
we're not on the blueprint

you have so perfectly drawn
for your life?

You might want to keep this
for posterity,

a before and after.

You've reached Loraine Stone.

Please leave a message.

"Gleaming in the lights,
he watches the port.

Love is eternal,
even when it's cut short.

A ball not in a ballroom,
a secret buried deep.

It stands solid,
holding close the key."

Sorry, Victoria.

"He watches the port."

"A ball not in a ballroom."

"It stands solid,
holding close the key."

Hey.

Hey.

Is this seat taken?

- I'm really sorry.
- Look, I'm sorry.

I'm an ass.

I'm so sorry
I said to you what I did.

You have every reason
to be proud

of your career and your firm.

Eh, maybe I'm just...
stuck in the past.

However, I have been looking
at the numbers for the cider,

and if I increase production
and start offering tastings,

the revenue should be enough
to offset some of the debt.

I love the idea
of growing Plumhill's cider.

I just don't want you
to compromise

the traditional way you make it.

That's what makes it special
and potent.

- I've learned a lot this week

about tradition
and the importance of it,

and especially
when looking towards the future.

- Are these the clues?
- Yep, that's the last one.

Huh.

I have something I wanna
show you, but it's at home.

Did you just say "home"?

Oh, where is Nick with that
mistletoe when you need him?

Who needs mistletoe?

Does that mean
the party's still on?

Yes!

And you two aren't getting out
of helping, either.

Come on. Let's go.

There are plenty of rooms
for you to sign the paperwork.

Why are we doing it down here?

Great question, sir.

You know,
at first I didn't understand

why my great-aunt Victoria
chose me to inherit this home.

After all, we had never met,

but it seems she trusted me
with a history far deeper

than my family or this town.

Wow, what is this place?

Unbelievable.

Pristine condition.

This is a Norman-era arch
from a castle

among the oldest in England.

There are many more secrets
to discover here,

and Victoria knew.

So?

So, this castle

qualifies Plumhill
as a Grade I listed building

and historic asset
for the National Trust.

So, the debts are wiped clean.

And it qualifies Plumhill
for funds

for the maintenance
of a building

of outstanding scenic,
scientific,

and historic interest,
on one condition, of course...

that the new owner grants
reasonable access to the public,

which the new Lady
of Plumhill Manor

is pleased as cider punch to do.

Name your price.

Yes, our interest
has increased tenfold.

Plumhill Manor is priceless
and no longer for sale.

Margot, my gem, there has to be
something we can negotiate.

Sorry, Mr. Calvaux.

What can I say, Margot?

I can't believe
you pulled this off.

I can.

I guess we'll see ourselves out.

Best of luck.

You, too.

A Norman arch.

Turns out history
can save the day.

That's what Victoria
was leading you towards.

Now my idea of cider tasting
seems a bit silly in comparison.

No, cider tastings
under a Norman arch

will be a huge draw,
and let's have

more holiday parties,
not just once a year.

You're sure?

You're just gonna... walk away?

I'd like to think I'm walking
into the life

I'm supposed to be living...
here in Plumhill with you.

Marg, Alf?

Are you two down there?

Be right up!

There you two are.

You know, there's still
a lot of work to be done,

and these chickens aren't
basting themselves.

- Oh.

Mom!

- Oh!
- Hi!

Oh, I couldn't stand
the thought of missing out

on Christmas at Plumhill Manor
and you!

You don't mind if I spend your
last few days here, do you?

Oh, no, Mom, actually,
I think it's quite appropriate

that you're here
for my first few days

as owner of Plumhill Manor.

Oh!

Let the adventure begin!

Mom, this is Alfie.

Hi. Lovely to meet you.

- And this is Jackie.
- Get in here.

Oh!

Okay, so you ready?

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

Now, that was perfect.

See, you are a princess.

And we finally get to use
the ballroom.

What a wonderful idea, Beatrice.

Wow.

You're stunning.

You're not so bad yourself.

I think we're ready.

Not quite yet.

Voilà.

A little less modern
than your usual projects.

But I think this is
your best work yet.

Oh, and, uh, I have an early
Christmas present for you.

To the official
Lady of Plumhill Manor,

you're gonna need these.

Oh.

And you'll need to sign these.

Gladly.

Lovely jubbly.

Oh, I'm really proud
of you, Margot.

Oh, I think this suits you.

- Thank you, Mom.

And, you know, I have no idea
where you're off to next,

but you always have
a place here.

Oh, Peanut, I've already
found some inspirations.

- Oh?
- The rolling hills, the gardens,

and I-I saw a sheep back there.

- That's Rosie.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Georgie's song.

Oh.

- Go, Jackie.