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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.