Casey Brown: What if your real granddaughter comes back?
Lady St. Edmund: Perhaps she has.
Lady St. Edmund: So, after you left, we examined the fireplace. There was a loose stone...
Casey Brown: You're kiddin'?
Lady St. Edmund: And there was something hidden in the canopy behind it.
[takes out a small, shiny box from behind her back]
Lady St. Edmund: Do you recognize this?
Casey Brown: No.
Lady St. Edmund: Look closer, dear. Are you sure you've never seen it? It's very important!
Casey Brown: No. No. Although...
[begins to whistle the first notes of a tune, then opens the box, which turns out to be a music box that completes the melody]
Casey Brown: Uh, I don't understand...
Lady St. Edmund: Oh, my dear. Oh, my dear!... Welcome to Candleshoe!
[embraces Casey, crying]
Casey Brown: You can peel and core the apples Queenie. I'm busy.
Casey Brown: [Casey has told everyone at Candleshoe the real reason for her arrival and what she has discovered thus far. They are all at the graveyard looking at the headstone] ... And this was the last clue. He followed the Eclipse for riches and fame...
Priory: And if ye would prosper, do ye the same. What does it mean?
Lady St. Edmund: Why, it's very simple. The Eclipse was a ship. Captain Joshua's ship. There's a picture of it in the house, of Captain Joshua accepting the surrender of a Spanish vessel on the Spanish main. Dear Lord, well, that's the clue! Come on everyone! It's hanging in the hall!
Priory: Um, my Lady!
Lady St. Edmund: [remembers] It's not hanging in the hall...
Lady St. Edmund: [Lady St. Edmund has called an emergency meeting with Mr. Thresher] You sold it, Mr. Thresher, you sold my painting?
Mr. Thresher: Well, my lady, it was my painting. You sold to me, that is, well, Mr. Priory sold it to me, that is...
Priory: Mr. Thresher, we certaintly have no quams with the sale, but we must get a look at it. So if you would, please tell us who you sold it to,and where is it now?
Mr. Thresher: Ah, I sold it to an elderly woman only yesterday. She said, that Captain Joshua reminded her of her father...
Lady St. Edmund: Another pirate, no doubt.
Mr. Thresher: I packaged it up, myself. It's leaving on the 12:20 for London!
Priory: 12:20. Thank you Mr. Thresher. Come along, everyone. We must get to the station!
Casey Brown: But, it's 12:15 now!
Priory: That train never leaves on time, if we hurry we should just make it.
Casey Brown: [Jenkins has caught Casey as she is trying to flee the apartment] Let go of me! I'm a minor!
[held by the arm, Casey is flung back into the apartment]
Casey Brown: You creeps! You lousy creeps! Sold me out to the cops, huh?
Mrs. McCress: Shut up!
Mrs. McCress: Well, this is her!
Casey Brown: [Casey is again grabbed by Jenkins, who examines her shoulderblade and forehead, looking at the scars. Satisfied that Casey is the one he is looking for, he tosses a large envelope of money on the table. Mr. McCress greedily opens the envelope and begins counting]
Mrs. McCress: [hands a suitcase to Jenkins] Here's the rest of her stuff.
Lady St. Edmund: I don't suppose your experience with family life has been a happy one.
Casey Brown: What family life? Tell ya, the only thing i remember about family life is nothing. Zero. One foster dump to another. I mean who really cares about a kid you take in just for the welfare money and the food stamps? I mean who really cares? It's a racket, just like anything else. The whole world's a racket. First thing i ever learned. you get up out of bed in the morning with your dukes up. You got 'em up, first punch is yours.
Lady St. Edmund: I see.
Casey Brown: Yeah, well, maybe you do and maybe you don't.
Lady St. Edmund: But you can't go through life alone.
Casey Brown: I ain't alone. I got me. Listen, if you don't hand it out you don't have to worry about not getting it back.
Casey Brown: I'm not deprived; I'm delinquent. There's a difference, you know.
Casey Brown: For the sunrise student, there is treasure among books.
Casey Brown: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. That's it! I found the clue.
Harry Bundage: [reading headstone] He followed the eclipse for riches and fame and if ye would prosper do ye the same.
Lady St. Edmund: Priory!
Lady St. Edmund: My Lady?
Casey Brown: Gagh!
[puts down the spoon]
Harry Bundage: Eat it!
Casey Brown: I can't! I've had enough! Uh...
[looks for a place to dump the rice pudding out]
Lady St. Edmund: Strawberries, shortbread, rice pudding? I must say, that was very unscrupulous of you, Priory.
Priory: Quite right, My Lady. Most unscrupulous.
Lady St. Edmund: We'll just let things take their course, shall we, Priory?
Priory: [bows] Very good.
Harry Bundage: [re-telling the story of Casey's homecoming to Grismworthy] Welcome to Candleshoe!
Harry Bundage: Welcome to Candleshoe!
Grimsworthy: She did it?
Harry Bundage: She bloody did! It would be wonderful for Mr. Bundage, to go to town, be the life of the party!
[roughly packs the rest of Casey's things in a suitcase]
Harry Bundage: Well, whose to say we couldn't own the town?
Grimsworthy: Oh, Harry! Harry!
Harry Bundage: Clara. We are in. We are in!
Grimsworthy: Oh ho ho ho ho! Ha Ha, La La La La! Oh ho!
[her and Harry begin to dance with glee]
Peter: [rushes into the lake to break up the fight between Anna, Casey and Cluny] Are you all right?
Casey Brown: Yeah. Yeah, I'm OK... I'm fine!
[holds her eye and trods out of the lake]
Peter: [holds Cluny and Anna each by the arm] You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves! Two against one!
Bobby: [on the shore] Yes! And what will Grandmother say when she finds out?
Casey Brown: [stands in front of the mirror after she has showered. She wipes the fog off the glass. The bathroom door behind her opens and Jenkins and Bundage walk in] Don't nobody knock around this place?
[both men stare at Casey]
Casey Brown: Who's this joker?
Harry Bundage: [walks up to Casey, roughly looks at her scars on her forehead and shoulderblade]
Jenkins: The markings are just the way you described them!
Harry Bundage: Yes!
[turns back to Casey]
Harry Bundage: Where did you get those scars?
Casey Brown: [sarcastically] Rudolph Valentino beat me 'cuz I wouldn't marry 'em!
Harry Bundage: [slaps Casey across the face] That's the last time you sass me! Now! Where did those scars come from?
Casey Brown: I don't remember.
[Harry raises his hand to slap Casey again, Casey flinches]
Harry Bundage: Just keep on, not remembering!
[throws a box on the table next to the sink]
Harry Bundage: Put those on!
[turns to Jenkins]
Harry Bundage: Excellent work, Mr. Jenkins! I'm very pleased!
Jenkins: Good, good! Will there be anything else, Mr. Bundage?
Harry Bundage: No, no.
Casey Brown: [has opened the box and holds up the garment] A dress?
Harry Bundage: Put it on.
Lady St. Edmund: [Lady St. Edmund and Casey have gone into the garden to look for the gardener, Mr. Gidding] Gidding? Gidding?
[see the gardener bent over a rose bush, trimming it]
Lady St. Edmund: Mr. Gidding! I would have a word with you. I thought I made it quite clear that there were to be fresh roses on the landing every morning!
Priory: [disguised as Mr. Gidding, the gardener] Your orders? I don't give a hoot en hoot about your orders, the roses come first!
Lady St. Edmund: Oh, do they indeed? You know, you used to be a good, pleasant gardener. But in recent years, you have become fairly tiresome and crotchety!
Priory: Oh, that's the way, is it? Crotchety, am I? If I known we going to thoroughly examine my character, I would have washed my hands and put on my Sunday best!
Lady St. Edmund: Gidding! We are discussing the roses!
Priory: Now, that's enough of that! You two go off and toodle over the property and I'll take care of what I do best!
Lady St. Edmund: Mr. Gidding!
Priory: Here here! Now see here, I'll trim my roses as I see fit!
Lady St. Edmund: Your roses? Very well. If that is your attitude, you are dismissed!
[nods for effect, and her and Casey walk away]
Lady St. Edmund: Priory? Priory!
Priory: [rushes back into the house through the back entrance. The kids are there waiting] Quick, help!
[the children help Priory to get out of his disguise and back into his butler uniform]
Priory: Get the boots, get the boots!
Peter: [Priory has his butler uniform back on and is about to answer Lady St. Edmund] Psst! Psst!
[Priory looks back, Peter points to his eyebrows and mouths the word Eyebrows, meaning Priory still has the fake ones on]
Priory: [Priory quickly takes them off and stuffs them in his pocket, then puts the stale bread bag on the tray he is carrying] Yes, My Lady?
Lady St. Edmund: [breathing heavily] Oh Priory! I have dismissed Gidding. I wish him packed and out of here by this evening!
Priory: I see. Do you think that decision might have been a little rash, My Lady?
Lady St. Edmund: Certaintly not! He was impertanant!
Priory: Oh, that's just his way, My Lady. And may I say, he would be very hard, for me to replace.
Lady St. Edmund: He would?
Priory: Very hard. And I would ensure that he had fresh roses on the landing, every morning.
Lady St. Edmund: You would? Well, I suppose I, might give him one more chance. But you may tell him, that this is positively his last!
Priory: Yes, My Lady. Oh, My Lady, the stale bread.
[hands Lady St. Edmund the bag]
Lady St. Edmund: Oh, thank you, Priory.
Cluny: [Casey has just come out of the closet after talking privately with Bundage] Who were you telephoning?
Casey Brown: My stock broker. I told him to order 100 pounds of Alakazam Salt and Pepper.
Cluny: Listen, you're up to something.
Cluny: I want to know what it is.
Casey Brown: Na, you listen. If you don't keep your snout out of my business,
[squints and smiles]
Casey Brown: your smeller will wind up where your ears 'otta be.
Lady St. Edmund: Please play the gramophone record, Priory, and you and I will waltz.
Priory: Oh no, my lady, absolutely not.
Lady St. Edmund: I insist.
Priory: Oh no, my lady, it wouldn't be appropriate.
Lady St. Edmund: Would it be appropriate if I were to dance with Col. Dennis? I'm sure he dances better than he rides.
Lady St. Edmund: You did him very well Priory.
Priory: You knew?
Lady St. Edmund: We were playing games with time, you and I. And I thank you for it.
Priory: My lady, I'm terribly embarrassed.
Lady St. Edmund: You needn't be. I'm very grateful. For your splendid talent, and even more for your compasssion. And now if you please, the gramophone record.
Casey Brown: You're a hustler.
Harry Bundage: A what?
Casey Brown: A hustler. A con man. I can smell 'em a mile away.
Harry Bundage: You take care your smeller don't end up where your ears oughta be!
Grimsworthy: Maybe that's the clue, Harry, when he died! Maybe that means something.
Harry Bundage: Like what? He didn't know when he was gonna die!
Casey Brown: [Knock on the door] Yeah, who is it? Come on in.
Bobby: It's me. You awake?
Casey Brown: Yeah, I think I am. How come you're not in bed?
Bobby: I've got something for you.
Casey Brown: What's that?
Casey Brown: Garlic?
Bobby: Garlic. Keeps ghosts away.
Casey Brown: Garlic keeps everyone away.
Priory: Now Cluny you've already met.
Casey Brown: Yeah, right, I met Cluny.
Priory: Over here, struggling with the churn, is Peter.
Casey Brown: Hi.
Peter: Hello, welcome to Candleshoe.
Priory: This is Anna.
Bobby: [From above] Hey, somebody catch!
[He tosses a jar. Casey catches it]
Peter: Hey, well held!
Priory: [Bobby slides down the column into the kitchen] The acrobatic member of the family is Bobby.
Bobby: Grandmother, now that your real granddaughter is here, does it mean that we'll be sent away?
Lady St. Edmund: Good gracious! If I did that, whom would I find to slide up and down the great hall?
[She kisses the top of his head. He smiles, then takes a running slide down the Great Hall]
Lady St. Edmund: Splendid!
Lady St. Edmund: I don't mind in the least that you lied to me when you first came to Candleshoe. But I would be very hurt if you lied to me now. Do you really want to go back to Los Angeles?
Casey Brown: [Casey begins to cry and is embarassed] I've never cried in my life.
Lady St. Edmund: Then I think it's time that you did. Come on, my dear. We're going home.
[they leave the train station together]