Candleshoe

Come on, come on,

hurry up.

Here is a watch.

You say, Casey Brown does not pay

her own way, right?

Wait, there is more.

Come back here.

Let go off me, mind you.

You hate yourself,

knocking cross side.

You creeps.

You lousy creeps.

You saw me after the cups,

ha?

Shut up!

But this is her.

Hey!

Let's go!

I packed your things.

She won't need them.

They are not good to me.

Creeps!

You can't get anything on me.

I got an alibi.

I was with three other guys

watching TV when it happened.

Big dude!

You think I can't bust out

the juvenile hall, ha?

You think I can't?

I can bust any time I want,

do you hear?

Any time I want, yeah?

Hey, listen, give me a break,

will you?

I mean I am clean, I've never done

anything like this in my whole life.

Out!

This ain't no juvenile hall.

Wait for me.

So to the hotel,

now what?

You'll take a bath.

What for?

Because I said so,

that is what for.

Don't you even know knock

around this place?

It's joker.

Marking zone,

just about where you described them.

Yeah.

Where did you get those scars?

Rudolf Valentino beat me

because I wouldn't marrry him.

That is the last time you sauce me.

Now where did those scars come from?

I don't remember.

Just keep on not remembering.

Put those on!

Exellent work, Mr. Jenkins,

I'm very pleased.

Good.

Anything else, Mr. Bundage?

No, no.

A dress?

Put it on!

You send me a bill.

Mr. Bundage, our agreement was

payment on delivery.

So it was, so it was.

Harry Bundage always honours

his agreements.

I'll write you a cheque.

Casey Brown, no parents, no memory

of home, apparent age 14,

character bellicose, four times in

juvenile home and one time

committed

to correctional facility, oh dear.

And so you know who I am.

And who are you?

My name is Harry Bundage.

My business is finance investments

and putting together deals

I'm a businessman.

You are a hustler.

Hey!

A hustler, a cun man,

I can smell them miles away.

You take care of your smell,

and don't end out where your ears

ought to be.

You're right, my dear, of course.

A man takes the opportunity

when he sees it.

You, my girl, are my opportunity,

and I'm yours.

Opportunity for what?

Opportunity to become the honourable

Margaret, fourth marchonise

of St. Eimen of Candleshoe.

That's you again, age 3

sitting on your mom's lab

taken just before your father

carried you off.

What did they think happen

to her, mother?

She died a year after little

Joe disappeared.

That is the grandmother the best.

Kidnapping made headlines

for weeks.

That was taken in Los Angeles

ten years ago.

That is the last.

What did they think happen

to the kid?

Ooh, she might have survived

the crash.

Wandered all somewhere to dispel

the shock afterwards, or the father

left her somewhere.

She wasn't in the car at all.

Anyway, she was never found.

Which is where I come in, right Harry?

Exactly.

You are the perfect double.

Age is the same, scar is the same,

and what else I've got planned.

You'll be able to fool

St. Peter himself.

It sounds perfect.

I got a couple of questions.

Certainly.

Coffee? Thanks.

All right.

Question number one:

It has got to do with a bundle of

money, rght, Harry?

You could say that there is

that possibility.

Okay. Question number two:

What is in it for me?

For you?

Trip to Europe, luxorious hotel, jet

flight into the white blue wonder.

Okay, okay, what is in it hard cash.

Trust Harry Bundage, my dear.

You will be taken care of.

Yeah, that is what I am afraid of.

Now, either we got a deal or

we got no deal at all.

What do you mean we got no

deal.

Either we got a deal or you can find yourself

another look like fourth marchonaise

of whatever he is.

I like your style. Pure last me sixteen

bloody answers to the pound.

All right.

What kind of a deal you got

in mind?

One third of the action.

Damn, you little gutterside...

Remember Harry, you like my style.

...style.

I give you %5.

10. less expenses.

Okay, 10 and a red ferrari.

And a red ferrari? You don't

even have a driving licence.

You get the ferrary

I'll get the licence.

It is a deal.

What is our next move?

Our next move is to get out of town

quick before Jenkins tries to cash that cheque.

Buckingham Palace, home of the kings and

the queens of England.

Royal standarts, that means her magesty

must be in his residence with pleasure.

Yeah, I have to give her a ring

Clara!

You are back then.

That is like it

That's her. That is the one.

Hello, deary. You are all right. he?

Oh!

What a savy girl, you got a right one here.

You wasn't born yesterday, was you?

Clara, what do you think?

Will she pass for the Lady Margaret?

She got convinced me all right.

What is that?

That is my cousin.

Miss Clara Grimsworthy, formerly

in the service of Candleshoe.

She has got all the answers.

Yeah. Answers to what?

To the questions you have been

asking.

Here Clara, fetch it down.

Now then, have you ever read

Treasure Island?

Now, I don't suppose you have with

your deprived childhood.

Ain't deprived, I'm delinquent.

There is a difference, you know?

A treasure hunt is what we are about to

embark on, but the lady kid's game is the

real fame.

And this. This is our Open Sesame.

Crabby piece of paper.

Listen, Miss clever dick, that crabby

piece of paper, as you call it, is the last

will of testament supposedly lost, of Captain

Joshua St. Edmund, Marquise of Candleshoe.

Now sit down there and listen.

Suppose, I wish to tell you, Captain Joshua

was a pirate. A piraveteer, they called it,

when he was in the nobility,

and that one was damn rascal,

one of the best

He brought back enough booty to ransom

a Maharaja.

and he hid it somewhere in Candleshoe,

only no one ain't ever found it.

And one day I comes along.

Who is telling the story, Clara?

Then one day, Clara comes along,

she is polishing the bed posts

inside Joshua's own room, she found

a secret door, behind it is this.

And then when she gets the sack...

I resigned.

When she resigned, she takes the will with

her and she brings it to dear cousin Harry.

How do you know it is the real

mccoy?

Look at this!

A Spanish doubloon. Just wet the

appetite, as you might say.

How much does it worth?

Four thousand dollars.

And there are thousands of them.

So he tells where he hid the gold

in the will.

Not likely. And old black villain isn't giving

away anything for nothing.

Instead of telling where he's hid the gold,

all he does is give us the first clue.

And that is why we want someone

in Candleshoe.

Free to follow up the other clues

one by one.

And that someone is you.

Yeah. providing we can convince your

old dame I am the long lost

what's her name.

We'll convince her all right.

By the time we finish with you,

my girl,

you'll think like that kid, you will

feel like her, you'll behave like her.

When the old lady believed that you

are the long lost

grandaughter,

you'll believe it yourself.

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