Love, Once and Always

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And with the industrial

revolution came millionaires

who'd compete to throw

the most lavish parties

and they'd try to out-do

one another

with their big desserts

or their huge hats.

They'd even compete to see

who could have the most

magnificent mansions.

One man plated his entire

bathtub in 24-karat gold leaf.

Imagine taking a bubble bath

in that.

But miss, aren't places

like that

just in fairy tales?

Oh, no.

No, they're very real.

Trust me.

In fact, I used to spend

my summers in a big mansion

just like that

when I was your age.

Well, back in the States.

Lucy?

Oh, excuse me. Excuse me.

Enjoy the rest of your tour.

Lucy, giving children tours

in the galleries again?

That's what our docents

are for.

Sorry, Isabelle.

I was just passing through

and I guess I got pulled in.

I love that exhibit.

Come along.

I need my director of

development upstairs.

We've got to plan for

the fundraiser tonight.

So catch me up where we are.

Sure.

So I re-worked

the seating chart.

All of our major donors

will be sitting up front,

and you will be between the Lord

Mayor and Ambassador Philips.

Oh, Lucy. You remind me of me.

Museum directors aren't made,

they're born.

And you truly have the makings

of one of the greats.

You know, I'm relocating back

to New York soon.

I can't think of anyone

who works harder than you.

Thank you.

Your passion and knowledge

of history is undeniable.

Your organizational skills

are top-notch.

Well, I've decided to nominate

you as my replacement

when I retire next month.

Isabelle. Really?

Oh my gosh, that would be

a dream come true.

But before we pop the champagne,

just one more hurdle.

I do need to get the trustees

on board with you first.

I will wear them down like...

Like... like the Duke

of Wellington wore down Napoleon

at Waterloo.

Precisely.

[laughs]

Ok. Name tags done,

catering taken care of,

Isabelle's speech printed

and proofed.

I don't think Hannibal had this

much to do crossing the Alps.

[laughs]

Anything else, Josephine?

Uh, that just about does it.

I'd say we're ready for

the fundraiser tonight.

Well then, since the new

exhibit's going in downstairs,

I might just sneak down

for an early peek.

Boss, you're meeting the Hobart

Foundation at 2:
00

and then Lady Jacobs to nail

down her gift for the east wing,

and you still have to call back

that cute Cambridge professor

that wants to take you out

on a date.

He doesn't want to take me

out on a date.

He just wants my help writing

his grant proposal.

Lucy, you're a victim

of your own success.

Well, I should take these down

to the archives.

Oh!

I got it.

And, uh, cover for me

if anyone asks?

Have fun.

Enjoy the new exhibit.

Oops, sorry.

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

Is this rubbish

you're throwing out?

Hey. That I am, why?

This pot right here is actually

Delft pottery.

It's a real treasure.

You might wanna hang on to it.

I had no idea.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Take good care of it.

Hi, Nigel.

Did you have a good day?

Great, Lucy.

Oh, this came for you.

Special delivery.

All the way from the U. S. of A.

Looks official.

H.K. Rourke,

Attorney at Law.

"Lucy Windsor, I've been trying

to reach you

"since your great aunt...

This can't be.

[knocking]

Lucy, I'm so sorry to hear

about your aunt.

Thanks, Isabelle.

She was a wonderful lady.

She passed away last month.

Oh, is that her?

Yes. Aunt Grace.

The kindest, most adventurous

soul you could ever meet.

Wow, what a lovely estate.

I'd guess Gilded Age Era.

Upstate New York?

Close, Rhode Island.

It's called Wycliffe House.

I grew up spending

my summers there.

Your Aunt lived there.

Great Aunt, actually.

Her husband Arthur was

the last of the Wycliff's.

His grandfather Henry built

the house over 100 years ago.

I spoke to my folks and they

said that Arthur didn't have

any remaining family

so Aunt Grace bequeathed

the whole thing to me.

Inheriting a mansion?

That's something that doesn't

happen every day.

Aunt Grace invited us up there

every single summer

until I headed off to Oxford.

Now who's that?

Uh, Duncan.

Son of the caretakers.

My aunt took him in

after he lost his parents.

Uh, anyway-

Oh, Lucy, I hate to ask,

but must you go all the way

to the States right now?

The trustees meeting is

just around the corner.

Apparently the way the will

is written,

if I don't go soon the property

goes into a receivership

and becomes a big

legal mess.

I understand.

Do what you need to do,

but please hurry back.

I know I can get the trustees

to approve you.

Thanks, Isabelle.

I will be back before

you even know I'm gone.

Oh, I hope so.

Because if I don't get

a successor soon

they'll roast me like...

Like...

the great fire of London

in 1666.

Precisely.

Oh, have a good flight.

Thank you.

Hello, I'm Lucy Windsor.

As if I needed to be told that.

I recognized you

in an instant.

Eleanor, of course.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know you still worked

at the estate.

Oh, yes.

How long has it been again

since you've been here?

Ten years. I wanted to come back

sooner to visit

but work just kept me so busy.

Your Aunt Grace understood.

She was always so proud of you.

She's sorely missed in town but

she lived a long and happy life.

I just wish she were

still here.

So do I, honey.

Well, come along.

You must be exhausted

after your flight.

Thank you.

The back seat?

Well, you are the mistress

of the estate now, after all.

But first an old friend.

It is just as beautiful around

here as I remember.

I had so many wonderful

times here.

And as I recall you and Duncan

spent a great amount of time

here together, too.

You were kind of sweet on

each other if memory serves.

The follies of youth.

Actually, Lucy, about Duncan-

It's ok, Eleanor.

He's one part of all of this

that I am happy to forget.

There she is.

Right where you left her.

Magical.

[sheep baaing]

What is all this?

The welcoming committee?

The fence in our pasture

is falling down

and your Aunt Grace could never

say no to visitors.

Go on in and get settled, honey.

Thank you.

The door sticks a little.

Got it.

It's a little sticky, huh?

Oh!

Lucy?

Duncan.

What're you doing

in my house?

Uh... Lucy, what're you doing

in my house?

Your house? My house.

What would give you that idea?

It's not an idea it's a fact.

That this is my house.

No, mine.

Ok, I think maybe there's been

some kind of a mistake.

Why wouldn't Grace tell me

that she was leaving the house

to both of us?

Tell you? Why wouldn't

she tell me?

I don't know, maybe because

I've been here

and you've been in London?

Regardless, it's perfectly

obvious

there's been some sort of

a clerical error.

You changed your hair.

Yeah.

[baaing]

Shh.

So how've you been, Lucy?

Oh, I've been good.

I've been- I've been really,

really good.

Good.

Good.

And you uh, you- you work in

some museum in London I heard?

Mmmhmm.

Yeah, no, and I might

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