The Legacy (The Legacy of Maggie Walsh) (The Legacy)

I'm calling from Los Angeles.

I'd like to verify a check.

Your London branch.

Uh, the name of the company is Wiggins and Trumbull Development.

Uh, yes, the account number is one-two-nine-six-six-six.

Fifty thousand dollars.

Margaret Walsh.

Does that mean I can spend it?

Yes, thank you. Thank you very much.

What'd they say?

I talked to the company in London, and they want us for the job.

They want us there on the 22nd.

What about the job? What job?

I mean, uh, did they say what we're gonna be building?

I don't know. They said what they said in the letter, an interior design,

and that we come highly recommended.

Highly recommended. By who?

I don't know. They didn't say.

We get an offer for a job from somebody we don't even know.

They won't tell us anything about what it is we're gonna be building.

They give us an advance for $50,000...

...and they didn't say anything.

They said to be there on the 22nd.

It's 10 days till then. Let's go over and enjoy it.

Honey, when I know what it is we're gonna be doing then maybe I'll enjoy it.

I think we ought to check it out some more.

Why can't we check it out over there?

Listen, I don't understand anything about this either,

...but I want to go to England.

It'd be so nice to get away.

So what are we gonna do, we're just gonna walk out of here and leave it?

We'll get someone to water the plants and we'll lock the door.

We could have so much fun.

We could go to the country, ride some horses,

...catch a fish.

Oh, slim.

There ain't gonna be any sunshine over there.

Please come with me.

Okay.

- Want some breakfast? - Sure.

For God's sake, don't move.

Now then, are you both all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, we're fine, just fine.

Well, it was a nasty spill.

Now then, where does it hurt?

All over.

Listen, I'm going to do something for you.

How many fingers can you see?

Six or seven.

- Can you stand up? Come on. - Yes, I can stand.

- Wade's Garage should fix it in no time, sir. - Oh, that's fine, Harry.

Why don't you both come back to my house? It's not very far.

You can relax there, and we can sort out your ghastly transport problem.

And just leave this laying here for somebody else to haul off?

Oh, my dear chap, the bike will be perfectly all right, I assure you.

This isn't New York, you know.

We'll be all right.

Oh, no. I couldn't leave you stranded here.

Why don't you come back to my house for some tea?

Well, surely you can stop for tea?

In England, everything stops for tea.

What do you think?

This sure as hell isn't gonna take us anywhere.

Well, let's have tea.

Oh, by the way, my name is Jason Mountolive.

I'm Margaret Walsh, and this is Pete Danner.

How do you do?

Are you on holiday?

Well, yes and no.

Um, we're here on business.

We decided to come out and look at some of your beautiful countryside.

She wanted to find out where her English blood came from.

English blood? Good God!

You were half killed by the locals for your trouble.

- I'll see to it, sir. - All right, Harry.

There's no need to worry about the bike. I assure you, Reg is a first-class mechanic.

- Harry? - Ah, Reg. Got a job for you.

Where?

Motorcycle, Gypsy Lane. Can you do it?

- Whose is it? - Ask no questions, get no lies, eh?

- No rush, eh? - All right.

That's taken care of, sir. Right, Harry.

Thank you, Finch.

- Afternoon, Mr. Mountolive, sir. - Afternoon, Jenkins.

- This is all yours? - Yes.

- This is your house? - It's a lot cozier inside.

There's a ghost of my dear old aunt used to appear...

...stark naked on the balcony with her head under her arm.

Nevertheless, I want you to feel absolutely at home.

All right.

- Are you alright? - Hmm?

Oh yes, yes. I'm... I'm fine, thanks.

Do go in. I'll join you in a minute. Adams will take care of you.

All right.

Well, he said to make ourselves absolutely at home.

Is that what he said?

Who are we looking for?

- Somebody named Adams. - Oh, yes, Adams.

Well...

Oh.

It's craziness. Where in the hell is everybody?

What do you think this guy does?

Whatever it is, he's doing it right.

What are we doing? Let's get out of here.

On what?

Oh, yeah. How are your bones, slim?

Careful. I'm sore. Yes.

Miss Walsh?

We were looking for someone named Adams.

Well, I'm Nurse Adams, and you must be Mr...

Danner.

Would you come up, please? And bring your things with you.

Do you want some help? No, I can handle it.

This is your room, Miss Walsh.

We'll find something suitable for Mr. Danner.

Uh, just a minute. There must be some mistake.

- Yes? - We're just staying for a cup of tea.

Oh, I was told your motorcycle was beyond repair.

No, it isn't. No, we'll get it fixed.

In the meantime, we're gonna rent a car.

- Oh. Well you won't find one locally. - There's a garage in town.

Oh, Miss Walsh, you're not in Los Angeles now, you know.

Hardly anyone in these parts has cause to hire a car.

But Mr. Mountolive's chauffeur said he'd take you into the village tomorrow.

They'll look after you there. Everything closes early at this time of year.

If this room isn't to your liking, we can find you another.

So we'll rough it for the night.

Thank you. The room will be just fine for both of us.

I'm sure you'd like to rest after your accident.

You won't be disturbed.

Sweet lady.

She took it for granted we would be staying.

Oh, Maggie.

Well, how do they know to have a fire burning?

Well, it is the middle of winter, and it's cold outside.

Honey, what's the matter?

Are you okay?

I'm just trying to get warm.

Come here and I'll get you warm.

She did say we wouldn't be disturbed, didn't she?

Did she?

What's that?

- Watch your step, sir. - Merci bien.

Watch your step, madam.

- Oh... - What is it? What's happening?

It looks like we're not the only guests.

- It's just like old times. - Who is that up there?

Hello, handsome.

Another gift from Jason, darling?

- When is the American due? - She's here already, sir.

Already? But she hasn't been up to see him yet though?

I really wouldn't know, sir.

And who is the handsome young man?

Apparently, he is the young lady's friend, madam.

He came with her?

Bad luck for Maria.

- Did Mr. Jackson arrive yet? - Eh, no, madam, not yet.

This is too much.

What are we doing here?

I don't know.

- I'm gonna take a shower. - Just save me some hot water.

All right.

Ah! Hot, son of a bitch! Ah!

Maggie!

Pete. What happened?

The goddamned English plumbing, that's what happened.

- Watch out for glass! - Well, your back, it's...

Honey, it's all right! Get off the glass!

I'm gonna go downstairs and get something.

Maggie, just forget about it. Just relax, will you?

You relax too.

Now as you all know, Mr. Mountolive...

- Oh, excuse me. - Can I help you, ma'am?

I was looking for some antiseptic.

We've had an accident in the shower, and Pete has cut himself.

- Oh, dear. - N... Nurse Adams will help you.

I'm afraid the shower door's been broken also. I'm terribly sorry.

Oh, that's all right. I'll send a maid to clear up.

- Can you manage? - Yes, thank you.

Mind how you go, now.

Yes.

As I was saying, Mr. Mountolive is fading fast.

We won't be seeing him much more,

but I know you will be very patient, and I know I can rely on you.

Well, who's going to be the master of the house?