Christmas at Plumhill Manor

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."

[announcer speaking indistinctly over P.A.]

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?