I Capture the Castle Page #2

Come in.

Hello?

Hello? Anybody home?

Somebody said, "Come in."

Can you believe this place?

It looks like something

out of a storybook.

Yeah, the "House of Usher."

Hello?

I'm sorry,

we have a car stuck in the lane.

Do you have a horse or something?

- Actually, no.

- Leave this to me.

We need a motor tractor

and some heavy-gauge chains.

Come on, I'll show you the problem.

You stay here, soak up the atmosphere.

I should warn you,

I'm having a bath behind here.

I'm sorry.

Is your mother at home?

No.

- Do you need this?

- Thank you.

- I'm Simon Cotton, by the way.

- Cotton?

We were on our way to Scotney Hall.

Are you related to Sir William?

He lived there until he died.

The kid's gone to a farm to fetch help.

Hi. Is there a madhouse

around here?

We thought we saw an escapee

up by the lane.

This is my brother, Neil. We did

see a strange woman in the field.

- She looked a bit disheveled.

- She was stark staring naked, Simon.

Well, I can't imagine who that was.

- I thought you were a child.

- No.

Are you here on holiday?

I'm actually Sir William's grandson.

Our father died

a little while ago in Montana

and I seem to be

in charge of the estate now.

Rose? Rose, dear?

Careful!

Cassandra, put the kettle on for cocoa.

I must change.

More gas, Simon, more gas!

Keep pushing the back!

I saw lights from the gatehouse.

Hey, guys, we got reinforcements!

- It's our father.

- James Mortmain.

Yeah, Neil Cotton. Would you

mind just going to the back?

- Of course.

- James Mortmain?

Are you James Mortmain,

the author of "Jacob Wrestling?"

Well, yes, I am.

I wrote a dissertation

on that in college.

"Polyphony in the Fragmentary

Consciousness."

I wondered what became of you.

Now you know.

Well, I guess owning

a place like the castle

must be an amazing source of inspiration.

We don't own it. You do.

Do I? Do I?

Do you hear that, Neil?

I own the castle!

That's wonderful, Simon.

Could you go to the back

and help with the pushing, sir?

- Yes.

- We must talk more about your work.

Well, it would be my pleasure.

For crying out loud, will these bloody

cataracts and hurricanes never stop?

Are you ready, Neil?

They didn't say anything about the rent.

Those boys are very taken with you, Rose.

How can you tell?

I've always had antennae

for the currents of attraction.

I shall have to clean the drawing

room in case they call again.

Rose Cotton.

Mrs. Rose Cotton.

Mrs. Cotton.

- Which one do you like?

- Simon. He's the eldest.

It's his estate now and his fortune.

Was Sir William a knight or baronet?

If he was a baronet,

then Simon's, Sir Simon.

I'd be Lady Cotton then.

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