Altar

I spy with my little eye

something beginning with "Y".

Yorkshire.

Ooh, no, you can't see Yorkshire.

Yellow.

I don't see anything yellow.

Hey, Pet, these walls

have been inspiration

for a lot of great

British artists.

Maybe they'll be

good for you, too.

Oh, look. Look, kids.

There's Heathcliff

chasing Catherine

across the moor.

I don't see anybody,

just a lot of... empty.

Creepy.

- Ow!

- I think it looks nice.

Wait 'til your

mum's done with it.

Rock stars and royalty will

be lining up around the block

to get into one of

Brad Mason's parties.

What block?

All I see is green stuff.

Come on. It's

only for 6 months.

- 6 months?

- I thought it was 4 months.

Well, it depends what I find!

If there's woodworm

and dry rot, it could

take longer than that.

Come on, we're going to

enjoy ourselves, aren't we?

This is an adventure!

An adventure that pays well.

I'll drink to that.

There it is!

Who would pay money to

stay in a dump like this?

Come on. Let's

get settled in.

Mum, there's no signal.

And what kind of hotel

doesn't have bathrooms?

It wasn't a hotel.

It was a B&B.

And there's a bathroom

down the hall.

Yeah, still.

Is there no water?

Sorry, darling.

I'll fix it tomorrow.

Oooh.

Come on, budge up. Let me in.

Do you think you're gonna

be able to work here?

I think I can work

anywhere, but right now,

I just really wanna go to sleep.

All right, let's...

OK.

Right down.

2, 1...

Oh, yeah, it's perfect.

What was it before?

A games room, but originally

when it was first built,

it was an artists' studio.

Radcliffe had an artist?

No, Radcliffe was an

artist, a landscape painter.

I shouldn't wonder with all

this landscape lying about.

It's not too late for

you to join the fun.

I'd go crazy up here.

Since when has that ever

been bad for an artist?

True, if you'll make

something worth selling.

What?

And ruin my marriage?

Is she all right?

She has a broken jaw

and a few cracked ribs.

The car's a write-off.

Jesus!

It could be serious.

They want to do a brain scan.

I'm sorry, Meg.

I can't leave her.

Maybe you could get

Tony to help you instead.

But Tony's on a

build in Scotland.

Look, they're calling me back.

What about that

Italian guy you used...

Can you hear me?

Frank?

Greg left.

Couldn't get out of

here fast enough.

Everything all right?

Celia's had a car accident.

Oh, my God. Is she all right?

Yeah, but Frank's got to

stay and look after her.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

I'll... find a local guy?

Can you help me with something?

Thing must be nailed shut.

What's in there?

I've no idea but from the

skylight, it's worth a look.

That's it.

Nearly there.

Oh! Damn!

Ooh, are you all right?

Yeah, it's just a nick.

- OK.

- Come on.

Come on. On 3. Ready?

1...2... 3.

Whoo!

Ohh! What do you

think this place was?

I have no idea.

It's not on any of the plans.

I wonder why.

What are you going

to do with it?

Turn it into a playroom

for one of Brad's kids?

I have a feeling this

house is full of surprises.

What the hell is that?

Wow.

Right. I've got

a builder to find.

Right.

I'm looking for Mr. Donnelly?

Sean Donnelly?

I'm not available.

- I've come about

a long-term job.

At Radcliffe.

Yeah, wow, how

do you know that?

You're the American

banker's designer from London.

Why do I get the feeling

you don't approve?

I don't mind who

lives in that house.

Just don't want to be the one

who turns it into Disneyland.

That's not what we're doing.

Is it true he hasn't

even set foot in the place,

that he bought it

on the Internet?

Well, he doesn't want to see

it until it's fully restored

to the original state.

Many of those skills

are long gone, Miss...?

Hamilton. Meg.

And what do you know

about Yorkshire stone?

I know that if you try

and fix a bronze dial plate

by F. Baker and Sons to a

Mark Blanchard pedestal

using hydrated cement paste,

it'll probably corrode

in the next 3 years.

You need to use the old stuff,

lime mortar and a French

binding agent... if

you want it to last.

Mrs. Hamilton?

- Ow!

- Sorry, I'm doing laps!

- What the hell...

- Harper, can you...!

What is that horrible thing?

It's the fountain

that used to live

outside the back of the house.

And it won't be horrible

once you've cleaned it up.

No, mum. I've got books

to read for school.

- Mum?

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, my God, Mum.

- What is it?

Wait, come see this.

What?

What is that?

I don't know. It's a flare

or reflection or something.

No, it looks like...

Is that a ghost?

Ooooh!

Knock twice if you can hear me.

Look, come on. Blow

it up on your screen.

- No, don't touch my...

- OK. Sorry.

- What do you want to look at?

- The picture.

There you go.

Wait, no, I don't

see anything.

How can it be there

and not here?

I don't know. Printer's screwed.

It's a rubbish printer.

Yeah, well, maybe it's

a different picture...

It's not. Look. It's

the only one I took.

See? Nothing there.

Come on, let's go

and get some lunch.

I'm starving, and you should be

doing differential calculus.

- Come on.

- OK.

It's nothing.

It's in your head.

- Mrs. Hamilton!

- Ohh!

Donnelly.

I knocked. Figured

you couldn't hear me.

Yeah, thanks for coming.

You did want me here at 4:00?

Yes, yeah, no... God, sorry.

I was miles away.

What have you found?

Well, I dunno.

I think it's a

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