Love, Once and Always Page #3

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seen better days.

The last two years I've been

coming down here

on the weekends to help Grace

out with the upkeep when I can.

That's surprisingly charitable

of you.

A brief lapse in judgement,

I assure you.

But seriously, this place

is an absolute money pit

and needs to be sold off

at the earliest opportunity.

Assuming you own it,

which you don't.

Which I do, and I'm well

on my way

to coming up with a brilliant

sales pitch for it.

That is if the developer,

Mr. Niven,

is open to hearing

my presentation.

Richard Niven

the billionaire?

Ah, you've heard of him.

Yeah, he specializes

in building golf courses

and I've heard he's interested

in opening

a new one around here.

Turn the estate

into a golf course? Seriously?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did- did you have a better plan

for this place?

Not at this exact moment

but surely there must be

a better option

than turning a magnificent

estate into some putting green.

This is 1890's at its finest.

The stained glass,

the marble floors-

Out with the old,

in with the new.

Oooh! Duncan, how can

you be so blind

to all the history around you?

How can you be so blind

to the bottom line?

Listen, Frank Lloyd Wrong,

you are not going to move

a stone of this mansion.

Ok. Well then

what do you suggest?

This has got to be

some big mistake.

Aunt Grace would never put me in

such an impossible situation.

I suggest that we get

a little clarity

from H.K. Rourke,

Attorney at Law,

and figure this out

in the morning.

Fine.

Fine.

Which hotel are you staying

at in town?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Hotel? No, I'm not staying

at a hotel.

I'm staying in the west wing.

Of my mansion.

Great.

Then I'll be staying in

the east wing of my mansion.

Great.

Mmm.

I'm gonna go that way

to the east wing.

Yeah, that's fine.

Thank you.

After you.

Mmmhmm.

Stop watching me leave.

You stop first.

[phone ringing]

Lucy, how's life

on your estate?

Where do I start?

It turns out

Duncan is staying here, too.

Duncan?

His father was the caretaker.

He used to live here.

But he's impossible,

as always.

Duncan thinks he inherited

half the estate.

Co-owners of an estate,

that sounds kind of romantic.

Trust me, it is the opposite

of romantic.

But I have to admit,

he does look pretty good.

Oh, details, please.

What does he look like?

A little bit like our statue

of Marc Antony.

But with the same flair

for betrayal.

He's got some scheme to turn

the place into a golf course.

A golf course?

Well, that seems a bit daft.

Exactly.

But as soon as we figure

this whole thing out

with the lawyers in the morning

I am going to send

Duncan packing.

Well, good luck, Lucy.

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