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The 500-year-old Wellminster cathedral was built on the

site of an early 11th century monastery.

Ah, this must be the East Gate.

It is the foundation of the former

monastery exactly 1,000 years ago which makes this our

millennium year.

So it's up to the cathedral and...

We're meeting the custos in the old monastery garden.

Well, when you said you wanted us to restore an old monastery

physic garden, I didn't realize

you meant from scratch.

It used to be a flourishing garden in medieval times, and

herbal remedies were big business then.

And it's my intention as custos that it will be again.

What exactly is a custos.

It's a guardian, isn't it?

We used to have one at the university where I taught.

I am the custodian of the cathedral, for my sins.

Which means that I'm responsible for the finances

of the cathedral, and the condition of its fabric.

Oh, so it's latin for fabric conditioner.

If you like.

So, do you think you can do it in time for our royal visit?

You didn't say anything about a royal visit.

The queen is coming to open it.

Excuse me.

I thought you just said the Queen's coming to open it?

Her majesty is attending our millennium thanksgiving

service and your new herb garden will be something for

her to open.

The Queen, as in monarch?

Uh, would you excuse me for a moment?

Fancy springing that bombshell on us.

Royal patronage.

We could get a gong for this.

Next stop Buckingham palace gardens.

Just a wash and brush up for saint Anthony, eh, custos?

Isn't saint Anthony the one you pray to

when you lose things?

He's also the patron saint of this cathedral.

Some people like to think he's buried here.

Isn't that right, mr. Bingham?

Oh indeed.

Well, we'll dig very carefully in the

herb garden, then.

This way, please.

Well, here we are.

Time for evensong.

I'll see you at dinner, 7:30 sharp.

The Dean's coming.

Unfortunately, he a needs a wheelchair these days.

Lovage.

Marjoram.

Blue catmint.

Angelica.

This labeling is all over the place.

Whoever's in charge here doesn't know the first thing

about herbs.

Well, this isn't even a herb.

Soleiroloa Soleirolii.

I thought it was mind-your-own-business?

Yes, that's its common name.

It's actually a weed.

It's pretty, but it's nice to grow between stone pavings.

Excuse me.

Uh, is it true you're restoring the old herb garden?

Oh, yes.

We've, uh, just started.

Only, nobody's told me about this.

Oh, I'm Elaine Bingham, by the way.

I'm in charge of the gift shop.

Oh, well, well in that case I'm surprised the custos

hasn't mentioned it.

No chance.

Never tells anyone anything.

We're under the impression there is some plan to put the

gift shop on a more commercial footing, and replace all of us

volunteer workers with younger professional salespeople, but

I, I shall have to get my husband here to talk to the

Dean about this.

Have you any idea of the cost of

stonemasonry work these days?

That man Bingham has made an absolute

fortune out of the cathedral.

Not to mention his wife, who's doing very nicely, thank you--

these irregularities are in hand, Dean.

About time too.

Thank god we've got a custos who's a bit more on the ball

than Canon Matheson, god rest his soul.

He was my husband's predecessor.

We thought we could get along without a custos for a few

years, but we were wrong.

That'll be Trish.

Patricia?

What time do you call this?

Sit down, Trish darling.

No, no, no.

If she can't be here at the right time--

I'm not here.

I'm not hungry.

Manners, Patricia.

This is Patricia, my stepdaughter.

And these good ladies--

uh, look, I really don't have time for this.

I have to go out.

How many times?

Not at dinner, Patricia!

I'm not at dinner, am I?

Yes?

What?

Yeah, I, I, coming.

I'm coming.

I do apologize, everyone.

Uh, more, more cheese, Dean.

Poor Trish is going through a rather rebellious phase.

But she's young.

She's a bright girl.

Especially maths.

She seems be falling into rather bad company these days.

Well, you can't mean Ryan.

Uh, a rather unsavory youth who does oddjobbing for the

cathedral authorities.

Oh, that must be who we saw her with in the herb garden

this afternoon.

So that's where they meet, is it?

Well, he's nothing but a useless layabout

if you ask me.

So, I, I was thinking maybe we should get

him working for you.

Uh, may I?

Bloodwort.

Lungwort.

According to this there's a herbal cure for just about

every ailment nobody suffers from anymore.

Spleen, bile, melancholia.

Gall.

Sounds like a description of Trish.

Well anyway.

I'll see what I can order up on the cathedral computer in

the morning.

And you can get cracking clearing the site.

Mmm, thanks.

Pardon me.

Touch of colic.

Uh, Ryan.

We're going to need a rotavator.

Is there a hire shop in this city where we can rustle one

up this afternoon?

Ryan?

Well, don't just pick at it.

Well, I'm obviously looking for something.

Have you found it yet?

No. There's no sign yet.

You could have dropped it anywhere, Trish.

Well, look, it has to be here somewhere.

What have you lost, Trish?

Uh, my mobile.

It's really important.

When did you lose it?

Uh, last night.

We were--

Well, if it's here we're bound to find it.

Well, yeah, we have to.

We really have to.

Right, well, we'll keep our eyes open and, uh, pray to

saint Anthony, as well.

Dean!

This is my final warning.

Unless you're prepared to use your authority to stop your

custos turning this cathedral into some new age health

center, I'm afraid we shall be forced to take the law into

our own hands!

Woo.

Would you say that was bile or spleen?

The cathedral is not here to

subsidize your private organ lessons, dr. Fairborn.

And the organ is a chargeable cathedral facility.

Dr.

This is daylight robbery.

Remind me, is this the pot or the kettle talking here?

You know what I mean.

This would never have happened in

Canon Matheson's time.

Come in.

Excuse me.

Ah, miss Boxer.

Uh, may I introduce dr. Fairborn, master of the

choristers.

Or a mere user of a cathedral facility, as custos seems to

prefer.

Yes, I think we've had that discussion, dr. Fairborn.

Uh, miss Boxer is here to use the computer, I believe.

Uh, yes, if that's convenient.

I just need to order some herbs on the internet.

Excuse me, sir?

Master McKendrick.

What can we do for you?

Dr. Fairborn, sir.

That organ lesson.

Just coming, boy.

See you at the evensong, perhaps, miss Boxer.

We're singing dyson in d.

These places always smell of antiquity, don't they?

Musty.

It's a combination of damp rot and incense.

It's not unpleasant, though.

I always get the feeling of time standing still.

Even the organ music's been the same for centuries.

Very stirring sound.

When all the stops are out you can feel the sound waves

vibrating through your body.

I can't feel any vibrations.

Well, it hasn't got going yet, has it?

Is a bit thin and reedy.

But on full throttle--

Wow!

It's like the wrath of god.

That's more like it.

I think it's amazing they've been doing the same service

every week for hundreds of years.

Must be lovely living in a little community where nothing

ever happens to disrupt the age-old rhythm of life.

Give or take the odd Royal visit.

Oh, but that's nice.

I mean, being so insulated from the harsher realities of

modern times.

However--

What's happened over there?

Oh my god, it's Trish!

Oh, and isn't that blood on the statue of saint Anthony?

Dead.

I think you spoke too soon.

So, were you working in the gift shop this afternoon?

Yes, I was.

You know what they say when the policemen

start looking young.

And did you see Patricia around or--

she's supposed to be the senior investigating officer.

She looks to me like she's straight out of college.

And exactly what time was this you

saw her, mrs. Bingham?

It was just before evensong.

Uh, she was coming from the herb garden.

Excuse me, mrs. Bingham, but did she say where she was

going, or who she was going to meet?

Do you mind?

Well, I'm sorry, but you haven't asked.

It's standard procedure.

I was coming to that.

Well?

No.

But she was in a very agitated state.

Well, it may look like an unfortunate accident, but I

have reason to believe this is definitely a murder inquiry.

So, it looks like she was killed during the service,

which rules out anyone who was there.

Thank you, mrs. Bingham.

Why did you butt in?

I was only trying to help.

Poor girl.

It's probably her first murder.

Who would want to kill such a lovely girl?

And what's happening here?

First the Dean's accident, and now this?

...there's a jinx on the...

And things always happen in threes.

Whatever next?

And the Dean's accident.

What's all that about?

God knows.

Anyway, the sooner we move out of the custos' house and find

a b&b the better.

Dreadful business.

I know the custos isn't exactly popular around here,

but he doesn't deserve this.

You think it's something to do the

custos, then, dr. Fairborn?

Well, anything's possible 'round here these days.

And to think, this used to be such a happy place.

Mrs. Bingham was right.

Things do happen in threes.

We've got a parking ticket.

"Stay away from the herb garden or you'll die." That's

not very nice.

And they forgot to sign it.

This would never have happened if

we hadn't come here.

She was perfectly happy up north.

And we'd still be there if you hadn't antagonized the whole

parish with your--

Just calm down.

You're hysterical.

And so would you be if Trish was your daughter.

But you don't seem to give a damn!

I blame you for this!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Uh, yes.

What is it?

Well, we just came to say how very sorry we are

about what's happened.

And, of course, to thank you for putting us up, but--

you're not going are you?

Yes, we are.

We don't feel we can impose on you under the circumstances.

She's right, Andrea.

No, please.

I don't want to be alone with--

I, I just don't want to be alone, that's all.

Please stay.

Now, this old well.

It's in the wrong place.

If we could move the well head into the middle of the garden,

that could be the centerpiece of the design.

An excellent idea.

I've often thought that's where it should be myself.

Oh, Dean.

Hello.

But our stonemason says old stones don't travel.

Oh, it's only a few yards.

Yes, but mr. Bingham gets very touchy if anyone else

tampers with the cathedral stonework.

Besides, he tried to repair the well about three years

ago, but it stank the place out for weeks afterward, so it

was sealed again.

Anyway, I just saw you over here and thought I'd come see

how you were getting on.

Kind of you to struggle down to see us.

They say you had an accident of some sort.

Yes, I was hit by a car.

I was lucky.

Not my idea of luck.

I mean, not to be killed.

Hit and run.

I was coming out of east gate and-- bang!

Any idea who the driver was?

Didn't see anything, but whoever it was, I'd like to

lay my hands on them and--

forgive them.

I'm sorry, but I must keep moving.

The old pins are seizing up again.

Goodbye.

Bye.

I can shift this, but it's going to be in bits.

That way... piece of cake.

Well, don't mind Bingham.

We've got the Dean's approval.

So where do you want it, then?

Uh, somewhere over here.

You don't have to do it now, Ryan.

I know must have a lot on your mind.

You mean about Trish, yeah.

Your relationship with her.

How was it?

It was cool.

Cool.

Oh, that sort of cool.

I suppose you reckon I killed her.

Well, you can say where you were yesterday afternoon,

can't you?

Yeah.

I was getting the rotavator for you, wasn't I?

Oh yes.

What rotavator, Ryan?

Well, there wasn't one available, was there?

It's coming today.

Oh, hang about.

What's this?

Look what I found. A mobile phone.

Nice one.

I'll take that.

Is it yours, that?

Yeah.

It is now.

No, that's Trish's.

She was here yesterday looking for it.

Trish's?

Oh, in that case--

No, no, but she won't be needing it.

But why would you?

I just want something of hers, okay, to

remember her by.

You know?

Even so, by rights, Ryan, this should go back to the

next of kin.

Come on.

Come on.

So what are you going to wear on the big day, then, hmm?

Nothing.

What?

That should get you in the papers.

Well, I, I, mean nothing special.

But it's the Queen.

I know.

And we're gardeners.

Wouldn't look right dressed up in posh frocks.

We can't just wear trousers.

We'd be expected to make an effort.

But not by the queen you wouldn't.

Her majesty would want one to be oneself.

Well, I can still be oneself in a smart dress.

Well, I don't know.

I mean, I think she'd want you to be individual.

You'd just look just like the same as everyone else.

I mean, she's individual herself.

But we can't look scruffy.

We don't look scruffy.

Anyway, I'm just--

I'm just going to be me.

I need some new clothes anyway.

Come on, Laura.

Don't be ridiculous.

What?

Why not?

Just for once.

How are you today?

Not brilliant.

Keeping busy helps.

I've been sorting through her things.

I thought I'd collect up some of her old photographs

and make a sort of memorial album of her life.

That's good idea.

Oh, uh, we found her phone in the herb garden.

Oh, good.

And the police have been asking for that.

Have they?

Why?

They want to know who she'd been talking to recently.

Her last calls would all be on the call register.

Ryan was rather keen to have it.

Have you any idea why she would be so

desperate to find it?

Only that she'd be lost without it.

She used it all the time.

Her bills were astronomical.

Look.

And the rest.

Her credit card statements.

Look.

She was up to her eyeballs in debt.

No way she was ever going to pay this lot off.

Oh, uh, would you mind getting

your own dinner tonight?

Only the lord Lieutenant of the county's coming over

tonight to brief everybody on royal protocol, and we've all

got to be there.

Three-line whip?

Classic organ.

Great... works.

Requiem mass.

You know when we were listening to that organ music

in the cathedral?

Yes.

Well, how long did that go on before the service started?

Oh, uh, 10, 15 minutes.

Why?

I've been thinking.

What if Trish was killed before the service

rather than during it?

No, it wouldn't be.

All those people arriving for the service.

Somebody would have seen her.

But they don't come in that side of the cathedral.

There no door on that side.

You're right.

So she could have been killed earlier.

In that case by anybody at the service.

Blows a hole in everybody's alibi.

What was that?

Someone in the house.

For god's sake.

Did you see who it was?

No.

But going at that speed it certainly wasn't the Dean.

So, nothing's missing, then?

Not that I can find.

Well, he didn't have time to take anything.

I mean, he was only in here for a couple of seconds.

So no harm done, then?

Apart for a bit of broken glass.

Could he have been after something in particular?

Excuse me!

I'll ask the questions, if you don't mind.

Well, it might not have been a common-or-garden burglary.

Standard question.

Nothing of interest.

Can you think of anything to link it to Trish's death?

Look, do you mind?

Sorry.

That's all for now, then.

I'll see myself out.

That wasn't entirely true, was it, custos?

What?

Well, from the expression on your face, there is something

of interest here.

Well, uh, nothing of interest to the common burglar.

To the cathedral.

What is it?

Oh, it's my report on past irregularities on the part of

cathedral administration.

It's for the palace.

Oh, the bishop's palace, that is.

I've instituted a bishop's visitation.

Bishop's visitation.

What's that?

It's an official Ecclesiastical inquiry.

It's all in here.

No holds barred.

Name and shame.

Who?

Dr. Fairborn with the choir royalties?

Mr. Bingham for overcharging?

And his wife, too.

Elaine Bingham?

But the big money spinner is the

cathedral's holy land tours.

Who ran those?

The Dean.

The Dean?

Is there anybody here

who hasn't got their snout in the trough?

The Dean and, uh, Canon Matheson.

But he's dead.

Yes, but that must be how he managed to leave his

wife so well off.

Oh, she's still alive, then?

Oh, very much so.

It's mrs. Bingham.

Mrs. Bingham?

Bingham?

Well, yeah.

She married the stonemason after Canon Matheson died.

He had a heart condition and, uh, died in the holy land.

She buried him in Jerusalem, I think.

Well, our herbs seems to have come through unscathed.

Yeah.

Ryan Stebbings.

Yeah?

What now?

I want a word with you.

Why?

In the car.

No.

Never in a month of sundays, not Ryan.

Everybody knows the lad's no saint, but they can't be

pinning murder on him, as well.

As well?

As what, dr. Fairborn?

All the other stuff.

He does have a bit of a criminal record, you know.

Really?

What for?

Stealing cars.

Joy riding they call it.

Well, why on earth is he on the cathedral staff?

Oh, he isn't.

He's only assigned to the cathedral to do

his community service.

Well, who would've thought it?

He's basically a good kid.

We all like him, and he and Trish adored each other.

Sure, we all heard them having some whopping rows sometimes,

but really.

Well, I don't see it myself.

But perhaps the police know something we don't.

So who's going to do our donkey work now?

We will.

We can shift that old well, no sweat.

Shift the well?

You two just restoring the garden or completely

redesigning it?

Well, uh, a bit of both.

Why?

Why can't people just leave things as they are these days?

Oh, mrs. Bingham?

About Trish.

Uh, did you see much of her at the gift shop?

Yes, she had a holiday job there earlier in the summer.

Until we had to let her go.

Let her go?

She was hopeless with money.

She couldn't understand our system at all.

Why?

Just wondered.

Didn't Trish's mother say she was good at maths?

Seems to me she might have understood her

system all too well.

The paving's going to look a bit stark, isn't it?

No.

Not when we've filled in the cracks.

We can use some of the mind-your-own-business from

the gift shop.

Andrea.

Come to give us a hand.

No.

I'm looking for Ryan.

Ryan.

Ah, well he's uh--

he's tied up.

Well, he may not actually be tied up.

He's just not here, anyway.

Well, you said he was keen to have Trish's mobile

and now I know why.

He wanted these photographs.

Photographs?

May I?

Oh, dear.

Oh, they look so happy together.

Don't they, Laura?

These are quite recent, too.

How sad.

What's this one?

I don't know.

The camera probably went off by mistake.

I though you gave her mobile to the police?

Oh, I have.

But I didn't them having her personal photographs, so I

printed them off and then deleted them.

Andrea, you don't think whoever broke into your house

last night was after her mobile?

Well, there's no telling what people want

to steal these days.

Ryan.

Oh, that didn't take long.

Oh, Ryan.

I've got something for you.

Oh, cool.

Off Trish's mobile.

They're what you wanted, aren't they?

Yeah, yeah.

Right.

Thanks.

Uh, is this all there was?

Yes.

Why?

Should there be more?

No.

So, goods delivered.

Mystery solved.

I'll be off.

What did the police want, Ryan?

Oh, the usual.

Anything that happens around here they come for me.

Breaking into the custos' house this time.

Did you?

Of course I didn't.

What would I want in there?

He wasn't looking at those pictures.

He was looking for something.

This, perhaps?

Why have you snitched that one?

I don't think that was taken by mistake.

The East Gate, 17th of june.

There's more to that picture than meets the eye.

Well?

Are we gonna shift this thing, or not?

Two, three.

Again.

Three.

Two, three.

One, two--

Oh, well.

At least it doesn't hum.

Like the Dean said.

Hello?

Anybody there?

No.

Can't see how deep it is.

It's too dark.

We need a torch.

Hey?

I've got torch.

Here.

A torch, Ryan?

Now, why would you happen to have a torch on you?

What, this?

Well, you never know, do you?

For instance, if you wanted to break

into the custos' house?

What?

You better take a look yourself.

That's everything.

All right, when you've taken that to the van, can you wait

for me?

Look at her.

Doesn't know what's hit her.

Probably never been in the cathedral before, and now

she's had a murder, a break-in, and now this.

I hope you're treating those bones with the

respect they deserve.

And how much is that?

Well, I mean, they could be sacred relics.

That might be the remains of saint Anthony himself.

Did he have a heart problem, then?

We found this.

That is a pacemaker.

Ah well, not saint Anthony, then.

You'll have no trouble identifying the body, then.

It'll have a serial number.

I am well aware of that.

Yes, I'm sure you are.

You can trace it with just one phone call.

Standard police procedure.

She loves you.

So, the gods are not exactly smiling on your millennium

year, are they Dean?

They?

Oh, I mean, the, uh, the god.

The, the one and only god god.

Well, if things do go in threes.

You've had the set now, Dean, haven't you?

So your should change.

You mean first that poor girl.

Now this.

What's the other?

Your hit and run accident.

That was recent, wasn't it?

Certainly was.

Do you remember exactly when that was, Dean?

Oh, I shan't forget the date in a hurry.

June 17th.

Oh, and at the, uh, east gate, wasn't it?

I thought so.

Look at this.

June 17th, East Gate.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Dean, I wonder if I might have a word with you?

The bunting is for the choir school.

And, oh, the flags, for the boys.

But don't hand them out until the last minute.

They'll only stick them in their ears

or eat them or something.

Excuse me?

I, uh, I'm told there's a phone call for me?

Yes.

It's your university returning your call.

Uh, could you not clog up the phone?

I'm expecting a call from the Palace.

Buckingham or bishop's?

Uh, Rosemary Boxer.

Yes.

Custos!

You must come to the gift shop at once.

The police have discovered who killed your daughter.

I'll call you back.

What's going on?

Excuse me.

You said you saw the murder victim, Trish, in the herb

garden the day before she was killed?

Yes.

Near that old well?

Yes.

Just as I thought.

Thank you.

Yeah, but what, what's happening?

We identified the body on the well.

From the pacemaker's serial number, as

you so kindly suggested.

And?

The body was mrs. Bingham's first husband.

Canon Matheson?

Couldn't be.

He died three years ago in the holy land.

He's buried in Jerusalem.

So the Binghams have led everybody to believe.

But perhaps Trish found out different.

So the police think that Trish knew about the body in

the well, and the Binghams killed her to stop her from

saying anything.

Oh, what you mean is she was blackmailing them.

No, no.

That's impossible.

She couldn't have known the body was in there.

It's been firmly sealed up ever since she's lived here.

Don't mind us.

McKendrick?

May I borrow that lens?

Thanks.

I need it back.

Come along, now, McKendrick.

Time for your organ lesson, I think.

My soul doth magnify the lord.

It wasn't the lord we were magnifying, was it McKendrick?

Thank you.

Miss Boxer.

Mrs. Thyme.

You lot, school room, 10 minutes.

OK, sir.

I've got the number of the car.

What am I supposed to do with this?

Find out who it belongs to.

One phone call.

Standard police procedure.

Fine.

I can do that on my way.

Where to?

When you've done that, will you please fill in the old

well pit, Ryan?

Why do I always get all the crappy jobs, 'round here?

It's like working in a prison chain gang.

Well, you are serving a sentence, aren't you?

Yeah.

Only community service.

Oh, really?

Oh, remind me what is it you were done for?

Having a laugh. It's hardly a crime.

Joy riding is a crime, Ryan.

Whatever.

I always returned the cars.

Really?

What about the gray estate car?

Hey?

The one you nicked on june 17.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, were you returning that?

Or were you nicking it when you hit the

Dean by the East Gate?

What?

Here we go.

June 17, East Gate.

There's the car.

Where did you get that?

From Trish's mobile, as well you know.

Was this what you were after when you broke into the

custos' house?

Look, you've got it all wrong.

This photograph could have identified you as the hit and

run driver.

You nearly killed the Dean.

And you wanted to hush it up, didn't you?

But Trish wasn't about to let you.

No!

It wasn't like that.

And you better keep your nose out or do I have to teach you

to mind your own business?

Oh no you don't.

Thank you dr. Fairborn.

Just in time.

I probably saved your life there.

McKendrick.

I was about to ask you if you were the

driver of this vehicle.

Don't be silly.

I can't even reach the pedals.

Dr. Fairborn sent me to get this organ music.

Oh, so it's dr. Fairborn's car, is it?

He--

Pedals.

Uh, uh, McKendrick, did you say pedals?

Of course!

Where, where is dr. Fairborn now?

He said he had to go down to the herb

garden for some reason.

Ryan!

Just the man!

I've got a job for you!

I believe you have something of mine.

Do I?

What?

A photograph.

Photograph?

The one you were looking at with that lens.

Oh, that, this photograph.

Just give it to me.

Oh, I can't do that, dr. Fairborn.

This could be important evidence about the Dean's

hit and run accident.

I had nothing to do with that.

No, no.

I'm not suggesting that you did.

Or otherwise, it could have been you who broke into the

custos' house looking for it and--

Oh my god.

It was you.

Are you going to give me that picture?

Or am I going to have the force it out of you?

Don't give it to him, Rosemary!

I'm not going to!

That's his car in the picture.

He's the Dean's hit-and-run driver.

And it wasn't the Binghams Trish was blackmailing with

that photo.

It was him.

You killed Trish?

Come now.

Why would I kill her?

Because she couldn't keep to her side of the deal.

And what deal would that be?

You pay the money.

She deletes the incriminating photo from her mobile.

But when you met her outside the cathedral for the payoff,

she'd lost her mobile.

You thought she was trying to double-cross you, so you

killed her.

My dear ladies, this is all very entertaining, but you're

forgetting one thing.

I couldn't have killed her because I was nowhere near her

at the time.

I was in the organ loft playing for evensong.

Not just before the service you weren't.

Rosemary, do you remember us remarking at the time that

the organ music sounded rather insipid that evening?

- Yes. - Thin and reedy, you said.

No pedals.

The organ was being played by someone

who couldn't reach them.

A small boy, for instance, like McKendrick.

So McKendrick was playing.

Meanwhile you would have had enough time to be outside the

cathedral to meet Trish and to kill her!

That's enough woman.

Don't come any closer.

All right.

It's true.

Except it was an accident.

I only hit her.

She fell against the statue.

I didn't mean to kill anybody.

But this time.

Dr. Fairborn!

Where is he?

He, uh, he just tripped and fell!

Ryan, I thought I told you to fill in that well.

Aw, you know, I'm really sorry.

It's just with everything that's been happening

I haven't had enough time.

Well, don't ever, ever, ever do anything I

tell you ever again!

Don't just stand there.

What are you waiting for?

The well shaft rescue unit?

Get on with it!

Do you actually have a well shaft rescue unit?

Oh yeah.

Standard police procedure.

You're not meeting her majesty dressed

like that, are you?

Oh, the queen won't expect us to dress up.

We're just gardeners.

But miss Boxer obviously has other ideas.

Oh, no.

No.

This is her idea.

I've just come 'round to her way of thinking.

Really?

Yeah.

Rosemary!

What are you doing wearing that?

Well, what are you doing wearing that?

You said we should dress up and I realized you were right.

Come along.

Places now, everybody.

Oh, Laura.

Well, that's your obe up the spout.

Why?

She didn't seem to mind that I hadn't dressed up.

It's not that.

It's what you said.

I hardly spoke.

Only when she asked what this plant was.

And you said?

Mind-your-own-business.

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