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Back in the winter of 1959,

I saw in a shop window
in New York

a little white jar
with a notice on it saying,

"Royal jelly, 2 ounces, $350."

I'd never heard of the stuff.

The shop told me
it had magical properties,

and it undoubtedly has,

so I wrote a story about it.

Years later, Dick Van Dyke,
who had read the story,

sent me from France
a box of small glass vials

containing pure royal jelly.

I drank them, one by one,

but I'm not going to tell you
what they did to me,

or I'll ruin
what you're about to see now.

Hello, my beauties.

[Buzzing]

Hello, my girls.

Hey, shhh, shhh.
Settle down.

It's only me.
You know me.

That's the way.

[Indistinct]

Mmm, I know
where you've been--

up along the big house,
all along the lavender,

haven't you?

Now, then, down you go.

That's it.
Settle down.

Leave so much work
for one day,

even for bees.

That's it.

Night-night.

There we are.

Come on, my baby.

Just a little drop more.
Come on, now.

I know you can do it.

Look at that, now.
You haven't drunk an ounce.

Won't do, my darling.
Well, it won't do.

Well, the clock's stopped.

It's no use, you know.

She won't.
She just won't.

Tonight of all nights.
Is it too hot?

No, it's just right.

It's really,

really worrying me,
this, Albert.

What's the time?
You mustn't miss it.

It's 20 to.

Aren't you worried
about her?

I mean, look at her.

She's nothing
but skin and bones.

She'll pick up.
Won't you, my beauty?

I've been sitting with her
for over an hour now,

and she hasn't
drunk a drop.

Well, maybe you started
too early.

No.

She didn't have nothing
at her 6:00 feeding, either.

Well, Dr. Robinson said

you was to stop
worrying, Mabel.

So did that
other specialist

from Bicester.

Just a matter of time,
they said.

So did the clinic

and Miss Meachen,
the health visitor.

So, I think...

That I'm
to stop worrying,

when our baby
weighs two pounds less.

Two pounds less

than the day
she was born, Albert.

I know that.
What time is it?

I told you,
20 to.

No, I meant the program.

Oh, you and your
precious program.

Oh, come on, Mabel.

'Tisn't every night
I'm on the TV.

Oh, no.

It's Albert Taylor,
famous beekeeper.

Whole village
will be watching.

I am talking about
our daughter, Albert.

God knows we waited
long enough for her.

9 years.
At this rate she'll die.

Come on.
She'll pick up.

Pick up?

She's starving to death.

You just don't want
to admit it, that's all.

I mean, take a look at her.

Her arms are nothing
but sticks, Albert.

It ain't natural
for a 6-week-old child.

If she dies,
I don't know what I'll do.

The doctor said you was
to stop worrying.

I don't want to hear
about doctors, Albert Taylor.

I hate them.
I hate them all.

[Indistinct voice from TV]

ALBERT: They're starting, Mabel.

Oh, Vickie...

What's the matter
with you, my baby?

I know you'd tell me
if you could.

[Bees buzzing on TV]

Good evening.

Now, you might wonder
why I'm standing here

with this net
over my face.

Well, what you can see
behind me are,

of course, beehives.

Now, we, all of us,
know about bees.

Or do we?

These beehives,
standing in 6 acres of--

Mabel, it's started.

Hello, Mr. Taylor.
Hello.

Now, tell me,

when did you first
start keeping bees?

Well, I, uh,
I built my first hive

at the age of 12

and caught my first swarm
the year after.

I do sound funny, Mabel.

...a touch unusual
for a beekeeper.

Quite a local legend.

Oh, I don't know
about that.

Well, they say
you never use smoke

or gloves or a net
over your face.

No, no, that's true,

and I never been stung,
neither.

Never?
No.

Now, why is that,
would you say?

Well, I don't know.

Bees have always liked me.
I've always liked them.

When I was a kid,

I used to let them crawl
over my face and hands.

My dad used to say
there had to be

a witches stench
about me,

but my mother took my part
and said it was a gift of God.

So, you're a sort of
St. Francis of the bees.

Oh, no, no.
I'm no saint, no.

No, me and bees is,
uh, me and bees.

In a good year,

Mr. Taylor's bees
produce nigh on

2,000 pounds' weight
of honey,

and it all began
with that first hive.

Now he owns 6 acres.

How many hives,
Mr. Taylor?

84.

84 hives and a house

he mostly converted
himself.

[Baby crying]

You ought to have
let me feed you.

This substance is produced
in much the same way

as the mammary glands
of vertebrate produce milk.

But Mr. Taylor
can tell us even more.

Uh, well, royal jelly has
amazing nourishing properties.

That we do know.

It's fed
to all the bee larvae,

but some of them
only get it for 3 days,

whereas the queen gets--

Excuse me.
I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor.

We've got a piece of
film coming up here now.

Now, this cell here
is larger.

It's much larger
than all the rest.

Yeah, of course.
That's the queen's cell.

A cradle
fit for a queen.

Yeah, that's it,
Mr. Hayward, yeah.

Yeah, see, this larva here
is destined to become a queen.

The others,

they're either
gonna be workers,

or they're gonna be drones.

Now, they only get
royal jelly for 3 days.

But this one here
is different,

although she started off
the same.

She gets royal jelly

for the whole of
her larval life.

Right up to the time
she emerges,

she swims in the stuff.

Yeah, but why is it
so much larger?

Ah, because on a diet
of royal jelly,

the queen larva
increases its weight

by 1,500 times in 5 days.

How large, Mr. Taylor?

1,500 times her own weight.

That's as if
a baby weighing,

say, 7 1/2 pounds,

would have increased
its weight to...

5 tons.

Yeah, 5 tons.

And that's not all,

because royal jelly has
other amazing properties.

Some call it
the elixir of youth.

Mabel.

Mabel!

[Baby crying]

You awake?

Go away.

I got an idea.

I don't want to hear it.

I don't want to hear
nothing no more.

I can't stand it,
Albert, I can't.

All right, then.

[Sobbing]

What time's
her next feeding?

2:00.

Maybe 6:00.

It's 4 hourly.

You know that
as well as I do.

Right. I'll do
the next two feeds.

You sleep.

No.
Yeah.

I'm taking over now,
completely,

so you can relax
for the next 12 hours.

Real sleep for you,
my girl, right?

Got yourself
into a state.

Give yourself
a breakdown,

you carry on
like this.

I'm taking Victoria
this minute.

We'll be in
the spare room,

so you can sleep
right through.

Just leave it all
to me, right?

Albert.

Thank you.

Should have
thought of it before.

Albert.

I do love you.

And me you, Mabel.

[Baby crying]

You sleep.

As he walked away--

it's only fancy,
of course,

but I think Mr. Taylor
looks a little bit

like a bee himself.

Good night.

Right.

Albert?

What time is it?

Oh, Albert.

Albert!

Albert.

Oh, no.

Albert!

Oh, Albert!
What's happened?

Ssshh, ssshhh...

Oh, I'm sorry.
I slept right through.

Is she all right?

Are you all right?

Hey, you look better.

Oh, did she take anything?

ALBERT: I fed her
at 2:00.

Oh, I forgot to tell you
about this morning's feed.

Did you remember that?

Come on,
I'm not stupid.

She's been fed on the dot.

At 2:00 she took
half an ounce.

Only half?

Mabel.

At 6:00, two ounces.

Two ounces?

Yeah, that's better, eh?

At 10:00, she asked me.

She did?

Yeah, she cried.

She didn't need changing,
either.

Took 3 ounces.

3 ounces? 3--

Albert,
that's wonderful!

Aren't you
a good girl, then, eh?

There's my good girl.

I fancy, though,
she looks better already.

Don't you?

Yeah.

You know,
she seems to be sleeping

more placid-like.

Sort of plumper
around the face.

Yeah, you know,
you could be right.

Oh, Albert.

She has turned the corner,
I reckon,

like they all prophesied.

I hope to God
you're right.

I'm certain of it.

From now on,
you watch her go.

You look 100%, too.

Me?

Oh, I'm fine,
thank you.

Oh, I'm awful sorry
about last night.

Oh...

How was you, then,
on the telly?

Oh, it was all right.

Sounded a bit peculiar,
I thought.

It went OK.

Ah, Mabel.

There's my girl again.

Hmm...Hey,
what are you doing?

The bees don't mind.

Never mind about the bees.

What about people who
see us from the road?

Cure for that.

[Baby crying]

Oh, Albert, of all the times.

Hey, that one
don't approve.

Oh, well, now,
she can't be hungry.

Not yet.

Well, she could be.

Well, no, she's two hours
too early.

Come on, now.

Looks like demand feeding
from now on.

It's a miracle.

Right.

Well, we'll carry on
as we are.

I'll go on doing
the night feeds.

Oh, no,
I'll take over now, Albert.

I'm sleeping really well.

No, it's better
if I do it.

The age of equality,
right?

Well, I'll do the sterilizing,
mixing, and the bottles, then.

Ah, now, don't change
the luck, girl.

Oh, I'd rather do it,
Albert.

I really would.

Look, I did it all
last week.

Look what happened.

Results.

Don't change the luck.

She stopped.

Well, so what?
She was early.

She'd taken
all she needed.

Well, that's only 3 ounces.

Look, only last week
you'd have been

over the moon
about that.

She's doing fine.

Aren't you,
my little queen, hmm?

[Indistinct]

So old, isn't he?

Come on.

All right, my beauties.

Come on, come on.

Time you came home.

That's it.

Home you go.

Away to your queen.

MABEL: Albert!

Albert,
she's drunk it again.

Every drop.

Has she?
Well, what did I say?

You should have seen
her face.

Yeah?

Oh, it were
a real picture.

[Clock chiming]

[Baby crying]

Right on the dot.

Wait, you have it.

MABEL: All right,
I'm coming.

[Baby screaming]

I swear, this baby's
getting heavier.

Good.

In such a short time.

There we are.

[Crying stops]

Huh, look at that.

Straightaway.

At this rate, we'll have
to get a bigger bottle.

Albert?
Hmm?

What was it
you was gonna tell me

the other night?

When I was too tired,
you know.

Oh, that.

Yeah.

What are you
grinning at?

Was it to do with you
on the telly?

Yeah, you could say that.

Mind you, I'd known it
all along, really.

What?

You really do think
Victoria's looking better,

don't you?

Bigger.
Putting on weight.

Yeah. What's that
got to do with it?

Do you?

Yeah, well,
of course I do.

You've only got to look
at her, haven't you?

Must be something to do

with the way you was
mixing the milk.

You ain't been
putting beer

in our baby's drink,
have you?

Beer?
Would I put beer?

Don't be silly.

[Chuckling]

But you have been

putting something in it,
haven't you?

Haven't you?

Now, Vickie,
wait a minute.

[Baby crying]

You tell me
this instant, Albert.

What's this baby
been drinking?

Milk.

Nothing else?

Albert.

Look, it's perfectly safe.

What?

What is perfectly safe?

Royal jelly.

Jelly?

Fruit jelly?

No, no, royal jelly,
from bees.

I told you lots of times
how they feed it to the larvae.

It's magic, Mabel.

I heard myself talking
about it on the TV.

That's when I realized.

You must be
out of your mind.

Of course, it's exactly
what she needs.

Keeps people young.
Makes their hair grow.

That don't mean you can
feed it to babies.

Oh, go on.
She likes it.

Go on, now.
It's good for her.

Go on.

In America, it costs more
than gold, you know?

[Baby crying]

All right.

That's it.

Look, I swear
to you, Mabel,

it can't possibly
harm her.

It's wonderful.

It's what turns a dull,
plain, ordinary worker

into a great, big,
beautiful, fertile queen.

What are you
trying to say?

Our baby's dull
and plain?

Of course not.

You see, queen larvae
get more royal jelly

than the others.

That makes them
quite different.

You see, worker bees

have practically
no sex organs at all,

but a queen--

Don't you talk dirty
to me, Albert Taylor.

No, I'm not.

No, this is science.

What's more,
a queen lives longer,

and their legs
are quite different.

Worker bees have
pollen baskets on their legs,

but a queen don't.

Oh, no.

She's entirely different.

See, what's more,
she's much bigger,

and her abdomen's
shaped quite diff--

She's finished it.

There you are.
What'd I tell you?

What'd you...

She ain't having
no more of that,

I'll tell you that,
Albert Taylor.

I don't know what's
the matter with you.

I really don't know

what's come over you
lately.

I swear, this baby
weighs a ton.

Thanks to royal jelly.

[Buzzing]

MABEL: She's enormous.

What have you done?

She's all right.

Buzzzz...

She's got a double chin.

Zzzzzz--

Don't you touch her.

Now, wait a minute,
Mabel.

Don't touch her.
You must be mad.

Mabel.

Mabel, I know
what you're thinking.

Look, I'll prove to you
that royal jelly's harmless.

How much have you
given her?

Enough.
How much?!

Will you hear me, woman?

Now, why do you think
that we had

only half our usual crop
of honey last summer, hmm?

Because it was
short summer.

That's what you said.

Not only that.

I turned over dozens
of our hives

to the production
of royal jelly.

Why? Why?

Well, you'll never guess
the reason,

but she's-zzz
the result.

Zzzz-zzzz.

You see, royal jelly--

it's a bit embarrassing,
really--

also increases fertility.

I didn't like
to mention it,

but you know how we had
tried for years to--

tzzzzzzzzzzz...

You took it,

didn't you?

Gallons of it.

You...
Bags of the stuff.

Zzz-zz.

Made me feel marvelous.

So different.

I went on taking it

even after you said
you was expecting.

Gallons of the stuff
I must have drunk

during these last
12 months.

It's made a new man
of me.

Hasn't it?

Zzzzzzz.

Think how much better
it's going to work

on a little baby

than a
fully developed man.

Oh, my lord.

Izzzn't it?

Izzzn't it?
Zzzzzzn't it?

I've got to see her.

See the size of her.

Zzzzz...

It's been
a great success,

hasn't it,
my little queen?

Zzzzzzz...

[Mabel gasps,
then screams]

[Bees buzzing]

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