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- He's had it...
Dead as the pharaohs.

Murder?

- Snuffed it. Ha ha ha!

- Oh, blimey.
- Cut!

Hmm.

- Mint Imperials from Felix.
- Oh! Much appreciated.

- Oh, and the flowers
are from production.

Hmm.

"Hope it's not too stiff. Love
the "Oh, Do Behave" gang."

- Oh, well, that's nice.
- Hmm.

- Yes, I hope I didn't
mess things up too much.

It was very convincing.

- Well, that'll be Felix's
doing, I'd imagine.

- Oh, yes?
- He's on set right now

as their police advisor.

This one is, "Oh, Do
Behave, Constable."

So he's there helping out,

making sure that the law
is represented correctly

at all times.

Mm.

- Then the officers would
seek to notify the next of kin

before canvassing for witnesses
and taking statements.

- Right. We're not
doing any of that.

Get that back to wardrobe.

Tell them shorter, lower.
Tell them hurry up.

- Well, these are all
essential components

- of a murder investigation.
- I want to entertain people,

thrill them.

Audiences don't want procedure,
Constable Livingston.

- They want titillation.
- It is Sergeant Livingston.

And respectfully, I disagree.

Er, Sexton?

Erm, sorry.

I got the amend for today,
and just wondering...

Do you think my character would
fall on to Bonnie Pluck Rose

- like that?
- Let me stop you there, Roy.

First of all, it's
not your character.

They're all mine.

Sexton St. Juste
productions, remember?

Not Roy Perk.

Secondly, you see
here on the page?

What does it say?

Does it say he falls
onto Bonnie Pluck Rose.

- Yes, but...
- There you go.

Heavens.

I don't know what's worse.

This one telling me how
to do my job or you.

What you want, darling? A tip.

Never work with
children or animals.

Speaking of which,
where is Sally?

Where is Eric? Am I the only
one actually working today?

Sir?

Sir, if we could...

if we could finish
the convers...

- I bet you get to go to
all the fab parties, eh?

Los Angeles, "Cans."

- Cannes, Peggy. Cannes.

But it's not all that exciting.

I get bored with the
parties, to be honest.

I wish showbiz had
nothing to do with acting.

- Oh.
- Oh, I like the craft,

becoming someone.

Take my character.

She's just seen her
first dead body, right?

Her first murder victim.
What does that feel like?

The first one.

Er...

Fine!

That interfering, old dandy!

- Now, now, Eric, come
on. Calm down now.

- Here.
- I'm not doing another one

of these poxy films ever
again, I promise you.

- Let's just get
through it in one piece.

I'm a consummate professional.

- I'm not in there. I'm here.

- Not like that, darling.
Get over to wardrobe.

Chop, chop.

- Airing my dirty
laundry to the washer.

- Eric...
- The old piece of work, Sexton.

I've got a good mind to
knock your block off.

Problem, darling?

Anything the police
can help with?

Marvellous.

Everybody over to the
set. Places, please.

Now look here.

Robust Aubergine was
a guest of our parish,

a VIP of international renown.

It falls to the police
of Bishop's Rise

to solve his murder.

- He cracked it on our
turf, and you know it.

I've got Baggy Bottom's finest
working on it right now.

- How many officers?
- Plenty.

- Well, can't you give
me a rough figure?

- You've got one of
those already. Ha ha ha!

And cut.

- Here, can we go
on that one again?

I think I could lend that "rough
figure" gag a little bit better.

- Doubt it. Besides, no one's
watching it for your bon mot.

They'd rather look at hers.

- Oh, for heaven's
sake. Really?

- Well, they need something nice
to gawk at, don't you think?

If it's just you on the screen,

people are likely
to burn it down.

- Why am I dressed like this?
- You've gone undercover.

- She's not under much cover
from where I'm standing.

- Does this mean I'm...
I'm not doing the fall?

- Of course you're
still doing the fall.

That's all you're good for.

- But if she's dressed
like that, then...

- She'll end up undressed, yes?
- Beg your pardon.

- Oh, Sexton, don't be vulgar.
- Yeah. Come on, mate.

I like an eyeful as
much as the next bloke,

but this is a no.

- Can't we at least
talk about this

without the audience?

Oh, so you're all revolting.

You in both senses of the word.

Fine. Everybody
break for lunch.

Cast can stay and talk.

Rest of you, shoo.

I was just coming to find you.

Fancy a spot of lunch?

- I already ate, and
I'm about to head back.

- How is Sister Boniface?
- Resting up.

She was very excited about
your work here, though.

- Really?
- Oh, yes.

Looking forward to your
influence on the finished film.

Boys in blue at their best.

What's wrong?

- I think I should have
another word with the director.

- Okay.
- I'll see you later, yeah?

Mr. St. Juste?

Look, I think we should
have a proper talk

as to my responsibilities here

and just how you plan
to depict the police.

Sir, we are not fools.

We are officers of
keen intelligence,

diligent and smart
and observant.

- Murder?!
- It looks that way.

- Well, then there's
no time to waste.

- No, no, no, no. You
stay where you are.

You are interfering with
the recovery process.

Strictly no visitors.

- But... But it's
police business.

- Oh, well, then perhaps
the police would like

to handle it themselves
for a change.

- But we...

She...

Of course, Reverend Mother.

Apologies.

Er, wishing you a
speedy recovery, Sister.

- It's nettle soup.
Lukewarm nettle soup.

Sorry. The walk from the kitchen
took longer than expected.

Oh! Oh! Ooh!

- Oh, my goodness. Oh, dear.

- Oh, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no!

Please! Please! Sister,
stop touching it.

Oh! Erm... erm, maybe, erm...

Maybe you could do me
a small favour instead.

No luck with Sister Boniface.

She's under lock and
key, more or less.

- Here. Strangulation,
I would say.

But there's no sign of a weapon.

This was still running
when I found him.

- Okay, well, let's
get that developed

as quickly as possible.

Knock, knock.

Ah!

Sister Boniface's
idea, I take it.

- She's briefed us, told us
everything we need to know.

It'll be as though
she was here herself.

That the victim?

I can see we're in safe hands.

- Alright, better make a
start on our crime scene.

- Actually, there
are two crime scenes.

Two?

- Yeah, there's
been a development.

I can tell you something.

No professional
burglar did this.

You always start bottom
drawer up. Saves time.

- So I've heard.
- Right.

Reg, we need fingerprints,
fibres, forensics.

Divorce papers.

He had a wife?

But he was so obviously...

entitled to respect and dignity.

Hmm.

Look at who he's married to.

Interesting.

Dead?

Are you quite sure?

Yes.

And we suspect foul play.

Well, that would explain it.

We found a divorce petition
in his dressing room.

Forgive me for saying,

but you didn't seem
like a married couple.

- It was a marriage
of convenience.

Well, for him, at least.

He was keeping up appearances.

And what changed?

My appearances.

With the divorce not settled,

you'd enjoy a payout in
the event of his death.

- Oh! A benefit to
our marriage. Finally.

You don't seem very upset.

You saw what he was
like, didn't you?

- He could be a little
bit... abrasive at times.

- Let's not mince
words, Sergeant.

The man was a monster.

Heavens. Only this afternoon,
he had poor Sally in tears.

Miss Chagford?

- He took her aside
for a quiet word,

and given how unabashed he was
at insulting us all publicly,

one can only imagine the
things he would say in private.

And he was the same with you?

- He was the same
with all of us.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.
You have my sympathies.

Well, good luck
with finding someone

who didn't want him dead.

- Miss Loveday tells us you
had an emotional discussion

with Mr. St. Juste earlier.

Would you mind telling
us what he said?

- He rewrote the scene
so when Roy fell on me,

me dress was
supposed to fall off.

And when I said I
didn't want to do it,

and insulted my acting ability,

told me there's only two reasons
people cast me in anything.

And what are they?

- Told him I'm an
actor, not a doll.

I've had people take a
serious interest in my work.

- You don't honestly
think these playwrights

and theatrical agents
are meeting you

for any other reason?

Oh, darling.

Oh, bless.

Look, it's obvious
where your talents lie.

Be a good sport and do this,

and I won't have to cast
around for another pretty pair.

You are such a pig!

- So as far as
Sexton is concerned,

it's strip off or be replaced.

- I'd already run off before
he could get that far,

but probably.

- Who was left at
rehearsal after you'd gone?

Genevieve, Eric, and Roy.

We were the only
ones in the scene,

but what any of them
did after I'd gone,

I have no idea.

Well, thank you.

Right.

Reverend Mother has gone for
her pre-supper ablutions.

- We've got 30 minutes, tops.
- All right.

- Little early, Sister.
- It ain't for me.

It got delivered to the
dead bloke's trailer.

- Thought it might be a clue.
- Huh.

Sure.

- "Thanks for the
tip, William Asher."

Crime scene photos.

- Fresh from the darkroom.
- Yes, marvellous.

Leave them down here, please.

- I left the lens cap
on for the first few.

Sorry. Still learning.

- No, but, erm, look...
the, erm... the contrast

on this one of the
neck... Very good.

Excellent composition,
Sister Peter.

I only mean that the detail
might help give a better idea

of the murder weapon.

See, erm, the indentation

of a floral design
there in the centre?

A necklace?

- Well, at first glance, I'd
say the ligatures are too wide,

but...

- They look like straps,
but they curl up like so,

and it's the same on both sides.

- Oh, dear. Oh, I say.

Steady on.

Felix.

- Oh, no, I-I-I wasn't...
I didn't mean to... oh.

- Don't get your
knickers in a twist.

We've all seen them before.

No, no, no, no! Sister!

Well done, Sister.

Thank goodness

the Reverend Mother
didn't catch us.

- Right. But it's safe to say

we know what our missing
murder weapon was...

Death by brassiere.

- I always said those
things were murder.

Are we still doing this?

Well, in a manner of speaking.

I've got Eric's joke.

Well, it's your joke now.

It'll be funnier
coming from you.

- And you think having a
nicer person behind the camera

- is enough to save the show?
- Well, it's worth a shot.

I mean, what's the
worst that could happen?

- Another one of
us ends up dead?

- Just do as he asks, and
we're all out of contract.

None of us has to do another
one of these ever again.

- Right, well, let's get
on with it, shall we?

Er, places, please.

Ugh! Oh! Ah!

Ugh! Ugh!

Ah! Ugh!

- I have told you before about
teasing my Pterois radiata!

- Oh!
- Special Constable Feely!

Hello, hello, hello.

- What's all this?
- Another bust

for the Bishop's Rise
Police?

Inspector Jugs!

Er, not yet, I haven't.

Ha ha ha ha!

- And cut there!
That was great!

Sally, perfect.
Eric, you were gold.

Really? You think?

- Alright, let's take
a tight half an hour,

and then I want that same
energy when we come back.

I've looked all over for you.

Well, that was foolish.

I haven't been all over. I've
been here, waiting for me lunch.

- Lunch? We've barely started.

- We've done our bit...
Collected evidence,

worked out what the weapon was.

- They'll do the rest.
- We've still got to find the...

Two big baps.

- I asked for a sausage roll.
- Oh, are you sure?

Sorry.

Look here...

finding the murder weapon
is legwork for the coppers.

- Finding the murder weapon
is a moral obligation,

and it might be fun.

Hard work, more like.

I don't know how she does it,
rummaging around in drawers

and dustbins and all that
snooping and science.

I get tired just
thinking about it.

- If you ask me, Sister
Boniface is doing

what any good sister would
do with her talents...

Helping people.

- Good sister? What am I then?

Flaky tart?

- I beg your pardon?
- Your flaky tart.

I said sausage roll.

What did you even write down?

I wrote down "nun."

- Why didn't you
write down my order?

- Because then I wouldn't
know who to give it to.

Give me strength.

Right. Let's go and
look for these bras then

before I lose my marbles.

Come on.

Sausage roll!

- Oh, sorry. She's gone.

- She's gone? I thought
she said "sausage roll."

Peggy's gone to wardrobe.

She'll take what she
finds to the lab.

You and I should probably deal
with the suspects in person.

- Wait. To ask
them for their...

- It's police work,
Felix. Evidence.

Have they started filming again?

Okay, I'm gonna go and
find out what's happening.

You start with,
erm, Sally's bra.

Have you resumed filming?

No flies on you, chap.

But your director is dead.

Roy's taken over.

Didn't waste any time
getting it back, did he?

- Getting it back?
- Yeah.

It was him that wrote the
first one... the play.

Whole idea was his basically.

Ah, oh, well, it's, erm, not a
great time for this, Inspector.

I've... I've got
a lot of work on.

- Yeah. I was surprised to see
production back so quickly.

- Well, we're...
We're under contract,

and we've only got the
location for so long.

You know, there's a lot of
time-sensitive pressures,

- financial obligations.
- It is a crime scene.

- Yes, and we're
working around it.

Believe me. Erm, is that
all you wanted to ask me?

- We've been, er, on the
lookout for an item of clothing

that may be connected to
the death of Mr. St. Juste.

An undergarment, to be precise.

Oh.

That. Ah.

Er, well, yes.

Well, funny thing
is, erm, groupies.

Er, tenacious, they are.

It's mine, Inspector.

Miss Loveday.

- Groupies, darling? Really?

Well, I tried my best.

Did Sexton know about this?

Nobody does.

- We were hoping to
keep it that way.

- But with your
husband out of the way,

that's a lot less
to worry about.

That's the last of them.

There's dozens with that
rose design on the front.

Nothing.

I'm not sure any
of this is working.

What's supposed to happen?

- The evidence sits under
a sheet of blotting paper,

which has been sprayed with
starch attached to a blue dye.

It will then react with
any amylase on the fabric.

We put the glass plate on top.

Press it down with our rear.

- Oh! Oh, it's
changing colour.

Is it?

It must be covered in it,

Covered in what?

Saliva.

Eric Cockburn?

How does a bloke's bra
get covered in spit?

Ooh.

My underwear?

- Yes, please.
- Right, of course.

Cos that's what I'm
here for, isn't it?

- Sally Strip-off.
- No, no, this...

This is important police work.

- An abuse of power.
That's what it is.

You know, I thought you
were one of the nice ones.

C... erm, erm, er...

Can I j... Can I just have
the t... the top part, please?

The... The
brassiere? Not the...

Not... Not the bottom part.

Everything all right?

Fine, yeah.

Pig!

- Perhaps you could just
gather them all together

and bring them out
when you're decent.

- I'm not sure you
need to do that now.

Hello.

We think we found it.

Do we know who it belongs to?

Yeah, it's...

Here.

Round the back.

Hey!

Get out of here.

Stop that van!

- Oh, blimey. What's going on?

I was only trying
to get to the pub,

and these two penguins
come out of nowhere.

- See you got your hands
full again, Sergeant.

I ain't done nothing wrong.

- You tried to escape.
- Yeah.

- You knew we were
looking for brassieres

because you'd overheard
me say as much.

But you knew why we
were looking for them.

I didn't kill nobody.

I leave that stuff
lying about anywhere.

The crew pick it up. Anyone
could have borrowed it.

You auditioned for
the Maigret film.

Am I right?

My colleague overheard
you complaining

about Sexton spilling your
dirty laundry to the washer.

Now, my guess is that the washer
is a nickname for William Asher,

the Maigret film producer.

What did he tip
him off to? Hmm?

I noticed your
hip flask earlier.

I drink, yes.

But I don't flub my lines,

I don't miss my marks,
and I don't cock up.

But Sexton... He
spreads it about

that I'm hard to work with.

He tells the Maigret lot
that I'm a liability.

So they withdrew their offer.

That's made you angry.

Bloody furious!

- A forensics
examination of this bra

showed it was covered in saliva.

Must have taken a
fair bit of anger

to shove that whole
thing in his mouth.

- Not when your
mouth's as big as his.

- You're a heel.
You know that?

A big bucket of manure.

- Oh, darling, I've spared
you the embarrassment.

It was a favour.

- Anything to keep me
here, your pet buffoon.

- It is the part you
were born to play.

- He weren't dead
when I left him.

If he suffocated, I'd...

it was an accident.

I weren't trying
to do him no harm.

You believe me, don't you?

- You let him go?
- I didn't charge him.

There's a difference.

We know that our
victim was strangled.

This whole
suffocating with a bra

and leaving it behind...
It doesn't add up.

- That's if he's
telling the truth.

- He's an actor, after all.
- Look, I want to see

what's on this film before we
go barking up the wrong tree.

- Can we stop gabbing
and get on with it?

The Rev's with the plumber,
but there's only so many rocks

I can stuff down the sink.

That was you?

- We need her distracted.
- Well, the next time

you distract her, try to
do it on the other side

of the building
from the infirmary.

No gratitude.

- S-S-Sister?

Okay. Here we go.

What's happened there?

Ah! You have to be joking.

We have a camera running
at a murder scene,

and it has captured
absolutely nothing.

It might still be worth

letting Sister Boniface
have a butcher's.

Perhaps we've missed something.

It's a wall.

Fine. It can't hurt.

Sister...

why are these reels so large?

It's the format.

35 mil.

- And are there smaller
formats in film?

There's 16 millimetre,
8 millimetre.

That's more for cameras
people have at home, though.

He was asking me.

- And one of those films...
How big would a canister be?

Say about this size?

Yes, almost exactly.

Felix?

- Before he went into
Genevieve's trailer,

Sexton took a delivery
of a small canister.

I thought it was part
of the film production.

But it could be personal.

- The sort of thing you
might search his trailer for.

It's mainly just the wall.

There's a shadow at the start,
but it's not much to go on.

- Hmm. Well, I'm sure
fresh eyes can't hurt.

And it makes a change
from nettle soup.

- As long as you don't find
out that I made a mistake

letting Eric Cockburn go.

- I trust your instincts
on that one, Sam.

If he really thought he killed
Mr. St. Juste by suffocating him,

- then he's not our strangler.
- Hmm.

Well, hopefully, Felix's hunch
on the home video pays off.

We need something
to go on, so...

- I thought I
heard voices. Hmm?

Oh, erm...

Well, that must have
been a-a workman.

Been a few about, so...

- Roofers, yes.
- Hmm.

- I'll be overseeing their
work on the East Wing.

It would seem that
some of the tiles

have magically gone missing.

Oh, how... peculiar.

Yes, very.

Oh. Erm...

I'm sorry, er...

- Yes. Thank you.
- Thank you.

Perhaps if you told me what you
were looking for, I could help.

- Perhaps if you waited outside,
I could work a little faster.

"Wedding?"

Well, he was never
that sentimental.

Said my dress looked like
a tart's handkerchief.

Well, you can't need it, surely.

- I'm afraid that
this is evidence,

so, yes, I will have to take it.

- Mm, you're looking
none too healthy.

- This one's awake,
Dr. Thrustgood.

Thank you, Nurse Blush.

Dr. Wedbetter, with me!

- Excuse me, doctors.
- Ooh! Ooh!

Found a cure yet?

- Sorry, I'm a
little out of habit.

So is she.

But just her leg.

- Excuse me, but what does that
thing on your head actually do?

This?

This lets me know where I am.

Where's that been?

In the spotlight.

Mm!

Of course!

Bingo!

- Just hope this one's a bit
more revealing than the last.

- No turning back. Move it.

Sister Reginald!

You'll put your back out
stacking them that high.

- Ah, I could do twice
this at Billingsgate.

- And how many
years ago was that?

- Still in my prime.
Never you worry.

- Who needs all
that wine anyways?

- The film people.
- Yeah.

You know what they
showbiz types are like.

- Not to be a nuisance, but
you're hurting my bad leg.

Oh! Ah!

Ooh.

Well...

you did say you
wanted revealing.

Hmm.

- I think you'll need to
explain this one to, er...

Sister Boniface.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Mm. Hmm.

Yes.

Yes, I think that light
was a bit more to the left.

- Maybe two-thirds of an inch.
- Mm-hmm.

And, erm...

yes, the director's
chair needs tilting

about seven degrees
south-southwest.

- How about I just turn
it and you say when?

When, when, when.

Ah, back on your feet.

- More or less, yes. I've
had a flash of inspiration.

- Right. Well, erm,
speaking of flashes,

Felix found the
missing home movie.

- Oh, good. Yes.
Does it show us much?

Erm...

You could say that.

When I say "home movie,"
I mean more bedroom movie.

Oh.

- Oh.
- Hmm.

- Apologies, but we would like
you all to join us on set.

- Well, whatever for? We
were about to rehearse.

- I imagine some of you would
like to be cleared of murder.

- Thanks to the camera
that was left running

and witness
testimonies, we're able

to reenact the last moments
of Sexton St. Juste,

which we'll perform for you now.

Er, lights, camera, action.

Erm, anyway, erm,
as per the footage,

a figure comes from
behind the camera

and casts a shadow over Sexton,

here, played by
Sergeant Livingston.

Is this entirely necessary?

- Well, a killer could
just step forward

and admit what they've done.

- You don't honestly
think it was one of us?

- Keep watching.
You'll find out.

- Erm, this person then
takes their bra off like so

and accidentally
knocks the camera.

Obviously, Sally
and Genevieve here

couldn't pull off a
brassiere like that

without
exposing themselves.

Now, hold on.

I already explained what
happened here to the copper.

- It was an accident.
- No, it was murder.

Sexton was strangled, and
there's no mistaking that.

Hang about. Strangled?

But I stuffed it in his gob.

Sally, you may go.

Now, hold your horses.

I did not do no
strangling of no one.

- You're right. You didn't.

- Sally did.
- What?

- I had to put you in front
of the spotlight to be sure.

Your dress gave it away.

You weren't caught on camera,
but the reflections were.

- Moments after Eric left
the still-breathing Sexton,

you came in and killed him.

- What?
- That's a stretch.

Why would I? What for?

For this.

- You haven't
watched it, have you?

He told me he'd show
it to the papers.

I was going to the
West End after this

to do some proper acting.

I'd be a joke,

a tart the rest of my
life if that came out.

You are such a pig!

- Listen, love, if
you won't do this,

I'll have to drum up
publicity some other way.

Perhaps the press might like to
see one of your earlier films.

It's a bit blue, mind
you, and shows a lot more

than I'm asking for.

Took some work tracking it down.

Not my cup of tea, of course,
but I'm still very glad

to have it.

I hate you!

- I thought if I got
the film, I'd be okay.

Turned his trailer over,
but it weren't there.

- I was in a panic when
I couldn't find it.

I have to make him tell me.

Where is it?!

- The swine wouldn't
say, just kept grinning.

He was enjoying how upset I was.

It was a stupid blue film I made
years ago when I was a dancer.

I didn't want people
thinking I was a tart

and not a serious actress.

He was gonna ruin my chances.

But I've done that
myself, haven't I?

Sally Chagford...

I'm arresting you for the
murder of Sexton St. Juste.

You are not obliged

to say anything unless
you wish to do so,

but anything you do say
may be put into writing

and given in
evidence. I am sorry.

- Their first tip-off
was the snuff box.

Why would celebrated
anthrophile Robust Aubergine

reach for his tobacco

when admiring the
fragrance of pink bloomers?

- Perhaps it was the stench
of your pathetic village.

- Later, when I examined
the fingerprint powder,

I discovered that it was
laced with fine black pepper,

which triggered a sneezing fit.

- Yeah, that's had
me sneezing and all.

Oh, you buffoon.

- Aubergine reaches for
his medicinal snuff,

only to inhale a fatal
dose of lionfish venom...

Venom from someone's
pet Pterois radiata.

- You've got one of those, too.
- Oh, shut up!

- Robust Aubergine was
not in Bishop's Rise

for the fattest
plums competition.

He was on the trail
of Fanny DuBonc,

the poisoner of Provence.

- That looks just
like you, ma'am.

Oh, mon dieu!

I should have killed
you, too, you...

Whoa!

And cut! That's a wrap.

I have to say,

despite everything, that
was the best one yet.

- "Yet"? I thought
you weren't doing

another one of these
poxy films ever again.

- Well, with him,
they're not poxy.

They're fun. All of the
sauce and none of the sleaze.

- Well, it won't be
the same without Sally.

- Well, if we make any
money on the next one,

we could all chip in...

You know, for legal
expenses and things.

Well, I'm game if you are.

- Well, I did have an idea
for one set in a convent.

- I've always wanted
to wear a wimple.

Well you
do have some bad habits.

Oh, do behave.

It's like you were never gone.

Thank you.

Now, you must hurry along or
you'll miss your wrap party.

- And the extra he's
been talking to.

- She prefers the term
"background artiste."

Yeah.

- Oh!
- Ooh!

No!

Ah! You're awake.

Perfect. Hmm.

You know, I thought I was
going to have to spend

another afternoon overseeing
repairs on the outer wall.

But then I happened to come
across a huge pile of masonry

just outside Sister
Reginald's cell.

- How strange.
- Strange, yes,

I thought so myself.

And she kindly volunteered
to do the work herself,

which left me free to
plan my evening properly.

You know,
the funny thing is...

the funny...
I half expected you

to do something childish, like
stuff your bed with pillows

and... and... And
climb out the window.

- Oh! Well, that would
have been mischievous.

- Yes, it would, especially
for the policemen.

Because if I thought
that they were

sneaking into private
quarters again,

I would have to report
their perversions

to the chief constable.

Anyways, what with your leg

preventing you from
attending vespers,

I thought we should do
something to accommodate you

and bring it here
to you instead.

- Oh, no! You don't have
to do that on my account.

Ah!

♪ Come to our aid ♪

- ♪ Oh, Lord ♪
- Right then.

- ♪ Make haste ♪
[ Both arguing indistinctly ]

♪ To help us ♪

♪ Oh, God ♪

♪ Come to our aid ♪

Glory be to the
Father and the Son,

and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Amen.