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That's your walk in the garden.

I thought you'd never ask.

You've got this.

This one's a prince or something.

You make all me master, Ash.

My good.

The calendar's a back.

Well, Mr. calendar in Miss Emily of Stim and Europe got the rest.

I am a member of a great royal dentist!

How dare you!

Stop that!

Is there something I should know about?

What you did warrants instant dismissal.

No.

I resign.

We'll be husband and wife by the end of the week.

She does know what she's doing, doesn't she?

She might look easy.

My release must be carried on the soul.

And do you know how to open it under any circumstances?

Do you understand?

I always used to dream that one day I'd have a great adventure in some exciting place.

What are you doing under there?

In a jungle, maybe.

Crocodiles?

Sakes?

Grizzly bears?

Or some exotic city?

But everything seems to be a drudge.

A troll.

Cleaning up and collecting the groceries.

There were no flowers.

I'm sorry, Master Ash.

I asked for flowers.

Where are they?

Being snapped at for nothing.

Is that all it is then?

A dream.

A dream.

While life goes on and on in the same old way, doing the same old things.

If only there was a moment of mystery.

Excitement.

Even danger.

Something marvelous.

Something completely unexpected.

A new adventure.

A story.

And what darling daughter.

Does your nose detect?

Apart from the distant waft of a cow shed.

New money.

Absent master.

Easy pickings.

Yeah.

This flower is my sister.

What's that doing here?

She's gone to Mrs. Kalinter.

She sent it back.

Said the tea was cold, the toast was burnt,

and the pastry tasted like they were made last year.

And why are at it,

most actual cause of the Henry breakfast at all?

I'm taking that.

Tell him that's how we eat toast, and these are a delicacy.

In the north.

This isn't even my job, I was supposed to go.

What are you crying in there?

Mistress once I post?

Where isn't that your job?

Honestly, Hettie, the fire should be lit.

It hasn't even been cleaned.

I'm sorry Mrs. Kalinter. We were a bit rushed this morning.

I'm sorry Mrs. Kalinter.

I'm sorry Mrs. Kalinter.

You've got to be right.

I've got to be right.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'm sorry Mrs. Kalinter. We were a bit rushed this morning.

I think this one's for you.

I didn't know you had friends in New York.

It's from Harriet.

You don't look terribly rushed to me, if I may say so.

I'm sorry Mrs. Kalinter.

Your interest is greatly appreciated, but a regret to inform you the position of House

Butler has now been found.

Thank you.

And good luck.

Now, have we come about the appointment, sir?

Yes, sir.

I'm terribly sorry.

I want to give this, and then there's Sarah in the candles.

I want to give the dollars, yeah.

I was rather be out of freezing than getting yelled at.

I'll give my sir.

I knew.

Any day.

Get out of my side too.

But all he does is shout at everybody.

I am off to see.

I expect it to be false.

He doesn't shout at us.

Edwin, it would be helpful if you made an effort to get to know him.

What is that?

A fly floating in my cup.

Helpful?

To who?

To your father.

And to me.

I've enough to think about with William.

Just try to make friends with him.

I don't want to hear anything more about it.

What is the matter with everyone?

Can it be so difficult to keep this place in one piece?

Good morning.

Forgive me.

I would have not, but the door was open.

An oversight, perhaps.

To whom might I be directing pertaining to the vacancy for a butler,

as advertised in that most esteemed publication, the Daily Herald?

I guess he didn't like his breakfast.

Or anything.

You know his room was at perfume this morning.

Neither was mine is shocking.

You're on my list, Jack. I just haven't got around to it.

Good, I got an letter from Harriet.

She was her best friend.

In the family hospital.

You'll never guess what she sent me.

What happened here?

Oh, see that boy?

Also, come on. Get it cleared up.

When that's done, the fire's been cleaning and blacking.

Is your job heady as opposed to keeping eye on them?

So what did Harriet send you?

I said, get it cleared.

Haven't you got any work to do?

Disgust!

Lord Castle near?

Eight years in his service, ma'am.

He went to school with my husband.

Indeed. And he spoke most warmly, most warmly of Mr. Callender on many occasions.

I rather thought they know of each other.

In my experience, uh, age mellows the hard.

Why did you leave his household?

It was my mother, ma'am.

She became grievous sick and wished to pass away where she was a child herself.

Scotland.

Me Lady.

The Highlands.

Where she took her rest.

William's crying.

Where's the nurse made?

With him?

It is getting on my nose.

So?

Go outside.

Find something to do.

I'm busy.

Eridus.

The heroic quest.

Yes.

Take it.

Go on.

Off you go.

I don't know if you'd noticed, but this house could do with a little...

Adjustment.

Among the staff.

I was a navy man.

Once upon a time.

And we had ways of maintaining them.

How shall I phrase this?

Decorum.

Standards.

Firm but fair.

Gets the job done.

Hmm.

Ah.

I think we're going to need more potting compost, but am I getting it?

Jack, where did you leave the wool bar?

Jack.

Where did you?

Are you alright?

Yes, of course.

What did Lam and your head did it?

Don't be daft.

Get in.

You won't laugh at me or anything.

Just say you won't laugh at me.

Of course I won't.

And this is funny.

Sorry.

What is it?

It's just...

Ever since Sheila went off to get married, I was just like...

It's just...

Ever since Sheila went off to get married,

it's kind of got me thinking about, you know, that sort of thing.

Marriage and...

You married too.

But...

Oh, not heady.

Said you wouldn't laugh.

Oh, not laughing, Jack. I'm worried.

Are you sure we didn't land near your head?

You know what, Gideon?

If you've got nothing useful to say, then just don't say anything.

What's the matter with him?

He's in love.

How are you?

Is his help?

I was upstairs doing upstairs chores.

Oh, and where's the meat for supper?

You didn't ask me to do the orders.

Normally, I'd say that's the outskirts job.

And who would that be?

I think perhaps it's you.

Isn't it Agnes?

Where are you going?

In to town to post a letter for Mrs. Callender.

Let me see.

I don't think so.

You have far too much to do here.

I currently know it's the state of the floor.

I'm Flo, the new Butler's daughter.

You call him Mr. Ambrose, and you can call me Flo.

My father will be making himself known to you in good time, so...

Look sharp.

We're firm, but fair, as I trust you'll find.

The floor?

Where have we forgotten how to use a mop?

And frankly, I wouldn't be surprised to hear that you had.

Lovely days, isn't it?

I'd say cold, Miss Constance, but lovely if you like.

I understand what you're in love with Hetty Feather.

Don't be embarrassed.

It's perfectly all right to fall in love.

I'm not, you know, I haven't...

This is ridiculous.

But it's not all right to do nothing about it.

If you want to marry her, you'll have to win her.

Like a hero.

How might I do that, Miss Constance?

Because, you know, I'm not a hero.

Just a garland boy.

In the olden days, you'd have to slay a dragon.

But we're not allowed to hurt dragons anymore.

So we'll have to be...

Flowers.

Sonna, son of a room.

Come on.

That was a perfect time.

Come on.

I'm not sure, Miss Constance.

I'm not really gonna be up here.

I command it.

Which means you have to.

All right, what do I say?

You could say, but when you saw how beautiful these were,

they reminded you of her.

I should think I've gone all soppy.

That whole point.

Go on.

Ah, it's about time.

I've been waiting for these all morning.

Did you knock?

No.

Yeah, and...

Are you supposed to be up here?

I'm not sure.

Don't let Agnes catch you.

All Mrs. Candor.

Headsy.

I'll see you later.

Well, only if you climb down Jim Naze.

See you later.

Well, that could have gone better.

Don't worry.

I've got an idea.

I'm looking for the library.

This is the library.

In my house, the library is three floors high.

And we have a courtyard.

With peacocks and fountains.

We've got pigeons.

They're not really ours.

They're just pigeons.

I was just looking at some wings.

From a muffler found by the window.

It's the elephant hawk moth.

D'Felia alpinal.

In our gardens, we have real elephants.

I have three personally, which are said to their names.

I bet you don't have secrets.

Like we have.

What secrets?

Secret passageways, for instance.

Where?

Help me over there.

You'll see.

Stop.

There.

Now, pull.

This was on its way to Lord Castle, may I?

From Mrs. Callender.

Wasn't it now?

Give it here.

Ah, a reference.

Sort for one Mr. Ambrose.

Highly presentable.

And his daughter.

You'll be scruffy, truth be told.

Yeah.

I'm just teasing you, my dear.

What's that?

Yeah, nothing.

It's the fairground trinket.

You deal with this, will you?

It's the fair.

Good girl.

How far did you get?

Not that far.

I need someone to carry a lamp for me.

But it's a truly wondrous tunnel.

I've been all the way in.

Add out the other side.

What were the other secrets in this house?

Um, we've got a ghost.

A great, great arm.

Who is a highway woman.

And we have a goblin.

These are fairy stories.

They're not real secrets.

I suppose I've always wished for something a little more exciting around here.

Perhaps there is.

What?

If I tell you, would you help me?

Of course.

I'd put a note in her room.

Say, if she's feeling peckish, come to the greenhouse for a delicious repast.

What's this?

You said you didn't know what to say.

This is what to say.

I can't.

You can.

Courage, my brave heart.

Hetty.

We have been friends for a long time.

But I'm thinking that maybe we can be more than that.

Please sit and enjoy some lovely cake.

As perhaps we shall do for many years.

Before you see, although I'm just a gardener by trade, I am a prince by nature.

And we'll do everything I can to make you happy.

Please, would you accept my hand in marriage?

Wait for an answer.

Open it.

The box.

Should I open this?

Yes.

There's nothing there.

Exactly.

It is the absence of what should not be absent that is in that box.

It once held the dawn star.

A sacred jewel passed on through my family for generations.

It was stolen.

Let's capture the rota.

He's long dead.

His name was Montague Calender.

A calendar?

No.

Unless.

Montague.

My mother called Monty.

My father spoke for months when I asked him about our family tree.

What did he say?

He said he was a, I don't know, a bit of a rogue.

Do you know where his belongings might be kept?

In the cellar, if anywhere.

According to legend, he hid the jewel in his house.

Well, that would be here.

It must be in the cellar.

We had to look.

But I might need some help getting down there.

But who can we trust?

There's only the staff and that nasty little girl.

Well, that's a start.

Hetty.

My friends for a long time.

But I'm thinking that maybe we can be more...

You smell delicious from...

The note on my bed?

Oh, I did I.

Didn't I pick these off for long?

And who might you be?

Jack, sir. I'm a gardener.

Hetty for the, sir.

One of the maids.

Oh, Mr. Ambrose, the new butler.

Just making sure we're all keeping busy.

A gardener.

In his greenhouse, yes.

That seems correct.

She just came for some harps, sir, for the kitchen.

If you go then.

Yes, sir.

What is that you're holding?

Oh, just a list, sir.

Just cutting some bulbs and...

May I?

Hetty, we have been friends for a long time.

But I'm thinking that maybe we can be more than that.

Cuttings and bulbs, indeed.

Now, tell me, why would a maid marry a garden boy dismissed for lions?

Sir, I'm really sorry.

Who has the gall to propose with a plate of stale pastries?

I'm really sorry.

Who has the gall to propose with a plate of stale pastries?

You should be giving her a ring.

A ring, my boy.

Jewelry.

This belonged to my late wife.

She has no use for it now.

God rest her soul.

I could never pay you back, sir.

There are many ways to pay, my lad.

Loyalty.

Loyalty. That's all they ask.

Costumes.

We need to find Jack and Gideon.

To help us to the cellar.

Why are you going to a cellar?

To find a lost jewel from India.

A precious gem.

It's incredibly rare.

Why would somebody stick a precious gem of cellar?

Are you going to help me or not?

Gideon's busy.

But I can get Jack and Hetty.

Anybody.

As long as they can help.

But not hesitate to commend them to you.

Your fond friend or devoted friend.

What do you think?

Devoted.

Fond.

Fond.

Fond is good.

It's not a bit flowery.

Nah.

Nah.

They love it.

These people.

Flowers and pump.

Puffed up self-importance.

So have you spoiled anything?

Oh yeah.

It's definitely a few bits and pieces knocking about with a sniff round.

Let's give it a few days.

Easy pickings.

Mm.

Be not young damsel.

Your knight in armour is here to render a system.

Shining, Adam.

You can opt up if you like.

Help?

Never mind.

Come on.

No.

It's about that place.

It's a seven.

It's so romantic.

It's got spiders and dust.

Can you help me over there?

No Jack.

I'll do it.

Hetty.

Can we speak?

Do you really think there's a jewel?

I don't know.

Maybe it's just a silly game.

It's better than cooning the fire paces and doing the laundry.

You know, you don't always have to be doing that.

You know, you could be a housekeeper.

Maybe married to a groundsman.

Living in a groundskeeper's cottage.

Jack, I'm not going to be in service my whole life.

These are from Harriet.

She's a school teacher in America.

And she wants me to join her.

But you can't.

Why not?

What about here?

You know, your friends and...

What about, you know, outside?

You're always going to be my friend, Jack.

You know that.

I just want to have adventures.

I want to live.

There's nothing here for me.

We should be like a little bit more.

There's nothing here for me.

We should be like...

What have you found?

Nothing.

Just a... what will on the ground?

Jack, Eddie, come on.

Like one of the dive wondering what happened to these,

they were here all along, and they'll show another now.

Careful.

That's him.

It must be.

Mado Clemente.

The thief.

The man who stole the door and stole.

Whoever is not of the place.

He's not of the place.

He's not of the place.

He's not of the place.

The thief.

The man who stole the door and stole.

Whoever is not of the blood shall be cursed for twelve generations.

What?

It is the curse that says, this man, this thief shall suffer

in harmony and misfortune, along with his whole family for generations.

That's just a legend, though, isn't it?

This is no legend.

The calendars.

You come as friends.

You leave us thieves.

You all are.

All of you.

What's that, Aachen?

I didn't ask for you.

Go away.

Edwin isn't a thief.

He can be your friend.

We all can.

My father was my friend.

Now he's gone.

My family is nothing.

How can you have nothing?

I'm not a thief.

I'm not a thief.

I'm not a thief.

I'm not a thief.

I'm not a thief.

My family is nothing.

How can you have nothing?

You're a prince.

I was.

Now it's all gone.

The palace, the land, everything.

Traveling like a worthless beggar.

Living on pity.

Sometimes it seems nothing has changed.

The same four walls.

The same chores.

Another day.

But just when you least expect it.

There it is.

A glimmer.

A glimpse.

Something's different.

You don't know what.

Something's happening.

You don't know how.

But you can feel it.

A story has begun.

Of mystery.

Excitement.

Even danger.

And it wants to be told.

They came as friends.

And left us thieves.

The curse of the dawn star.

You just come out the tunnel.

What's he up to?

He's probably looking for the dawn star.

So we must too.

Look.

It could tell us where the jewel is.

Who's there?

A sacred passage.

A false panel.

It had a minopen in years.

If we find this, this jewel set us up for life.

What's she doing here?

You