Rosemary & Thyme (2003–2006): Season 3, Episode 2 - In a Monastery Garden - full transcript

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.