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We simply must be brave, mustn't we?

Heaven knows it'll be hard.

It'll be beastly.

But we're strong people, Tony, you and I.

And what we feel for each other, it'll endure.

It will endure.

So... I shall stay in my shop.

And you in yours.

And all I ask is that you don't grow to hate me.

How could I hate you, Madeline?

You mean everything to me.

What the hell was that?

Cut!

Billy, what was that?

Just a car backfire, I think, mister.

That sounded like a pistol.

It didn't sound like a ruddy pistol, Stu.

You all right, my pet?

I'm fine. I think I'm just a bit tired.

Of course, darling, you must be. Tell you what, how about a proper dinner

this, like we used to before the war?

Oh, yeah, that would be wonderful.

None of this canteen muck. No offence.

Sandra, are you OK?

Yes, yes, Jackie, I'm fine. Don't cough.

How was my pout at the end? It could do with a dab, actually.

Miss Dare, only wears Victory Red.

Bethlehem, eh?

Please, can we just stop faffing and get on with it? Mary, thank you. Yes, OK.

All right? All right!

Ad astra per aspera, we must have body.

Abracadabra. I thought to concentrate.

Have. Quiet!

Love lawn in London, scene 28, take 3.

Action!

We simply must be brave, mustn't we?

Heaven knows it'll be hard.

It'll be difficult.

I'm strong.

And this is on his bedroom wall.

Rose red and rolled gold.

I said to him, Stuart, Stuart, I said, you are just like this paper. You're so

strong and modern. He handled this very roll.

Can I touch it?

I shouldn't really, but what's into your extras in my cake shop?

This is the last thing he sees when he gets into bed. Yes.

And the first thing he sees when he gets up in the morning and his hair's all

disarranged. 14 shillings.

Tell you what, it's a bit irregular, but, um... I could let you have a sample

for, well, sixpence, say.

And then you could keep a little reminder of him wherever you go.

Oh, yes.

Are

you

okay? Thank you.

What's the book?

I didn't expect a welcoming committee.

I thought I'd better prepare you.

For what?

There have been some changes since you went away on your long errand, Jack. Oh,

by the way, Lord Belbrus' first folio. What did they say?

Is it genuine?

As is taste.

Oh, dear.

What the hell?

Close.

Hollywood. Or rather, the nearest England can get to it.

Yes, Jack.

We're going to be in pictures.

All right, then. Let's hear it. Are we all ready?

Life and death.

The whole world is here in this little patch of London town.

You're going to do it like that?

Life and death.

The whole world here in this little... No, I think we'll just lose the line.

I'm already worried about the moustache.

You'll be smashing in the background now.

Let's take turns.

Ten minutes, all.

Billy.

Noreena. Rather jumpy this morning, isn't she, our dear Sandra?

We work long hours in picture business, Noreena. Oh, don't I know it. And it

must be so hard to keep that from telling on the faces of your stars.

If you'll excuse me.

Just the exterior to being done here, you understand.

The rest is at Ladyhurst. That's the studios.

See, I know all the jargon. Who's in it?

Morning, Mr. B. Good morning.

Stuart Howard?

Yes, sir. I like him. He's passed me by entirely, I'm afraid. He plays the hero,

the idealistic young bookshop owner in love with the girl next door.

Did you never see him in that submarine picture? He went mad and tried to

throttle everyone. I mean, he was proper sweaty.

Alas.

Well, who else?

Patience. You've literally arrived halfway through this picture, and you've

to set eyes on our leading lady, who's also Stuart's fiancée. His real -life

fiancée.

Sandra Day.

She's using my room. Decanted my thing so she can do her mascara, sip her Vichy

water, whatever it is these people do.

I had a cigarette card of her.

Before the war, of course.

Ah.

Mr. Book. Ah.

Not getting too much in your way, I trust? Not at all.

Certainly in education.

Larry Olivier calls film an anemic little medium.

He's such a crashing snob.

For he today would shed his blood with me, shall be my brother, be he there so

vile. Churlish when they gave him the Oscar. Jack, this is Mr McKendrick.

Delighted. Oh, but here's Nora.

The gang's all here.

So, you're the director?

I'm the writer.

I thought you'd be older.

With a monocle and a riding coat. I mustn't believe everything you read in

film magazines, young lady.

I've seen you before.

Mr. McKendrick had a lot of green penguins from us last summer.

Oh, yeah.

You look different.

It's the shorts.

I'm not wearing shorts. That's why you look different.

Yes, you are very busy, as I recall. You're always running about the place.

Where do you, Mr. McKendrick? Jessie.

Jessie.

Ah, hello, Noreena. In search of material for your next article.

Always. Well, it bends around the back.

Aren't you going to introduce me?

This is Mr. Book.

Oh, the apostrophe man.

They subbed your sign.

I'm trying not to look.

Would you by any chance be a member of His Majesty's press?

Noreena Bean, picture -goer.

If you have juicy titbits, my door is open.

I'll bear that in mind.

Nice fingers.

But they're not real. Don't break a tooth.

It's lovely.

And he has this from his ceiling all the way down to his skirting

boards.

Does he talk about her?

Fiancé, does he say, I don't like her anymore, she's too old for me?

No. Does he say, she's so old it's like kissing a leg of mutton?

No. She's only 45, thank you very much.

He says he was very excited about Lovelorn in London from the moment he

script. And he's very excited about married life.

So, he also adds, one must keep an open mind, because who knows?

What fate may throw your way. See that, Barbara?

Don't let it pass.

Barbara?

Home is the hunter.

Oh, my God.

Inspector! Isn't this a sad one, Morris?

Well, because I've been up all night with the razor blade case.

All right, let's have it.

Filmstruck girl.

Extra. Dead. On the counter.

Suspicious? I've shut down filming for the time being. Have the parents been

informed? Yes, sir.

She and her family didn't get on.

Her friend said that's why she spends so much time at the...

Inspector. Look.

We are at home to death, it seems.

Oh, they're upstairs.

Royal appointment.

What are they keeping from us, Stuart? All this waiting is making me tired.

Perhaps one should have a mask made.

A mask?

For the permanent Richter smile.

They can do wonders with make -up now.

I'll have Boris Karloff's number, if you'd like.

Dearest Miss Dare, you don't know me.

But I'm your most devoted admirer.

I wonder what they'll think of Love Alorn in London.

Who? Them.

They'll buy it.

They love us, don't they? Both of us.

They'll throw bottles at the screen.

Do you know what? They shouted at the test of brief encounter.

Why doesn't she just kiss him? Only they didn't say kiss.

Relax, darling.

There'll be another smash.

We're the nation's most blissfully engaged couple, remember?

And what a long engagement it's been.

Oh, God, I can't wait to be back at the studio.

Haven't you enjoyed a little field trip?

If we're back at Ladyhouse, we'll get that dreadful Noreen Bean out of my

The studio has gates.

Fire -breather of picture -goer.

You know when you lift a stone or a branch and suddenly all these ghastly,

filthy, damp little monstrosities are exposed to the daylight, scrabbling back

into the shadows?

Well, beneath them are even worse filthy, damp little monstrosities. And

them is Marina Bean.

She must have been rather sweet to me.

Mm -hmm.

We've got good news for her, don't we?

Do we?

Delivery. Our new three -picture deal.

Picture go exclusive.

Well... What do you want?

Barley, sugar boy?

I'm afraid there's been an accident.

The contents of a handbag.

Melancholy, isn't it?

Evidence of a little life spilled on the floor.

Oh, what's this?

You kiss your excess lipstick onto your favourite star.

Yeah, well, take those thoughts.

This interests me. May I? Mm -hm.

Very carefully wrapped.

Tenderly, I'd say.

Ah. Well, they are still on the ration.

They look expensive.

There are only coppers in this purse. Trotty? Yes?

Did they have money, these girls?

Very little.

So they didn't buy them.

I didn't notice the production providing fancy confectionery.

No, the ferns bring them.

Letters and presents.

Sad little things they've knitted.

They're left through there.

Billy brings them up to them.

Actually, he had a box of chocolates with him just now.

Puncture mug.

Barbara was breathless, Trotty, yes?

Yes, and twitchy.

Strictly. Oh, hell bells.

Poor girl.

Someone's been at these.

Oh, darling, you don't know where they've been.

Look, it's poison.

Have you heard?

They're by royal appointment.

I'm afraid it's true, sir.

You didn't have any, did you, Miss Dare? Oh, no, no.

What about you, Mr Howard? No. Oh, good.

Have you ever received chocolates like this before, Miss Dare?

Yes, all the time. My fans know they're my favourite, but I never eat them.

It seems reasonable to assume, then, that you were the intended victim.

Intended victim?

What does he mean, intended victim?

We're investigating the death of Barbara Markham.

Oh, yes, that unfortunate young woman.

Yes.

Oh, my God, I have been sent some strange things in my time, but why would

anyone want to kill me?

Really, who gave you these chocolates?

Nobody. They were just with the usual mail. I always have to deal with it.

anyone could have got to them.

And Barbara and her friend presumably did.

Jesus Christ, we could have both died.

What were you thinking about bringing that muck up here? Sorry, Mr. Howard,

you told me to bring everything. Now, don't answer me back.

I'm going to need to find myself a new assistant.

Are you all right, my love?

A brutal question, Mr.

Abbott. I'm afraid it must be asked.

Do you have any idea who might want to kill you?

Can't this wait?

Yes, of course. He'd excuse us.

Sir. Out.

I need to remind you that this is an official murder investigation.

Don't talk to the press.

There once was an actress called Dare, whose allure was exceedingly rare.

Her chocolates were spiked with strychnine, not nice.

But to a barber that ate them, not fair.

I hope we did the right thing, letting those people into the lane.

Why did you?

I'm afraid it was money.

Yes, my love.

Those little pieces of paper that keep us out of the small claims courts.

How much?

20 guineas. Per week? Per diem.

For ten diems.

The devil's going on out there. Bobby's swarming about like the cup final. Ah.

Mrs Goodwin. Yes. I'm afraid there's been an accident.

Oh. Oh, nothing to do with Sandra Dare, I hope. I heard she was in the

neighbourhood. Oh, so that's why we're here.

Always been a fan.

They don't want to hear about your juvenile ethics, woman.

Miss Dale is perfectly sound, I'm happy to say. The Scarlet Pimpernel you had

from us last time, wasn't it? I trust you enjoyed.

Oh, very much.

And I promised you the sequel.

I'm teeing off at quarter to.

Sorry?

Thinking.

I will repay.

What? That's the sequel to The Scarlet Pimpernel. Jack?

Oh, um...

Underneath hardy perennials, the biography of Danton and the stack of

bills. Got anything on how to cook?

I beg your pardon?

That's what she needs.

Can hardly boil a ruddy egg.

How are your feet?

Oh, much better.

Oh, I'll wait in the car.

Ah, that's just a bob.

Oh, and I put this to one side, too, on the house.

What is it?

Oh, just a little play.

Ibsen, A Doll's House.

It's about a woman who realises she's rather trapped, unfulfilled.

But you might find it enlightening.

Thank you.

See you.

How's business been?

Booming.

Goodbye to bullying. All the Stuart Howard fans are mad for it.

Is he in the film version?

That's what I'm telling them I Better unpack Oh

Jack be a darling and fetch my bag from my room. Would you it's the green one

with the amber cloth

You really think someone tried to kill me?

I've already looked that way.

Good God.

At least we'll be back at Ladyhurst tonight.

Are you sure you're okay to shoot?

I have to be, won't I?

Deidre?

See me? My memory. Sandra, are you ready? Ready.

My exclusive.

Oh, excuse me.

I promised an interview.

Harold.

Marina, I can give you two minutes.

Necessary evil, I suppose.

One must feed the machine.

Ah.

Finally.

If you'd be so kind.

You know my motto.

If you've nothing nice to say, come and sit by me.

And here you are, sitting by me.

Ah, yes, but I do have something nice to say, Marina.

Oh?

Love Lawn in London is the first of a new three -picture deal.

A deal Stuart and I have signed on for.

Isn't that marvellous?

Marvellous.

And you're shooting interiors at Ladyhurst, aren't you?

Not exactly MGM, is it?

Ladyhurst. Oh, it'll do nicely.

You know the place, though, don't you?

Made plenty of pictures there in the past.

Like the one where you played the simple crafter's daughter who married a duke.

And the one where you played a simple fisherman's daughter who married a duke

magnet. Yes.

I always forget what duke is.

It's a kind of fibre. People make bags with it.

What's the first film you made there, Sandra?

At Ladyhurst?

Hmm. Um, I don't know.

Springtime for Mary, I think.

About a simple blacksmith's daughter who married... All right.

I think it was quite a bit before that.

Do you know, our readers would be fascinated to learn that not all Sandra

pictures were talking pictures.

I love those old intertitles, Came the Dawn and all that.

I can check the date later, Deidre.

That is your real name, isn't it?

The one you used to go by.

Deidre Piddock.

Perhaps you should concentrate on the present, Noreena.

Well, someone will try.

Jesse and I are taking Santa for supper.

Trying to take her mind off things.

If that's not inappropriate under the circumstances.

Well, one must eat.

Where are you going? Wheeler's?

No, Camille's. On the Strand.

Good choice.

Don't have the oysters.

I saw them taking that girl away. I assumed it was an accident.

Poisoned chocolate.

Really?

And they were intended for me.

And that poor sad girl intercepted them.

Oh, what? How's that for an exclusive?

Tragic. And what an angle.

Oh, sorry.

That was crass of me. But still, what an angle.

I'll have your story now, you know.

You ready, darling?

Oh, yeah. I was just leaving.

Congratulations on the new contract, Stuart.

Thank you.

Much to chew on.

Always lovely to see you.

Trust the lady, Hercules, in five minutes.

Five minutes, everyone.

What are you waiting for, the last post?

Mr Masterson, what a pleasure to see you again.

Marina Bain.

Looking lovely as ever.

What can I do for you?

We met through, um, Picturegoer. Me and Barbara, I mean.

There's lots of correspondence, you see.

Like -minded folk finding each other. Some to death, then.

Some.

And the other big names, too.

There's a hairdresser I know who's potty on James Mason.

But, you know, Stuart was our favourite.

That's why we... why we chose to get jobs as extras.

To get close.

You're doing very well, my dear.

You admit to taking the chocolates?

Yeah.

I'm awfully sorry. We just couldn't resist them. We saw them there on the

when the bookshop and... I mean, chocs.

Come on, it's been years.

They were through there?

Yeah, just through there.

What did you do with the note?

Note? Well, there was obviously a...

An enclosure of some kind.

It's not there now. What did you do with it?

I... I didn't see any note.

It was over there, look, on the table.

It's funny how easy it is to get close to them.

The stars on it.

Sally Gray once brushed past me in the power room at the Walsingham.

You opened the box.

Maybe the card fell out.

Do you have back issues?

Picture -goer, I mean.

Of course.

January 35 onwards.

Would you be so good as to let us have them?

Of course.

I know that look.

Oh, dog.

You naughty boy.

Thank

you,

Miss Bruce. You've been most helpful.

Constable?

Thank you.

Well?

Oh, Stuart.

Oh, Stuart, my love. There's so much I want to say to you.

From that moment on the submarine, I knew.

Your look of concentration, your strength.

We were destined to love each other.

Ship of shame.

Good picture, that one.

They were meant for him.

We imagine we control our passions, but they direct us to the stars we strive,

despite adversity.

They drive ordinary people to extraordinary actions, like injecting

into strawberry creams.

So, Stuart, my own best darling, I implore you not to try. Follow your

Break off your engagement.

And we can be together, you and I, my sweetest boy, in life or in the cold,

cold tomb of death.

And if one proves impossible, I'll take the other.

Joyously. Well, that seems pretty clear. If the writer can't have him, nobody

can. So we're looking for a film fanatic. Fanatic being the word.

That would be the obvious explanation.

All right, then. Bring me up to speed.

What do we know about this film, though?

Stuart Howard.

Proof that smoldering Latin books sometimes occur spontaneously and

He and Sandra have bound their careers together, the nation's sweethearts.

But who can know the truth of it?

He's an actor, and he's young and ruthless and rather over -rewarded. He

to be hopelessly in love with someone else. Who?

Himself.

Then there's the Honourable Jesse McKendrick. He lived in rooms on the

year just for a few weeks.

Witch boy, thumbing it for the comer.

Ran up and down like a billy goat. He was always pounding the streets himself.

Left when it got cold. Ran straight back to Daddy's place.

In Wiltshire, I think. I'm sure I looked it up.

And then we must presume wrote his script on the private lives of the

proletariat.

Thank you so much for joining me. Good neighbour, was he?

Didn't pay much attention, to be honest. Well, I find that hard to believe.

Well, he was obviously taking notes on how to run a bookshop.

And Miss Dash, she had a rich husband who died, didn't she? An Italian

Is that why they went to the States?

Well, if they'd stayed, he'd have been interned as an enemy alien. I suppose

they preferred the California sunshine.

That's made me think rather better of her.

I thought she was just running away from the bombs.

What about Billy?

Clapper boy.

Positions, please. And from the look of it, Stuart Howard's now ex -whipping

boy. Doesn't seem to be much love lost there.

They pose a lot, don't they?

These film stars.

Why is he marrying her, do you think?

To show she's still here?

Thank you.

To show she knows what the audience wants.

Stuart Howard's.

Just arrived at the top, ain't he?

Your sergeant's been there for years, but she can only stay there for so long.

Very perceptive of you, Jack.

What a brutal business this is.

It captures people in time, then they change.

And it mocks them for it.

Right, I'm going to get on to the film security people, see if anyone saw who

dropped the chocolates. What will you do now?

Jack and I are taking this note to dinner.

Jesus Christ. Me?

You.

You have no idea how draining it is, Mr. Book.

Glad -handing.

Scribbling one's autograph.

Failing to recognize someone whom you apparently met at a village fete ten

ago. And they're smiling.

Great God, they're smiling.

This is simply the next step.

They can only love one so much, and there's only one way to go from there.

And I'd bloody well eat after that.

Well, a crazed fan is only the most obvious theory, but we don't like to be

obvious, do we, Jack?

What? Oh, uh, no. No, we don't. So if I might repurpose the inspector's earlier

question, can you think of anyone who might want to kill you, Mr. Howard?

Take your ruddy pick.

There's quite a lot of angry ladies out there, not to mention their husbands,

several road tailors, producers, directors, writers, my ex -agent, my ex

-agent. Uncle Tom Conway and all.

What about prison?

What? You started to eat your dinner with your spoon.

Ah. Old habits.

Dead giveaway.

Takes one to know one.

I was younger than you.

Nothing too terrible.

But I shouldn't like it to get into the popular press, Mr. Book.

I should think not.

What'd they get you for?

I went for a drive. Where?

To a ferry's window in Mayfair.

You?

Went to the bank to make a withdrawal.

With a stocking over your face?

Yeah, my mother's.

I'm a Bermondsey boy, Jack.

Rough as a sailor's arse.

Despite all of this.

Do you think it could have anything to do with that? The prison?

Well, as you've indicated, it's a wide field.

Tell you what, take on young Jack here as your new factotum.

Huh? No harm in having a strapping young fellow like him hanging around and you

are looking for a new assistant.

Yeah, well, I can't.

I've already got a job at the bookshop. Well, I can spare you for a few days and

you know how Nora loves to help out. Well, splendid. Yeah, this is a good

You know, Mr. Book, you should all come to Lady Hurth.

Help us get the details right and keep an eye on things.

We'd be delighted.

Thank you for these.

I'm the film star.

You all right?

Yeah.

I wouldn't obey.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Let me know if anything interesting turns up.

Oh, and be careful.

There is a killer on the loose.

Good night.

Good night.

Yes, sir.

What's your point?

as it is possible.

What's this?

Come on. It's usually around now that you deign to share.

Three things, then.

Who would benefit from Love, Lord and London collapsing?

What was missing from that box of chocolates? It was lying there with all

other fan mail.

But no envelope.

Top of the class, Mrs. Book.

So, unless the envelope was disposed of... The chocolates didn't arrive by

So anyone on the film set could have put it there.

Precisely. And finally, the chocolate method, haphazard though it was, has

tried and failed. Which means whoever's behind this... Is going to try again.

What are you going to do?

We're invited to the film studios tomorrow.

And Jack has a new job that Stuart Howard handled.

When are we going to tell him?

Not yet.

Shall I read?

I know how you enjoy it, so I'll humor you.

I'll jump in.

Oh, there it is.

Been fretting about that since we moved my stuff to accommodate the stars.

Then fret not, dear.

And recall I fell and panicked.

A pansy, eh?

I've seen some dives in my time for this.

So dirty.

So shady.

The pansies in my garden abhor the shade.

Right, sir.

It's, uh, is it?

Let's find you on my list.

Name, occupation.

Marigold, I bet.

Engage.

Who are you?

Medical Officer Strock of Perry.

Trotty to my friends.

Late of the Garibaldi Brigade, and I don't mean the biscuits.

I can pull out shrapnel, I can strip it to shanko in under two seconds, and I

want to pull it south of the erbo, which I wouldn't recommend even to you,

Sergeant. And I never, ever leave a man behind.

He's sitting there.

And I'm getting married to him next Saturday, and the chief constable's

is one of our bridesmaids.

So if I were you,

I'd just admit the error right away and cross him off your list.

What say you?

Trotty.

Is Saturday all right for you?

Four cards is good.

Quite all right, Trotty.

Oh. Where would I be without you?

I think we both know the answer to that, my love.

Anyway, you were going to read.

Of course.

She's noticed you.

Yeah, they always notice me.

Girls.

Doesn't mean anything.

It's like when kids point at dogs in the street and say, dog.

Yeah, well, you're getting married soon, so.

I've been in a column by Lorena Bean, but let me tell you something, Jack.

I've never gone down on one knee to anyone.

Sandra, what the question ended to? I can imagine that.

Most of the questions are from her business manager.

Oh.

You've got an arrangement then?

Shouldn't drink too much, should I?

Yes, an arrangement.

We all have those, don't we?

You have one with Book.

Book has one with Mrs. Book, if we're talking about unusual marriages. Why do

you say Book's marriage is unusual?

You're like him.

Book. How?

Because you read.

Go on, read me.

Well, um...

You keep coming here because you think this is the sort of place that film

go. But here's the thing.

You don't like it here.

You hate it.

And you hate that drink, too.

It's like a pudding from the war.

So you're thinking, how can I be the chap I was, you know, before I knew that

the camera loved me?

Which is a terrible thing to know.

All it's cracked up to be, can you believe that? Yeah, I wouldn't mind a

it.

Careful what you wish for, son.

Got someone heading me poison in the post, remember?

I was a bit stuck when I met Sandra.

Typecast.

Not officer material, they said.

Always a problem kid.

Sandra changed that.

Pulled strings, whispered in ears.

Producers started casting us as lovers.

We were lovers by then, of course.

Do you love her now?

Well, I don't. I hate her.

You want to be your own man?

Of course I do.

But it's impossible, isn't it? We're a pair.

Like Hope and Crosby, Fred and Ginger, Garbo and Gilbert.

Yeah, except he left, didn't he?

What?

John Gilbert.

Didn't survive when the Torpies came.

That's all an act, then?

You and her?

Golden couple?

All an act.

As much an artifice as Stuart Howard himself.

The film is for dreamers, you see, Jack.

When you sit there in the dark, there has to be space for you up there, in

kiss.

No scenes in the moonlight, standing by the rail of a ship.

If you've just read in the fan mags that the screen lovers have broken off the

engagement, can't stand to be in a room together.

And there's no space to dream.

Scene 49, take 8.

And... Action.

It was then I knew we had fallen in love from the pages of a book.

But was that love strong enough to thrive out in the teeming world?

Can we try it again without him reading in? I can do it in time.

Yes, of course.

Reset.

Still rolling, Sandra.

And action.

I'm so sorry, Jesse.

Can I beg ten minutes?

Ziggy will sort me out.

Cutting it there.

Ten minutes off.

Back at five.

Is that coffee, sir? No.

Thank you.

Eric Percival Banks. You didn't know before.

Good morning.

You're up early.

I'll put him up for tea.

Hey, kid.

He's going to be in pictures.

Your name's not on the list. Who are you?

We're antiquarian booksellers. It's obvious.

And I know we're being extra vigilant, Jerry Love, but bear with me.

All right.

What's it? The address of Barbara Markham's parents.

I'll go visit them.

No, no. There's the inquest first.

Let's write them a kind letter.

I will.

Thanks, Book.

You boys are in for the biggest surprise of your lives.

Keep going.

Better this way.

More dramatic.

Geordie.

Can we get some lights on, please?

Yes.

Amazing.

It's absurd.

Ridiculous.

Bizarre exaggeration of reality.

It is wonderful.

What a thrillingly peculiar life you lead, Mr. Howard.

It's an imitation of life.

Dog's blanket?

But no dog It don't cost yet. Yeah motion not much cop no screen

present think of it replacement Yeah, I can

Can't of cash

your Tony's a better bookseller than I am It's fake I give everything

in here Well

Glad you had a chance to look before the hordes arrived. Let's get some

breakfast.

Canteen's in the next block.

Hang on, Macduff.

Let's just pass the dressing rooms.

Do you know what you're doing next? Another Robin Hood remake.

I mean, I've got the pins for it. Oh, my God. What?

One of the extras.

No.

I think not.

Marina Bean.

A girl with a poisoned pen.