All language subtitles for Bookish s01e02 Slightly Foxed 2.eng

I'm Book, and I run a bookshop. You must
be here about the job.

You know where I've come from, don't
you? I have a little hobby on the side,

I find it's taking me away from the shop
more and more. Well, you must stay with

us, won't you, now that you've got the
job?

What exactly is it you do?

I sell books.

Yeah, but that's not all, is it?
Yesterday, out there at a bomb site.

So you don't think they died in an air
raid?

Inkerman Street was already empty,
wasn't it, Mr. Bateson?

Scheduled for demolition. It's a chaotic
world, Jack.

I have a system.

Do you think it was suicide?

Why would a chemist kill himself with
something as horrible as plastic acid?

It's murder.

There's a daughter, isn't there?

A right money -grabbing little cow.

And then she had the gall to run off
with him.

My dad was convinced that Mickey was
thieving.

Got the chemist's will through, sir.
Daughter doesn't get a bean.

This is a sacred charge, you understand
that?

I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't
think you were ready more than that.

That you were the one creature on this
earth to whom I could entrust this.

This message must go to Trotty and to no
one else. Is that clear?

Is that clear?

Good boy.

Off you go.

Morning. Morning.

Doc, Jay.

Can I help you?

Oh, yes.

With wallpaper, that is. It's a little
early for that.

For what?

Never mind.

I'm looking for a Mrs. Book.

You found her?

Well, that's a crying shame. What is?

You're married, that is.

Can I help you?

Yeah, yeah, you're right.

Got a message from your husband.

Said you were having problems with your
alternator.

Why? In the car.

It's what I do, see? Cars.

I see. I meant to book them for you, did
I?

Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, no idea why I didn't go with
someone more local, but I'm not saying

I've got to go where the work is, right?

Great.

Oh.

Got a light.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Somewhere around.

One minute.

Here we are.

So.

So you are a mechanic, Mr... Mickey.

Mickey Hall.

And, uh, yeah. Yeah, I've got a garage.
My land.

All yours?

Well, no, me and the, um... Oh, yeah.
Yeah, all mine.

Is he?

Excuse me a moment.

I need to lay my hands on a, well, find
my car.

Right on, yeah.

Well, I ain't going anywhere, so...

The

very man.

Oh, good morning, Mrs Buck.

Morning, Eric.

I wonder if you'd be an absolute darling
for me, Eric.

Can you beg for a lady?

As I recall, she lives a proud owner of
a rather splendid daimler. Yeah, she's

got a car. Yeah, is she in? Can I just
pop in to ask to borrow the car? No need

for that.

I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

It's just parked round the back. I'll
get the keys for you. Thank you.

What's up?

Puncture, I think. As bald as Daddy.

I told him these wheels won't get me to
Cambridge.

I don't suppose you could help me out?

Not really my department.

I'm just looking after the place.

I'd be most awfully grateful.

Oh, yeah, all right. I'll see what
Mickey's got.

Thanks, Elvis. Bye.

There must be a repair kit back here
somewhere.

I really appreciate this.

I like it because it puts them in those
random places.

Thank you.

Hello, Dan.

Yeah,

nothing wrong with that.

The old man, I mean, he had enough
trouble starting it. He didn't mention

Maybe I should put my specs on. Maybe.

Thank you very much, Mr Hall. That was
quite a ride.

Yeah, not at all, love.

And, uh, any time you want to go a bit
further... Sunday,

maybe?

Hmm.

Desperately tempting, though, that is. I
find I'm washing my hair that evening.

Besides... Besides?

I think perhaps your dance card may soon
be a little full.

Quick word, Mr. Rool?

We thought, Mr. Hall, that it was high
time we had a little plan.

Listen, I know my rights.

Straight out of the block.

Disappointing. Dear me, Mr. Hall, one
point deducted already.

Point what are you talking about?

Listen, you can't stick anything on me.
There you go again.

Eh? Textbook.

Quotidian.

Banal. What?

You see, the inspector and I have been
through this routine a hundred times.

Thousand. You have no idea how tedious
it is having to listen to the same old

stock responses from gnarly old lags
like something from the musical.

Hold your hand out, you naughty boy.

Hold your hand out. That's probably
enough of that.

So here's the question that you would
ask, were it not for your fear of me

dinging you.

Why would I want to kill poor Mr.
Harkup?

Oh, why would I?

I wouldn't hurt a fly.

I never did it.

But you meant to go into the shop.

Yeah. Yeah, all right. I went there to
talk things through, to reason with him.

Now me and Marula got a little one on
the way. Oh, did you go with the express

intention of filching the jade elephant
and replacing it? That's a dirty lie.

Oh, bravo.

Haven't heard that one in a while.
Should put copper at the end, though.

That's a dirty lie. Copper is much more
effective. But you ain't a copper, is

you? Oh, fair point. No, I ain't.

Isn't. Aren't.

But I do have a special letter from
Churchill.

So? Anyway, you can't prove that I did
that. No, but it's very probable you'll

miss. What happened then?

I waited outside the shop.

I knew he'd be in. He never goes
anywhere except Mondays and Thursdays.

dominoes, down the ball.

I waited till well after seven, but
there was no sign of him.

So you went into the flat?

No sign of him.

But first she come out. Who?

The char.

Mrs. Dredge.

Coming out a chemist, that's an old...

Shifty. Yeah, well, you know all about
her. She had something in her coat.

Trying her best to keep it hidden.

Didn't let her see me, obviously.

When was this?

About six.

Now, go on.

Then someone else come.

I couldn't see him properly. What, me
eyes and that?

Oh, yes, we've heard all about it. But
it was a him.

I do know the difference, mister.

Your reputation precedes you.

He was all bundled up.

Scarf.

Overcoat.

After he left, I went to the flat.

The door was shut, but I know my way
around a lock, so... In I went, and...

That's when I found him.

Marula's dad, that is.

Stoned it.

Naturally, you thought you should call
the police.

Well, that wouldn't have been a very
wise thing to do, would it?

I almost just licked it.

And then I remembered about the
ornaments.

The jade figures.

A month ago, he told me about how
precious they was. I thought no one was

to miss one of them, are they?

Alas for you, that wasn't quite the
case.

I'm in a little chess set with me.

So I caught one.

Then I took off. Straight home, I swear.

I never killed Archibald. I never even
touched him. He was dead when I got

there. All right, son. Maybe you're
telling the truth. Maybe you're not.

But let me assure you, if you are lying,
if you think you can take Scott any

hard for a ride, I'll come down on you
so hard you won't be able to see

till Christmas.

I'll throw the bloody box at you.

Do we believe him?

Bent as a dog's hind leg.

Yeah, but is he a murderer, then?

I need to think.

Do you have time to queue?

I'm planning a casserole.

Vicious stopping, moaning love?

Chance would be a fine thing.

Come on, Enid, sharp now. It's not going
to wrap itself.

Here you are.

She's new.

Out of the way, you. We're beer all
bleeding day.

Right. Are you watching?

Over, over, under, under.

Here we go, lovely.

Thank you. Bye.

All right, come on in. Let's be having
you.

So now to turn you vegetarian.

Our cat brought home a pigeon the other
night.

And?

Well, Mrs Bliss was fully tempted.

And they had plenty of pigeons in the
war.

And they run with a bit of pigeon.

Yeah. Yeah, I know, but now it's all
over.

We want to weigh him a bit higher, don't
we?

We are all of us in the gutter, but some
of us are looking at the starlings.

Right, bugger this.

All right.

Excuse me.

Police business. Coming through. Coming
through. Police business. Police

business. Thank you. Thank you. Sorry.
Sorry, madam. Police business. Thank you

very much. Oi!

Won't you bloody turn like the rest of
us? I'm so sorry, my only urgent police

business. One minute.

Oh, madam.

Sorry, I could just ask you to take a
few steps outside.

Urgent police business.

Afternoon, Eric. Afternoon, sir.

Now, stewing steak.

I've kept it aside, sir. You are a
prince amongst men.

Oh.

You've got something just there. Me?

Oh. Excuse me.

Powdered egg. Bit of a rush breakfast.

How's Sheila? Well, sir. Well.

She's driven up Sheffield. A nice
family.

Yes.

Terrible about George Arkham.

Sadly is.

I knew I... I wager old Bassart won't
shed any tears.

Huh? I never got on.

Many a run in during the blitz.

Arkham was a stickler for the rules.

Always on it, Mr. Bassart, for being too
slack.

Blackout curtains, showing light, that
sort of thing.

Might be a tick.

Right, then.

Where are we up to with the murders?

Murder? There's only one, as far as I
know.

Ah, yes.

Well, Mrs. Dredge says she saw the
cabinet at approximately 6pm.

We have only her word for that. Yeah.

But Mickey Hall did say he saw her
leaving the shop around that time with

something in her coat she wanted to keep
hidden.

And she has a strong motive. Now we know
she inherits the knife.

So Harkup appears to have died somewhere
between six and ten, according to Dr.

Calder. An awful lot could have happened
in those four hours. Indeed.

Now, we're presuming the killer called
round. No sign of forced entry.

So Harkup knew them?

Probably. I've told you this before.

Hear me out, Mr. Harker, please. It's
about Marula.

I suppose you better come through.

So, he let them in.

There was some sort of chat.

The killer proceeds to pour prussic acid
down his throat.

Harker croaks.

Literally, I should imagine.

But why did he take just the one piece?
Why not grab the nut?

Then it would look like burglary. But he
wanted to make it look like suicide.

There we are, sir.

Oh, bless you, Eric. Oh, um, anything
for dogs?

I'll spoil you.

You do.

Would you like it, rats?

No, no, no. He won't mind.

Thank you.

Toodle -pip. Enjoy your day, gentlemen.

Cheerio.

Oh!

Hello. Mrs.

Dredge has motive and opportunity.

Mickey Hall, motive and opportunity.

What about Marula?

Mickey says the bundled up stranger is a
man.

Then he would. If they were in it
together.

Did they know that Harkup was going to
disinherit them?

Hello, Jack.

Sir.

Not for you.

What have you done?

I've tied it up.

Tied it up?

Oh, dear.

Well, you said you wanted things
cataloguing, so I needed to put it in a

order. You've only done these cells so
far.

Yeah, sorry.

Takes time, you know.

Thank God.

Put it all back.

Eh? Put it all back just as it was. I
told you I have a system.

You said that... Catalog it, I said, not
desecrate it.

I'm sorry.

He said soonest men today.

Well,

I think I might have done something
right.

You found something?

Yeah, I have.

It's been cleaned recently.

The residue you can see.

That's remains of silver polish.

Meaning?

Meaning that it got into the ground
recently.

Probably dropped.

Or something far more sinister.

What are you getting at?

1665, year of the plague. Yeah.

Very specifically the year of the
plague.

Not a year or two before.

Capital.

Too convenient.

Horribly. Where better to hide a tree
than in a forest?

Eleven skeletons in the plague pit from
the 17th century and the 12th from 1946.

Oh, bloody hell.

You said earlier, murders, plural.

Yes.

Linked? Oh, I should think so.

Top of the class, Jack. Really, I should
give you the afternoon off to go to the

pub. So I will.

More specifically, the bull. The late
Mr. Harkup used to play dominoes. Take

Nora.

Nora? I believe you've met.

She's good at this sort of thing.

You could learn a lot.

Ah.

Very much so.

What's that?

A list of addresses and a very
particular question. I'd be ever so

you'd go on a little field trip for me.

All right.

If you cook tonight... I am.

Casserole. Oh, casserole.

Very irregular, this.

Kiddies on the premises.

I'm not a kid.

You look like one.

Appearances can be very deceptive.

I'll have a drink if that's what you're
worried about.

I wouldn't make it worse.

She'll have a lemonade.

Oh, what?

And I'll have a bottle of Marl, please.

All right.

Thanks.

You'll have to get these.

What? I haven't got any money.

No.

Ask Mr. Book. He'll advance you your
wages.

There you are.

Thanks. Take the change.

You were saying?

Mr. Harker.

That's right, son.

Every Monday and Thursday.

I sit just over there.

Mr. Wellbelover, the butcher. Mr. Bates,
Hartley, our pea warden.

Mrs. Akers from the junk shop.

Mr. Cullen the tailor.

It's like happy families.

Mr. Toovey from the cobblers. Mr.
Harcup.

Oh, God rest his soul.

Yeah.

Are you with the coppers, then?

In a manner of speaking.

I mean, I don't mind.

I was in the force myself back in the
day.

Didn't seem the type.

You know, to do himself in. But then, do
they ever?

I know.

We had a teacher.

Life and soul drowned herself in a weird
old man.

How was he? When you last saw him?

Well, that's the thing, you see.

I saw Mr. Hargob just the day before.

Oh. Yeah.

Very out of character, it was.

Yeah, he marched in here in the middle
of the day.

He was a man of very regular habits.

So, it seemed a bit... Queer.

Seemed like he had a lot on his mind.

Said he was sitting on a secret.

Obviously eating them up a bit.

Did you get it out of him? The secret?

Not at first, no.

More than my life's worth, he said.

He said that?

This very word, son.

And the next day... Dead.

Did he, um... Elaborate?

Yes, son.

Eventually, he did.

Now, Mr. Harkin was a very upright
citizen.

You see, he suspected one of his pals
was cheating at Spotties.

Spotties?

Spotties.

Dominoes.

That was smashing.

Well, Kat has used it.

Better than what you're used to.

Oh, yeah.

So, uh, you were saying, uh, scarlet
fever?

Well, that's what brought us together,
yes.

We met on the scarlet fever ward when we
were, what, both 12?

And so, what?

You fell for each other right from the
off?

Uh, it wasn't quite... Quite like that,
no.

Huh.

Profitable day?

I'm not sure.

I put my foot right in it.

Oh?

I tried to tidy Mr Book's bookshelves.

Oh. I mean, I don't think I did too much
damage, but... And then I was out and

about with Nora, detecting.

Well, it certainly put some colour in
your cheeks.

So go on, then.

Well, if you didn't fall for each other
straight away, when did you know?

You'll forgive me, my dear, but we'll
have to know each other rather better

before such confidences are exchanged.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't
mean to overstep. No, not at all. You

haven't.

I do hope we'll become fast friends,
Jack.

It's complicated.

That's all.

Book and I weren't separable for years.

And then... life got in the way.

Love is where it falls, isn't that what
they say?

Couldn't trouble you for a lie, could I?

Sorry, I... I don't smoke.

And were things more than formal between
you and your employer?

I resent that question, Inspector.

Nevertheless. Well, I won't deny there
was a degree of affection between

Mr Harkup and myself.

If you've been doing for someone all
those years... Well, that's my point,

Trench. Is that all you were doing?

What my friend is trying to suggest... I
know full well what he's trying to

suggest. What he's trying to elucidate,
then, is whether this affection took any

more.

tangible form.

Well, what's it got to do with you?

Well, the fact is, Mrs. Dredge, certain
new facts have come to light. Mr. Harker

gave the lot to you.

The shop, the whole estate, it's all
yours.

Never.

I didn't see that coming.

Everything? Everything.

Is your son at home, Mrs. Dredge?

He's upstairs in bed.

A late riser.

A war hero.

His Wellington came down over Holland
44.

Oh, I know.

I'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry for. He survived,
didn't he?

Given that we don't believe Mr Harkup
took his own life, you can see why that

leaves you in a rather difficult
position.

Do you ever think I topped him?

The fact remains you're in a rather
sticky position, Mrs Dredge. The new

would probably sign the witness.

Well, I don't know anything about that.
But you could have done.

You could have found a draft when you
were cleaning and decided to, you know,

speed things up a bit. What, by knocking
off Mr. Ape? Yes.

Barmy. No, it's her you should be
talking to. The ruler. And him, Mickey

Have you nabbed him? He is assisting us
with our inquiry.

Oh, well, good.

Something, then. In fact, Mr. Hall's
been most helpful.

He has? Yes.

Yeah, most helpful. In fact, he told us
that he saw you leaving the chemist shop

the night of the murder.

There's no mystery there. I told you, I
saw him. Leaving and trying your very

best to conceal something.

Bandages. I told you, for Elf.

He's trying to hide. He lost a leg,
didn't he, your son?

How?

One of them worn and creased, the other
almost completely smooth.

His prosthesis must need constant
attention.

Painful, I should imagine.

Very, very painful.

Painful enough for morphine.

Why didn't you just ask Mr. Harker to
help?

I couldn't.

Alf needs more than he's ever given by
the doctor.

So I need some extra.

I didn't think Mr. Harker would notice
when he did.

And he, as you, Mickey Hall, must have
done it. I couldn't tell him it was me.

He was such a stickler, you see, for the
rules.

Well, how could I tell him I'd had away
with drugs from his own shop?

You've no idea what it's like, the pain.

My poor Alf.

He had dropped in on the pretext of
getting bandages and instead stole more

morphine.

And Mr Harcourt was alive when you left
him. I swear on my son's life.

You'll excuse me.

Yes, of course.

Oh, and, uh... When do I get it, then?

Beg pardon?

The money.

Not that event.

No, life is hardened, Mrs Dredge, but
not a killer.

Then who did it?

Them. Two murders, remember?

Them, then.

Look, I suppose it'd be too
straightforward for you to just, you

me. It would be my... Well, no.

Not my pleasure.

You're going to need backup, Inspector.

What?

Oh,

no, no, sorry, we're just...

Good evening, sir.

Eric.

Oh, we're just closing, I'm afraid.

That's all right.

How's Sheila?

Well, you asked me that, Mr. Book.

Oh, yes.

She's in Sheffield.

What day did she drive up there?

Oh, it was, um, Thursday.

Yes, Thursday.

Nice.

Well, if there's anything special I can
help you with, sir, you know, I've got a

lot on. But she couldn't have done that.

Could you heck when Trotty borrowed her
car on Friday?

Oh, Mr. Well -Beloved. I didn't mean to
do her in.

Go on.

Things hadn't been right for some time.

Always raring we were. And then... I met
her.

Inking. Ah, an old fool and a young
beauty.

It's a very old tale.

When did you know Mr. Book, if you don't
mind me asking?

I suspected right away that something
was off.

And that was confirmed when I discovered
that some of the bones in the plague

pit were newer, though you'd made an
effort to age them.

Gravy branding.

Sheila uses it on her legs.

Couldn't afford to get annoyed. Plus the
knife marks on them are very

distinctive. I checked your handiwork.

That bone you gave me for Dog.

So, for the sake of a future with
Methenid Clag, you sent your wife to

maker.

You then found yourself confronting the
murderer's oldest dilemma.

Getting rid of the corpse.

It would have been simple for you not
being a stranger to the notion of

things up.

Unfortunately, Inspector, people can
tell the difference between the bones of

hogs and homo sapiens.

So I think that after removing the flesh
from your unfortunate wife, cleansing

her.

who still needed to dispose of her
skeleton.

Which is where the caustic soda comes
in. Precisely. Freely available at any

chemist.

Getting rid of her body, are you?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Drains.

It's for the drains, George.

Terrible pole.

Alkaline hydrolysis.

Was that what you were going for?

I'd read about it, see.

One of the things you pick up in this
trade.

Caustic soda.

Dissolves flesh.

I'd used it before to get rid of
carcasses, you know.

It didn't work properly. You know, lots
of... Lots of bones

left.

I didn't know what to do, and then...
And then... Bathard mentioned the

skeletons that he'd found.

It wasn't for the Luftwaffe. We'd never
have known those poor devils were under

our feet all these years.

You told the cop this?

Not just yet. No rush, I suppose, after
300 years.

I've put a tarp over the crater.

Yes. Well, you know what kids are like.
They probably run off with the bones

and... Give them to a dog.

Anyway, cheerio.

Amen.

As I said, where better to hide a tree
than in a forest?

Who would notice?

Oh, you.

Then there was this, of course.

Eric here, though exhibiting a lively
scale at improvisation, is not an

imaginative man.

No offence.

I'll go for it. More game.

Mate is mate.

You rather overdid it by planting the
coin in the plague pit.

That rang an alarm bell straight away.

So armed with a description of a
suspect, my wife made a short but

tour of the local curio shops.

How do you know he hadn't gone further
afield to get the coin?

Unimaginative, remember?

Anyone conceiving so clumsy a clue would
never stray far from their own

neighbourhood.

Eric was very much in the frame when I
noticed the clincher.

In the queue.

At the butcher's.

They did what?

Powdered egg.

Oh, you've got something. Just there.

Excuse me.

Powdered egg. Bit of a rushed breakfast.

Such an intimate thing to do. With
absolutely no acknowledgement from Mr.

-Beloved. Uh -huh.

I thought.

Uh -huh.

How's Sheila?

Well, sir, well. She's driven up to
Sheffield.

A nice family.

I inquired with Sheila's family in
Yorkshire. They've seen neither hide nor

of her, of course.

So, it all looked rosy.

And then?

I've got the note.

I suspected something of the kind.

Some sort of vague threat.

Urgent that we talk.

I don't want to have to take this to the
authorities.

I hope we can sort this matter between
ourselves.

Clark.

And you assumed it was about the murder?

Well, of course.

What? Then it wasn't? No.

What?

Then what was it about?

Domino's. What?

Mr Harkup was a stickler for the rules,
as we know. He suspected you of cheating

at his favourite pastime.

That's all it was. No, no, no, no.

No, it had to be a threat.

About Sheila.

What else could it be?

So?

What happened next?

I had no idea I could buy him off.

With cash?

With beef.

So you went round?

I was scared.

You know, scared of what he might say.

What if he wouldn't listen to reason?

And there was poison everywhere, all
round.

And so I kept him talking.

I just needed to tell the truth.

George, just tell the truth, Eric.

And then I took my chance.

I got hold of him, and then I poured the
poison down his throat.

Right. You poisoned him, did you? Oh,
yes, yeah, it was horrible.

Anything else?

No.

You see, that's very interesting, Eric.

Because before he was poisoned, George
Harcup was struck over the head.

And the weapon left a bloody residue in
his hair. You remember there was blood

but no wound, Inspector?

Yes. Dr Calder analysed it for me.

Cow's blood.

Ah.

And you would have known that, Eric, if
you'd been the one who'd hit him with a

joint of beef. No.

Yes. No, no, no, no. I remember now. I
did hit him. I don't think so.

But who did?

Obviously neglected to mention the part
where she clobbered Mr. Harkup. Was it

her idea?

From the start? No!

She was...

Enid found

me after I'd strangled.

After Sheila died.

She just took charge.

We didn't know what to do.

Enid was so calm, methodical, and

we reckoned we was going to be okay
until...

What the hell can we do now?

Leave this to me.

Oh.

Plan to finish the job.

Make it look like suicide.

She caught prussic acid down poor Mr.

Harcub's gut.

Don't we just say that I did it?

Please.

I mean, I'll swing, won't I? But he did.

The law must take its course.

I'm sorry, Eric, I truly am.

But I'm even more sorry for George
Hargup.

And poor Sheila.

Oh.

Oh.

Right, it's all more charged up. Sign
out.

You'll be taken to a home, you sir.

Very good of you.

Thank you, Mrs. Book.

She said you might be a while.

Quite a tale.

Wish I could have sat in on it.

I'm pushing my luck as it is.

What exactly did you do in the war?

It must have been pretty big for you to
get that letter from Churchill.

And for the inspector to let you have
run of the shop like this. Now, now,

don't be nosy.

Where would the fun be if everyone knew
everything, eh?

Besides, I hardly have a run in the
place, not with a laughing boy there

hovering the whole time. He's just
waiting for his chance to collar me.

Slightest malfeasance.

Surely you're a model of respectability,
Mr. Book.

You'd be surprised.

They got Ivan a velo for his petrol
coupons.

All right, we're out.

Out you get.

Eric?

Eric!

Hey,

no, no, no contact.

Get in. That's enough of that.

That's enough of that.

Run for Eric!

Run for Eric!

Eric, don't be a poor man! Eric! Oh,

hells bells.

That way.

Come on.

Where did he go?

There.

Crater.

This is... Was Ingram Street.

Which means...

Mr. Bayshart's fastidiousness has come
good at last.

If the ruddy thing's still working.

All right, well, beloved.

Come quietly.

There.

Eric, stop.

Don't lose him.

Brian, I'm going in.

Let me talk to him.

Where are you going to run to, eh?

Nothing to be done.

Where will you go?

You can give up today or tomorrow, Eric.

It's inevitable.

The law must take its course.

That's what you said.

You're not stringing me up.

Eric, no.

No. You sure do that to me.

I've seen beasts go. It's not always
kind.

Eric, stop.

What about Enid?

You had to leave her to face the rope
alone.

You're right.

She did all this for me.

Yes.

All for me.

I can't leave her to face the music, can
I?

If we're going to go, we go together.

be bared.

For him the gibbet shall be built.

For him the stake prepared.

I see him up there with Mr. Book.

And then... Wallop. He just fell.

Dropped like stone. I mean, he must have
broke his neck.

Bad business.

Very sad.

Well, This is a treat.

Pineapple chunks.

Haven't had these before the war.

So what now?

What do you mean?

We just go back to selling books.

Well, that's the job, Jack. Just Jack.

Yeah, but that was... Yeah.

It was so bloody exciting.

Can't be like this all the time, young
man. And anyway, who are you?

You haven't really said.

Jack Blunt.

I was brought up in an orphanage, like I
told you.

Made acquaintances with the wrong sort.

I did time for it. Oh?

Yeah, oh.

I was the driver for a smash and grab up
Mayfair Way.

They got away with a load of mint coats.

I got away with two years.

I missed the war.

Some of it, anyway.

And then... I get a letter from the
Prison Reform Society.

An address for a job.

This address.

Well, there we are then. No need to
mention it again.

Yeah, but why me?

Why'd you pick me?

Altruism.

What? Giving a second chance to someone
felt like the right thing to do. Yeah,

but you don't know me from Adam. Oh, he
was hopeless, wasn't he, Trotty?

Always wandering around the shop in the
altogether.

Getting his fig leaf trapped in the
till. I'm serious.

I mean, bloody hell, I am grateful and
all that, but... It's nice here.

It's really nice, but... Books is a raft
on the great turbulence sea of life.

You mean books are a raft?

No, no, books, this place, my shop.

Don't dwell on it, Jack. Just accept it.
It's your second chance.

But why me?

Why not?

You only live once, but if you do it
right, once is enough.

Shakespeare.

Mae West.

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