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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,

you and 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?

Billy, what was that?
Just a car backfiring, I think, miss.

That sounded like a pistol.
It didn't sound like already pistol.

You alright my bet. Yeah, 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

after this like we
used to before the war?

Oh, yeah. That would be wonderful.
None of this canteen muk. No offense.

Sandra, are you okay? Yes.
Yes, Jesse. I'm fine. Don't fast.

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

M only wears victory red. Besame, please.
Can we just stop faffing and get

on with it? Mary, thank you.
Yes, we do. Right.

Right. At Astra Paraspera,
we must have bodies.

Still, stop it.
I've got to concentrate. Have quiet.

Love Lawn in London.
Scene 28. Take three.

Action. We simply must be
brave, mustn't we?

Heaven knows it'll be hard.
It'll be feasty.

I was strong for my future.

Oh my.

And this is on his bedroom wall.
Rose red and rolled gold. I said to him,

Stewart, Stew, I said, you are just like this paper.
You're so strong and modern.

He handled this very role.

Can I touch it? Uh,

I shouldn't really, but um Well,
since 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.

It's 14 shillings.

Tell you what,
it's a bit irregular, but um

I could let you have a sample for well six
pence, say, and then you could keep

a little reminder of
him wherever you go.

Oh, yes.

Keep change. Thank you,

Mr. Book. 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,
it's old Belra's first folio. What do they say?

Is it genuine? As his teeth.

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 whenever

you're ready. Life and death.
The whole world is here

in this little patch of London town.
You 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 mustache.

You'll be smashing in
the background there.

Let's take 10.
10 minutes all 10 minutes. Billy.

Narina. Rather jumpy this
morning, isn't she?

Our dear Sandra.
We worked on hours in the picture

business. Narina. 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 exteriors are being done here.

You understand? The rest is at Lady Hurst.
That's the studios. You see, I

know all the jargon. Who's in it?
Morning, Mr. B. Good morning.

Stuart Howard. Yes, ma'am.

I like him. He must pass 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 try to throttle everyone. I

mean, it was proper sweaty.
A lash.

Well, who else? Patience.
You've literally arrived halfway through this

picture, and you've yet to set eyes on
our leading lady, who's also Stuart's

fianceé. Is real life fiance.
Sandra there.

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

her, vishi water, whatever it is these people do.
I had a cigarette card of her

before the war, of course.
Ah,

Mr. Book. Ah,
you're getting too much in your way, I

trust. Not at all.
Certainly an education.

Larry Olivier calls film an anemic
little medium and such a crashing snob.

For he today would shed his blood with
me shall be my brother. Be he so vile.

Cherish when they gave him the Oscar.
Jack, this is Mr. Mckendrich.

Delighted. Oh, and here's Nora.
The gang's all

here. So, you're the director

and the writer.
I thought you'd be older with a monle

and a writing court.
Must believe everything you read in the

film magazines, young lady.
I've seen you before.

Mr. Mckendendrick 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

a very busy bee. As I recall,
you're always running about the place, weren't

you, Mr. McGinry?
Jesse. Jesse.

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

Always.
Well, the bins around the back.

Aren't you going to introduce me?
This is Mr. book from.

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? Nina Bean, picture goer.
If you have

juicy tits, my door is open.
I'll bear that in mind.

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 fianceé?

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 Love
Lawn in London from the moment he saw

the script. And he's very excited about married life.
Though he also adds, "One"

"must keep an open mind because who
knows what fate may throw you away." Hear

that, Barbara?
Heavens go it back. Barbara

home is the hunter.
Oh my god.

Heat.

Heat.

Hey,

hey, hey.

Uniform.

Inspector,

is this a sad one, Morris?
Well, cuz I've been up all night with the razor

blade case. So, all right, let's have it.
Film struck

girl extra dead on the counter.
It's suspicious. I've shut down filming for

the time being.
Have the parents been informed?

Yes, sir. Uh, she and her family didn't get on.
Her friend said that's why she

spent so much time
at the uh pictures.

Inspector book.

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?
The permanent RT smile.

They can do wonders with makeup.
Now have Boris Carlo'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.
Loveorn 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 by 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 Lady House, it gets

that dreadful narina bean out of my air.
The studio has gates.

Fire breather of picturegoer.
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 under there is Narina be
sure been rather sweet to me.

Mhm. Well,

we got good news for her, don't we?
Do we?

Deliveries. Oh,

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

favorite star.
I am takes all sorts.

This interests me.
May I? Mhm.

Very carefully rammed.
Tenderly, I'd say.

Well, they are still on the rationale.
They look expensive. There are only

coppers in this purse.
Troty. Yes.

Did they have money, these girls?
Very little. So they didn't buy them.

I didn't notice the production
reviving fancy confectionary.

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 mark. Barbara was breathless.
Troty. Yes.

Yes. And twitchy

strictly. Oh, hell's bells.

Poor girl.
Someone's been at these.

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

Stop it. It's poison.
Don't be absurd. They're by royal

appointment. I'm afraid it's true, sir.
You You You didn't have any, did you,

mister? Oh, uh, no. No.

What about you, Mr. Howard? No. Not good.
Have you ever received chocolates

like this before, mister? Uh, yes.
All the time. My fans know

they're my favorite,
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 Malcolm.
Yes, that unfortunate young

woman. Yes.

Oh my god. I have been sent some strange
things in my time, but I would anyone

want to kill me?
Billy, who gave you these chocolates?

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

Well, anyone could have got at 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, but you told me to

bring Don't answer me back.

Going need to find
myself a new assistant.

You all right, my love?
It's a brutal question, mister, but 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 strictening, not nice.
But it was Barbara that ate

them. Not fair.
I hope we did the right thing letting

those people into the lane.
Why did she?

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 guineies

per week per DM

for 10 DMs.

The devil's going on out there?
Bobby's swimming 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 neighborhood.
Oh, so that's why we're

here. Always been a fan.

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

Miss Dale is perfectly sound, I'm happy to say.
The scarlet pimpanel you heard

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

Oh, very much.
I promised you the sequel.

I'm teeing off at quarter 2.
Sorry.

Thinking I will repay.

What? That's the
sequel to The Scarlet.

Pimpanel. Jack. Oh. Um,

underneath Hardy Perennials,
the biography of Danton and the stack of

unpaid bills.
Got anything on uh how to cook?

I beg your pardon. That's what she needs.
Can hardly boil a ruddy egg.

How are your feet?
Oh, how much better.

Oh, I'll wait in the car.

Ah, that's just a bob.
Oh, and I put this to one side, too. Uh, on the house.

What is it? Oh, just a little play.
Ipsson, A Doll's House. It's about a

woman who realizes she's rather
trapped, unfulfilled.

Thought you might find it enlightening.
Thank you,

Serio.

How's business been? Booming.

Goodbye to Bullin.
All the Steuart Howard fans are mad for it.

Is he in the film version?
That's what I'm telling them.

I uh better unpack.
Oh, Jack, be a darling and fetch my bag

from my room, would you?
It's the green one with the amber class.

Right.

You really think someone
tried to kill me?

It really looks that way. Good God.
At least we'll be back at Lady.

Hurst tonight.
You sure you're okay to shoot?

Have to be, won't I? Dear dream, silly me.
My memory. Sandra, are you

ready? Ready? My exclusive.
Oh, excuse me. Um, I promised an

interview, Harold.
Um, Marina, I can give you two minutes.

Necessary evil.
I suppose one must feed the machine. Mr.

Ah, finally.

If you piece of kite, you know my motto.
If 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. Narina.

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 marvelous?

Marvelous. And you're
shooting interiors at Lady.

House, aren't you?
Not exactly MGM, is it? Ped. 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.

Yes. And the one where
you played a simple

fisherman's daughter who
married a dude magnet.

Yes. I always forget what dude is.
It's a kind of fiber. People make bags with

it. What's the first
film you made there,

Sandra? At Lady Hurst.
H um I don't know. Uh

springtime for Mary, I think.
Oh, 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
Dear's pictures were talking pictures?

I love those old inter titles.
Came the dawn and all that.

Or I can check the date later.
Dear Dre, that is your real name, isn't it? The

one you used to go by.
Dear Pedock, perhaps you should

concentrate on the present Narina.
Where?

Someone is trying to kill me.

Jesse and I are taking Sandra for supper.
Try to take her mind off things.

If that's not inappropriate
under the circumstances.

Well, one must eat.
Where are you going? Wheelers?

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.

Poison chocolates. Really?

And they were intended for me.
And that poor sad girl intercepted them. Oh god,

how's that for an exclusive?
Tragic. And what an angle.

Oh, sorry. That was crash of me.
But still,

what an angle.
Well, there's your story, Narina.

Are 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.

Bust the Lady Hursties in 5 minutes.
5 minutes everyone.

What are you waiting for?
The last post.

Mr. Masterson son,
what a pleasure to see you again.

Lena Bane looking lovely as ever.
What can I do for you?

Here we go. Guitar.

We met through um picture goer.
Me and Barbara, I mean there's lots of

correspondents. You see,
like minded folk finding each other.

Some aren't to their fans.
Some and the other big names, too.

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

But you know, Stuart was our favorite.
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
table in the bookshop. And I mean,

chocks, 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 an enclosure

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

I I 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.

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

You opened the box. Maybe the card fell out.
Do you have back issues?

Picture girl.
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 a naughty boy.

This succession.

Well, I wouldn't say session, sir.
He gives you full pay for that.

He does. He really can't.
You're sure he knows about that? Yeah,

he does know where we are.
Thank you, Miss Bruce. You've been most

helpful. Uh uh, Constable.

Thank you.

Well,

oh Stuart, oh Stewart, 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

like injecting strict mean
into strawberry creams.

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

heart. 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, Mil?

Stuart Howard,
proof that smoldering Latin looks

sometimes occur
spontaneously in Burman's.

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

But hope can know the truth of it.
He's an actor and he's young and ruthless and

rather over rewarded and appears to be
hopelessly in love with someone else.

Who? Himself.

Then there's the Honorable Jesse Mckendrich.
He lived in rooms on the

lane last year just for a few weeks.
Rich boy slumbing it for the summer.

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

cells. 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.

Good neighbor, was he?
Didn't pay much attention to be honest.

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? Italian national.
Is that why they went to the States?

Well, if they'd stayed, he'd have been
interned as an enemy alien, so 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 exhipping 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

shows she's still here?

Thank you. Uh to show she
knows what the audience

wants. Stuart Howard's just arrived at the
top, ain't he? 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 off. What will

you do now?
Jack and I are taking this note to

dinner.

Is that what I mean?

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 fate 10 years ago. And

the smiling. Great god. The smiling.
This is simply the next step. They can

only love one so much.
And there's only one way to go from there.

Can I 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 ready pick.

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

Several road tailor, producers,
directors, writers, my ex-agent, my

exx-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 no 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.

Where'd they get you for?
I went for a drive.

Where? Through a fer'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 Burmany boy, Jack.
Rough as a sailor's ass

despite all of this.

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

Well, as you've indicated, it's a wide field.
Tell you what, why not take on

young Jack here as your new factom?
Huh?

No harm in having a strapping young
fellow like him hanging around. And you

are looking for a new assistant.
Yeah, I can't. I've already got a job at

the bookshop. I'm sure I can
spare you for a few days.

And you know how Nola
loves to help out. Well,

spend it. Yes, it's a good idea.
You know, Mr.

Book, you should all come to Lady Hurst.
Help us get the details right and uh

keep an eye on things. We'll be delighted.
Thank you for these.

I'm a film star.

You all right? Yeah.

Oh, wouldn't I be?
I'll leave you to it then. Let me know

if anything interesting turns up.
Oh, be careful. There is a killer on the

loose. Good night.

Good night. Yes, sir.
What's your poison?

Varsity sporting review.

There you are.

What's this? Come on.
It's usually around now that

you dain to share.

Three things then. Who would benefit
from Lavlon in London collapsing? What

was missing from that box of chocolates
was lying there with all the 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 post.
So anyone on the film set could have put

it there. Precisely.
And finally, the chocolate

method, haphazard though it was,
has been 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.
The Stuart Howard stand in.

When are we going
to tell him?

Not yet. Shall I read?

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

But then.

Oh, there it is.
Been ftting about that since we moved my

stuff to accommodate the stars.
Then fret not, dear. And recall our

solemn pack

of fancy. I've seen some D in my
time, but this

so dirty, so shady.

The pansies in my
garden abhore the shade.

Right, sir. It is sir. Is it?
Let's find you on my

list. Name, occupation,
marital status.

Engaged. Who are you?

Medical officer stro with Perry.
Troty to my friends. Late for the Gary Baldi.

Brigade. And I don't mean the biscuits.
I can pull out shrapnel. I can strip it

to shanker 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 daughter 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?

Saturday all right for you?
Forecast is good.

Quite all right. True

me.

Uh-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 noticed me. Girls

doesn't mean anything.
It's like when kids point a dogs in the

street and say, "Dog?" Yeah.

Well, you getting married soon, sir.
They've seen it in a column by Lena.

Bean. But let me tell you
something, Jack.

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

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

Most of the questions are
from a business manager.

Oh, so you've got
an arrangement then.

Shouldn't drink so much, should I?
Yes, an arrangement. But 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' you say Book's marriage is unusual?

You'll like him book. How?

Cuz you read.
Just go on, read, mate.

Well, um,

you keep coming here cuz you think this
is the sort of place that film stars 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. It's all cracked

up to be. Can you believe that?
Yeah, I wouldn't mind a bit of it.

Careful what you wish for, son.
Got someone sending me poison in the post.

Remember,

I was a bit stuck when I met Sandra.
Type cast, not officer material. They

said it was a problem. Kid.
Sandra changed that. She 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 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.

Except he left, didn't he? What?
John Gilbert didn't survive when the torpies

came. Yeah. So it's all an act then.
You and her

golden couple.
All an act as much an artifice as Stuart

Howard himself.

Film is for dreamers. You see Jack when
you sit there in the dark has to be

space for you up there in that kiss.
No scenes in the moonlight standing by

the rail of a ship. You 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 eight 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? Uh, can we um try it
again without him reading in? I can do

it in time.
Yes, of course. Reset.

Rolling. Sundra and

action.

I'm so sorry, Jesse. Uh, can I beg?
10 minutes. Siggy will sort me out.

Cut it there.
Cutting it there.

10 minutes old. Back at five.

Is that coffee, sir?
No. Thank you.

Come along.

Eric Pival Banks.
She's she's been married before.

Good morning.
You're up early. Oh,

I thought you
might want a tea.

Hey kid,
you want to be in pictures?

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

We're antiquarian book sellers.
Isn't it obvious?

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

All right.

What's this?
The address of Barbara Markham's

parents. I'll go visit them.

No, no. There's the inquest first.
Just write them a kind letter.

I will. Thanks, Book.

You boys in for the biggest
surprise of your lives.

Keep going. Better this way.
More dramatic.

Jordi, can I 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.

Is dog cast yet? Yeah. Not much cop.
No screen presence.

Think of a good replacement.
Yeah, I can.

Cans of cash. Your Tony's a
better book seller than I am.

It's fake. I like everything in here.
Well, I'm glad you had a chance to look

before the hordes arrived.
Let's get some breakfast. Canteen's in the next

block. Aon McDuff.

It's just past the
dressing rooms.

Do you know what you're doing next?
Or another Robin Hood remake? I mean, I've

got the pins, right?
Oh my god. What?

It's one of the extras.

No, I think not.

It's Nina Bean.

The girl with the poison pen.

Yeah.

Yeah.