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I simply must be brave, mustn't we?

Heaven knows it'll be hard.

It'll be beastly.

Trustron, people, Tony, you and I.

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

It will endure.

I shall steer my shore.

Do 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.

Oh, what the hell was that?

What was that?

Really, what was that?

Just a car back.

I think, mister.

I sounded like a pistol.

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

You're right, my pet.

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 out of this, like we used to before the war?

Oh, yeah, that would be wonderful.

None of this canteen muck, no offence.

That's Andre.

Are you okay?

Yes, yes, Jessie, I'm fine, don't fuss.

That was my pout at the end, was it?

I couldn't do it with a dare, I imagine.

Mister, anyway, it was victory red.

Bessime.

Please, can we just stop faffing and get on with it?

Mary, thank you. Yes, mister.

All right. All right.

At Astra Paraspora, we must have bodied.

Erm, Pracadabra.

Let's just stop at a court centrate.

Have.

Quack!

Love Lorn in London, scene 28, take three.

Action!

We simply must be brave, mustn't we?

Ever knows it'll be hard, it'll be wasted from strong.

And this is on his bedroom wall.

Rose Red in rolled gold.

I said to him, Stuart Stu, I said, you are just like this paper.

You're so strong and modern.

He handled this very role.

Can I touch it?

Erm, I shouldn't really, but erm, well, since you're extra's 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 hairs all disarranged.

It's 14 shillings.

Tell you what, it's a bit irregular, but erm...

I could let you have a sample for, well, six pence.

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

Oh.

Oh.

Yes.

Okay.

Thank you.

Mr. Buck.

Didn't expect a welcoming committee.

I thought I'd better prepare you.

For what?

There'd been some changes since you went away on your long errand check.

Oh, by the way, Lord Belbera's first folio.

What did they say?

Is it genuine?

As it tastes.

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.

Alright, then.

Let's hear it.

Now we're 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... Mr. Archie.

We'll be smashing in the background now.

Let's take turn.

Ten minutes all.

Ten minutes.

Billie.

Marina.

Rather jumpy this morning, isn't she?

Our dear Sandra.

We worked on the hours and pictures in this arena.

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 Ladyhurst.

That's the studios.

See, I know all the jargon.

Who's in it?

Morning, Mr. B.

Good morning.

Stuart Howard.

I like him.

He's passed me by entirely, I'm afraid.

He plays the hero.

He idealistic young bookshop owner in love with a girl next door.

Did you never see him in that submarine picture?

He went mad and tried to throttle everyone.

I mean, it was proper sweaty.

Alas.

Who else?

Patience.

You've literally arrived halfway through this picture.

And you've yet to set eyes on our leading lady.

It was also Stuart's fiancé.

His real life fiancé.

Sandra there.

She's using my room.

They can't do my thing so she can do her mascara, sip her Vichy water, whatever it

is these people do.

I had a cigarette count of her.

Before the war, of course.

Mr. Book.

I'm getting too much in your way, I trust.

Not at all.

Certainly in education.

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

He today would shed his blood with me, shall be my brother, be he near so vile.

Churlish when they gave him the Oscar.

Jack, this is Mr. McKendrick.

The light of open, here's Nora.

The gang's all here.

So, you're the director?

And the writer?

I thought you'd be older, with a monocle and a writing quote.

I mustn't believe everything you read in the 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 I look different.

Is you a very busy bee as I recall?

You're all running about the place where'd you was to look at her?

Jesse.

Jesse.

Hello, Norina.

In search of material for your next article.

Always.

Well, the bins are round the back.

Aren't you going to introduce me?

This is Mr. Book.

Oh, the apostrophe man.

They're sub-jaw sign.

I'm trying not to look.

Would you be any chance to be a member of his Majesty's press?

Norina Bean, picture girl.

If you have juicy tidbits, my door is open.

I'll bear there in mine.

My fingers.

Well, 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, if you want to say?

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.

No, he also has.

One must keep an open mind, because who knows what fate may throw your way.

Is that Barbara?

Home is the hunter.

Oh, my God.

It's Victor.

Is this a sad one, Maurice?

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

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.

She and her family didn't get on.

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

Her pictures.

Inspector.

Book.

We are at home to death, it seems.

Oh, they're upstairs.

We're on appointment.

What are they keeping from us, Stuart?

All this waiting is making me tired.

Perhaps one should have a mask, Wade.

A mask?

The permanent.

Victor, smile.

They can do wonders with me a cop now.

Well, of course, Carlos, if you'd like.

There is Mr. Dare you don't know me, but I'm your most devoted admirer.

I wonder what they'll think.

Love alone 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.

Where the nation's most blissfully engaged couple, remember?

Oh, and what a long engagement it's been.

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

When you enjoyed a little field trip?

If we're back at Lady House, we'd get such dreadful marina being out of my hair.

The studio has gates.

Fire breather of Piccigoa.

You know when you lift a stone or a branch.

And suddenly, all these ghastly filthy damp

little monstrosities are exposed to the daylight.

They're scrabbling back into the shadows.

Well, beneath them, it even worse filthy damp little monstrosities.

And I know that.

Isn't there a rain to be?

It must have been rather sweet to me.

Mm-hmm.

Well, we've got good news for, don't we?

Do we?

Deliveries?

Ah.

I knew three-picture deal.

Picture go exclusive.

Well...

What do you want?

Bali, sugar boy?

I'm afraid there's been an accident.

The contents of a handbag.

Mel and Kali, isn't it?

Evidence of a little life spilled on the floor.

Ooh, what's this?

You kiss your excess lipstick onto your favourite star.

I am.

It takes all sorts.

This interests me, may I?

Mm-hmm.

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, trotting.

Yes.

Did they have money, these girls?

Very little.

So they didn't buy them?

I didn't notice the production revising fancy confectionery.

No, the fans bring them.

Letters and presents, sad little things they've knitted.

They're left through there.

Bali brings them up to them.

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

Buncha, Mark.

Barbara was breathless, trotting, huh?

Yes, and twitchy.

Strictly.

Oh, hells, bells.

Poor girl.

Someone's been at these.

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

Don't get it, it's poison!

Have you served her by one appointment?

I'm afraid it's true, sir.

You didn't have any, did you, Mr?

Oh, uh, no, no.

What about you, Mr Howard?

No.

Oh, good.

Have you ever received chocolates like this before, Mr. Yes, all the time my fans

know they're my favourite, but I never read them.

That 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.

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?

Surely who gave you these chocolates?

Nobody.

They were just with the usual male, I always have to deal with it.

Where 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 your own answer to me back.

You need to find myself a new assistant.

You all right, my love?

It's a brutal question, Mr Howard, 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.

I don't talk to the press.

Yes.

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

Her chocolates were spiked with strychnine, 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 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?

Twenty Guinness.

A week.

But Diem.

For ten Diems.

The devil's going on out there.

Bobby's swimming about like the cup final.

Mrs Goodwin.

Yes.

I'm afraid there's been an accident.

Oh.

Oh, nothing to do with Sandra Dair, 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 antics, woman.

Miss Dair is perfectly sound, I'm happy to say.

The Scarlet Pimpernel we heard from us last time was, and did I trust you enjoy it?

Oh, very much.

And I promised you the sequel.

I'm teeing off at quarter two.

Dinky.

I will repay.

What?

That's the sequel.

To the Scarlet Pimpernel.

Jack?

Um... Underneath Hardy's perennials, the

biography of Downton and the Stackman papers.

I've 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, how much better?

Oh, I'll wait in the car.

Ah, that's just a bomb.

Oh, and I put this to one side to, uh, 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.

Cheerio.

How's business been?

Booming.

Goodbye to Berlin.

Oh, shoot, Howard fans.

I'm mad for it.

Is he in the film version?

That's what I'm telling them.

I, uh, are on park.

Oh, Jack, be a darling and fetch my bag from my room, would you?

It's the green one with the amber glass.

Right.

Ah.

You really think someone tried to kill me?

It really looks that way.

Oh, God.

At least we'll be back at Lady Hus tonight.

You sure you're okay to shoot.

I have to be wonder.

Dear Dream.

See me.

My memory.

Sandra.

Are you ready?

Ready.

My exclusive.

Oh, excuse me.

I'm gonna promise to send in to few.

Harold.

Mr. I mean, I can give you two minutes.

Necessary evil, I suppose.

I must have peed the machine.

Ah.

Finally.

If you'd be so good.

You know my motto.

If you've nothing nice to say.

And that's it by me.

And here you are.

Sitting by me.

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

Oh.

Love Lorn in London.

Is the first to be new three-picture deal.

A deal Stuart and I have signed on for.

Isn't that marvellous?

Marvellous.

And you're shooting in Cheerias at Lady Hus, don't you?

Not exactly.

I am.

I am.

Is it Lady Hus?

Oh, it all did nicely.

You know the place though, don't you?

I've made plenty of pictures there in the past.

I 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 duke magnet.

Yes.

I always forget what duke is.

It's a kind of fiber.

People make bags with that.

What's the first?

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

A Lady Hurst.

Hmm.

I do.

Oh.

Spring time for Mary, I think.

Oh, about a simple blacksmith's daughter who married a duke.

I think it was quite a bit before that.

You know, our readers would be fascinated to learn

not all Sandra Dares pictures but Hawking pictures.

I love those old intertitles came the dawn and all that.

I can check the date later, dear Drey.

That is your real name, isn't it?

One you used to go by.

Dear Drey, Piddock.

Perhaps you should concentrate on the present, Marina.

Well, someone is trying to kill me.

Jessie and I are taking Sandra to 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, how's that print exclusive?

Tragic.

And what an angle.

Oh, sorry.

That was crass of me.

That's down.

What an angle.

Oh, there's your story, Marina.

You ready, darling?

Oh, yeah.

I was just leaving.

Congratulations on the new contract, Stuart.

Thank you.

Much to chew on.

Oh, it's lovely to see you.

Ask the lady, Hersties, in five minutes.

Five minutes, everyone.

What are you waiting for, the last post?

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

Marina Bing.

Looking lovely as ever.

What can I do for you?

Tara.

We met through a picture goa, me and Barbara, I mean.

There's lots of correspondence, you see.

Like minded folk finding each other.

So did their fans.

Some.

And the other big names, too.

There's a hairdress on those, putty 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 table, when the book's shopping.

I mean, chocks.

Come on, it's been years.

They were through there.

Yeah, just through there.

What did you do with the note?

No.

Well, it was obviously an enclosure of some kind.

It's not there now.

What did you do with it?

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.

You open the box, remember 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.

Not it.

You're short

in those.

He does know where we are.

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 action.

Like injecting strychnine 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 it, nobody can.

So we're looking for a film fanatic.

Phonatic being the word.

I hope it'll be the obvious explanation.

Alright then, bring me up to speed.

What do we know about this film?

Stuart Howard.

Proof that smoldering Latin looks sometimes occur spontaneously in Birmingham.

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.

It appears to be hopelessly in love with someone else.

Who?

Himself.

Then there's the honorable Jesse McKendrick.

He lived in rooms on the lane last year, just for a few weeks.

Which boy?

Slumming it for the summer.

Ran up and down like a billy goat.

He was always pounding the streets in his cleanseholes.

Left when it got cold, ran straight back to daddy's place.

In Wilcher, I think.

I'm sure he might have 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 neighbor, 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.

A mister.

She had a rich husband who died, didn't she?

Italian National.

Is that where they went to the States?

Well, if it stayed, he'd have been interned as an enemy alias, I suppose,

that they preferred the Californian sunshine.

That's an everything rather better of her.

I thought she was just running away from the bombs.

What about Billy?

Clap a boy.

Physicians, please.

And from the look of it, Stuart Howard's now ex-wipping boy.

It doesn't seem to be much love lost there.

We've posed a lot, don't they?

This film starts.

Why is he marrying her, do you think?

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?

It's all just been there for years, but she can only stay there for so long.

Very perceptive of you, Jack.

The brutal business this is.

It captures people in time and they change.

And it mocks them for it.

Right, I'm going to get onto the film's security

people, see if anyone saw who dropped the chocolates.

What will you do there?

Jack and I are taking this note to dinner.

Jesus Christ.

Me?

You?

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

Glad-handing.

Scribbling one's autograph.

Filling to recognize someone whom you apparently met at a village fate ten 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 to it, Jack.

Well, uh, no, no, we don't.

So if I might repurpose the inspectors 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.

Savile row tailors, producers, directors, writers.

My ex-agent, my ex-ex-agent.

Uncle Tom Conway and all.

What about prison?

What?

Who started to eat your dinner with your spoon?

Ah.

Old habits.

They'd give away.

It takes one to know one.

I was younger than you.

Not that too terrible.

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

I should think not.

I'd better get you full.

I went for a drive.

Where?

To a ferry's window in Mayfair.

You?

Went to the bank to make a withdrawal.

You were stocking over your face?

Yeah, my mother's.

I'm a Burmansy boy, Jack.

Ruff is a sailor's arse.

Despite all of this.

Do you think you could have something 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 fact, totem.

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

And you aren't looking for a new assistant.

Yeah, well, I can't.

I can spare you for a few days and you know how Nora loves to help out.

Well, spend it.

Yes, this is a good idea.

You know Mr. Boog, you should all come to Ladyhurst.

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

We'd be delighted.

Thank you for these.

I'm a film star.

You alright?

Yeah.

I'll be.

I'll leave you to it then.

Let me know if anything interesting and tell them.

Oh, I'll be careful.

There is a killer on the loose.

Good night.

Good night.

Yes, sir.

What's your poison?

Varsity's sporting review.

There you are.

What's this?

Come on.

It's usually around now that you're dained to share.

Three things then.

Who would benefit from Love Lord and Not Uncollapsing?

What was missing from that box of chocolates?

Was lying there with all the other fan mail.

But no envelope.

Top of the class, Mr. Boog.

So, unless the envelope was disposed of...

The chocolates didn't arrive by post.

So anyone on the film star 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.

It's going to try again.

What are you going to do?

We're invited to the film studios tomorrow.

And Jack has a new job as Stuart, how it's standing.

Why don't we go to tell him?

Not yet.

Shall I read?

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

Bunch of it.

Oh, there it is.

It's fretting about that since we moved my stuff to accommodate the stars.

And fret not dear.

And record us all unpacked.

Cave of fancy.

I've seen some dyes in my time, but this.

It's so dirty.

It's so shady.

The pansies in my garden abhorred the shade.

All right, sir.

It is, sir.

Is it?

Let's find you on my list.

Name, occupation...

marital status.

Engaged.

Who are you?

Met at the office and struck with Perry.

Trotty to my friends.

Late with the Gary Baldy Brigade, and I don't mean the biscuits.

I can pull out traffic.

I can strip it in a shanker in under two seconds, and I want to call it south of

the Urbo, 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?

Trotty.

Saturday all right for you.

Forecast is good.

Quite all right, Trotty.

You kiss me.

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 not his joke.

And they always know it's me.

Girls.

It doesn't mean anything.

I want kids pulling a dog to the street and saying, dog.

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

They've seen it in a column by Lorena Bean, but let me tell you something, Jack.

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

Sandra, what's the question, N.D.C.?

I can imagine that.

Most of the questions are from a business manager.

Oh.

Oh.

So you've got an arrangement there?

I shouldn't drink so much, should I?

Yes, an arrangement.

And we'll have those, don't we?

You have on the book.

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

No, no.

Why'd you say books marriage is unusual?

You're like him.

Book.

How?

Because you read.

It's gone.

Read me.

Well...

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

Here's a thing.

You don't like it here.

You hate it.

You hate that drink too.

It's like a pudding from the wall.

So you're thinking, how can I be the chap I was?

You know, before I knew the camera loved me.

Which is a terrible thing tonight.

It's not all it's cracked up to be, can you believe that?

No, I wouldn't mind a pit of it.

Careful what you wish for, son.

Of course someone's sending me poison in the post, remember?

No, it was a bit stuck.

And I met Sandra.

Typecast.

Not offers some material, they said.

It was a problem, kid.

Sandra changed that.

Cool strings, whispered in ears.

Producers died of castiness as lovers.

They were lovers by then, of course.

Do you love her now?

Well, I don't hate her.

You won't be your own man.

Of course I do.

It's impossible, isn't it?

Who repaired?

Like Hope and Crosby, Fred and Ginger.

Garbo and Gilbert.

Yeah, it's Pepsi left, didn't they?

What?

John Gilbert.

Didn't survive when the talkies came.

So it's all an act then.

You and her.

Golden couple.

All an act.

As much an art of his, as Stuart Howard himself.

The room is for dreamers, you see, Jack.

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

In that kiss.

No scenes in the moonlight.

Standing by the rail of a ship.

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 eight.

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 team in worlds?

Can we try it again without him reading in?

I can do it in time.

Yes, of course.

Reset.

The rolling.

Sandra.

Action.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Jesse.

Can I beg ten minutes?

Siggy will sort me out.

Cut it there.

Cut it there, boy.

Ten minutes off, back and forth.

Is that coffee, sir?

No.

Thank you.

Very personal playing.

She's... she's been there before.

Good

morning.

You're up early?

I thought you might want to tea.

Hey, kid.

You want to be in pictures?

Your name's not on the list.

Who are you?

We're antiquarian booksellers, isn't it obvious?

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

All right.

What's this?

The dress of Barbara Markin'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 in for the biggest surprise of your lives.

Keep going.

Bad in this way.

More dramatic.

Jordy, let me get some lights on, please.

Amazing.

It's absurd.

Ridiculous.

It is our exaggeration of reality.

This is wonderful.

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

It's an imitation of life.

Dog's blanket?

But no dog.

Is dog cast yet?

Yeah.

No, she's not much cop.

No screen presence.

Think of it, replacement.

Yeah.

I can.

Cads of cash.

Tony's a better bookseller than I am.

It's fake.

I give everything in here.

Well, I'm glad you had a chance to look before the hordes arrived.

Let's get some breakfast.

Cantines in the next block.

Leon McDuff.

It's just past the dressing rooms.

Don't you do it next?

Another Robin Hood remake.

I mean, I've got the pins for it.

Oh, my God.

What?

It's one of the extras.

No.

I think not.

It's Norina Bean.

A girl with a poison pan.