All language subtitles for This Beautiful Fantastic (2016) (This Beautiful Fantastic (2016)) (ENGLISH)

Bella Brown.

Well, what can I say?

There was nothing
normal about the girl.

It's a miracle she survived at
all after her arrival in this world.

They say she would have perished
if it hadn't been for the ducks.

Sat on her like
an egg, they did.

Treated her as one of their own.

She was finally discovered by
one of those ancient lunatics who

frequent the parks of our city
and seem to enjoy hypothermia.

She grew into the
oddest of oddballs.

Terrified by the unpredictability
of nature and flora in particular.

Where on earth that came from?

I dread to think.

She's always had a
preoccupation with order.

Would have tried
the patience of a saint.

Never mind the
nuns at St. Fidelma's.

Bella Brown.

It's an insular and solitary
world for Miss Brown.

Just her and her books.

Hers was a story
just waiting to be told.

But the obsessive little world
she created meant nothing to her.

It meant that this was one
book that remained firmly shut.

I'm not a religious man, but I
believe someone sent her here...

to test us.

The Ты, The Woman.

The Thou, The Man.

The Thou, The
Thou and her person.

The Thou, Thou and her person.

The Thou, The Woman.

The Thou, The Woman.

Today, I'm going to
make a difference.

Why am I wasting your time
with all this worthless tittle-tattle?

Because through some misguided
care in the community scheme,

this strange creature has
become my next-door neighbour.

May I remind you, on your allocated days,
you are to arrive here by 9 o'clock and

work until 4.30, with an hour for
lunch and two 15-minute breaks for tea.

This morning,
you are to tend to...

oceanography A through to J,
which is, quite frankly, all I'd say.

I'm looking for Leonardo
de Cipiero da Vinci, please,

and technical drawings and
the like, if you'd be so kind.

Leonardo da Vinci, civil
engineering, in brackets,

European history of
back wall, bottom left.

Oh, marvellous.

And are you a member?

Oh, no, not going to
take them anywhere.

I'd only lose them.

Where would that go?

Yes.

May I remind you, no
eating or drinking in the

library, and we expect
absolute silence at all times.

Of course you can.

Absolute.

Absolutely.

Oh, hello.

Sorry.

Thank you, once again.

Sorry.

Yes, sorry, don't mind.

Shh!

Oh, yes.

Yes, sorry.

Absolutely.

Exactly.

Please return your books
from when they came,

and make your way
to the exit immediately.

Hmm.

Look what I found.

Ah, yes.

Our very own
horticultural terrorist.

That place has gone to rack
and ruin since she's moved in.

Will you please calm down
and leave the poor girl alone?

Leave her alone?

Have you seen what she's done?

It's nothing less than
wanton criminal neglect.

I'm Millie Wilton, Mr
Stevenson's long-suffering doctor.

You took a tumble.

Your garden fought
back, that's what.

You'll survive.

No harm done.

No harm done?

I think harm's had an
absolute bloody field day.

Blood pressure.

Don't worry.

Tea's on its way.

Vernon!

Where's that damn tea?

So, young lady, what is it you do
when you're not murdering plants?

I work in the library, filing
mostly, but really, I'm a writer.

Ah, a writer, I see.

Yes.

Well, that keeps you out
of the garden, doesn't it?

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Inconvenience?

What about sorry for the unmitigated
eco-apocalypse you created?

Vernon!

The tea!

Textbook.

Great.

I hope you enjoy making me ill.

There's only one person
responsible for your health.

Yes, you.

Vernon!

Tea, please!

Yeah, yeah, OK.

All right, all right, all right.

Keep it here.

Sorry.

Hi, Willie.

Hi.

All right.

Stop shouting.

There you go.

OK.

All right.

A cup of tea.

Come on.

They're homemade.

Right.

I've got to go.

Delicious.

Oh, thank you.

85% cocoa.

That's the trick.

And I make them with oat bran, so
they're not so bad here for His Lordship.

You look repellent
in that apron.

And you've been
wearing it too long.

See the abuse that I
have to put up with?

If he wasn't so sick, I
wouldn't let him get away with it.

Don't speak to me like that.

If you continue speaking to
me like that, I'm going to quit.

Do you understand?

Oh, quite the Celtic braveheart,
aren't we, when we've got an audience?

He doesn't realize how
important this job is to him.

Anyway, you can start cleaning the
carpet, thanks to our unwanted guest.

Yes, any time in
the next 30 seconds.

No, no, no.

I've got to go.

I've got to let
the babysitter go.

Well, you'd better start
straight away, hadn't you?

Dear Gwitch.

Dear Smirgwitch, how can
I help you with your Irish?

Now, on the floor.

All right.

And what's your name?

Bella Brown.

Bella.

Vernon is my name.

For God's sake, stop
that Gaelic gibberish.

I'll do it.

No, it's okay.

It's part of the job.

Go on.

You'll be late.

Don't be ungracious, Vernon.

Thank the Gael.

Oh, sorry.

Thank you.

Um, it's just my kids.

They'll be really worried.

Okay.

Slavery was abolished in 1834.

Just so you know.

This country's been going
down the drain ever since.

Dear Gwitch, Bella.

Oscar Landorus.

Hi, Bella.

This is Sinead.

This is Niamh.

Say hi, girls.

Hi.

So you've come to
cook your breakfast.

Huh?

Well, it's the least we
could do after last night.

Come on, girls.

Come on.

Let me go.

Here we go.

Okay, girls.

Will you help me take
out the ingredients?

Oh, it's dark in here.

Do you mind if I open these?

Uh...

Well, that's very thoughtful of you,
Vernon, but there's really no need.

Why, have you eaten?

No.

Well, it's really not a problem.

I'll get the girls picked up
here after breakfast anyway.

So, uh...

Okay, let's see what
we're working with.

Food prison.

I really need to
get ready for work.

Well, don't let that stop you.

I've got it covered.

Off we go.

Okay.

Okay, girls, you pick that up.

You take that one.

Okay, get the orange.

Okay.

Okay.

Sorry.

Okay.

So, what have we got here?

Enjoy.

You don't have to eat it all.

I do like big portions.

With a big man next door.

Okay, there's your lift girls.

Oh my gosh, look at the time.

Okay.

Go on, quickly, quickly.

Don't fall.

Slow down, please.

Thanks, Jean.

Bye.

Does their mum
take them to school?

No.

My wife passed away.

So...

The breakfast is delicious.

Thank you.

It's a long time
since I heard that.

You're welcome.

Your employer's a bully.

I don't know why
he put up with it.

Well, you know,
you get used to it.

And it pays your rent.

Is that all?

Is that him in the garden?

No.

I can't do it.

Aha!

Do you mind?

You may have won the hearts of
my slow-witted staff, but not me.

I can't forgive this.

You have squandered
everything nature has given you.

Why are you doing this to me?

It's something everyone
must learn, Miss Brown.

It's called responsibility.

It's not for you, perhaps, but it's an
important part of the human condition.

And you, spuds
for brains, are late.

No, I'm not.

You are now.

I cannot tolerate tardiness, so
I won't be paying you for today.

I've had enough of this.

What?

I'm warning you, Alfie.

One more word and you
can shove your job, yeah?

You're fired.

Okay.

Will that be my first
verbal warning, then?

You're sacked, Vernon.

End of story.

You've heard of the three-stage
dismissal process, have you?

What?

Let me see.

I've been working
for you for five years.

That's a minimum of
five months' paid notice.

I can get you a copy of the
Employment Act if you want.

You'd be better off rehearsing
Would Sir Like Chips with that?

Save you time.

He could work for me.

What?

You could work for
me if you wanted to.

I do.

I do want to.

Yeah, I do.

So, it looks like I'm
working here now.

So, you're trespassing.

We'll make the most of it.

You deserve each other.

I'll keep my usual
payday first of the month.

Thank you.

I may have been a little hasty.

No, no, no.

It's good.

It's good.

It'll be a fresh start.

I don't know how I'll pay you.

That's okay.

You'll pay me so
you don't have to.

That mean old man,
what he's missing.

Have you already got a cleaner?

Just me.

Right.

There's cleaning
and there's cleaning.

No, um... Please don't do that.

There's only some things that...

that a professional can spot.

Oh, God.

I can't be late for work again.

Please don't touch anything.

Wait.

Let's go.

Hello.

Hello.

Right.

Gian Lorenzo Bernini.

Sculpture of the late,
What is your architecture?

Sculpture, of
course, every time.

It's the fourth aisle on
your right, top left shelf.

Top left.

Thank you.

Do you know the
Ecstasy of St. Teresa?

Yes, I've seen the pictures.

No, no, no, you must
see it in the flesh.

It's incredible.

He makes tons of
marble simply float.

He defies gravity with beauty.

Destroys logic with emotion.

Sorry.

How is it?

It's wonderful.

Well, the vegetables
haven't been tinned for two

decades, so I won't
actually be able to taste them.

When did you learn
to cook like this?

My mum got arrested.

Was she a cook?

No, she couldn't cook for toffee, so I
had to take matters into my own hands

as soon as I got a
reach of the stove.

But I learned to cook.

Look, there's something
I have to tell you.

I did your laundry today and I
threw in some of the girls' stuff.

And...

Oh.

I think it was this
little fella to blame.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

I'll put them over here.

You all right?

Sorry.

PHONE RINGS PHONE
RINGS Give me back my cook.

Who is this?

Your nemesis.

Alfred Stevenson, your
next-door neighbour.

Oh, hello.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Give me back my cook!

PHONE RINGS Hello?

Miss Brown?

PHONE RINGS I haven't
got all day, Miss Brown.

I wasn't expecting you until the
start of the month, Mr. O'Brien.

I'm here on urgent
business, Miss Brown.

A matter of grave importance.

Now then, let me see.

Flat 2, 6 Primrose Gardens.

I have the appropriate
paperwork pertaining to the

property and the relevant
photographic documentation.

PHONE RINGS Ah.

This is all shipshape,
Miss Brown.

Very soothing on the eye.

Of course.

But I've received a complaint.

What?

From who?

PHONE RINGS Oh, my word.

This is worse than I expected.

PHONE RINGS You agreed to keep
the property in sound repair, Miss Brown.

PHONE RINGS The property,
Miss Brown, includes the garden.

PHONE RINGS I know.

PHONE RINGS Not
much for the great outdoors.

I'm more of a sort of...

I'm a fair man, but I
am bound by the law, as

detailed in the contract
signed by your good self.

I have a dislike...

more of a distaste of...

You see, plants and I don't really
get along, so it's not really neglect,

it's more of a fear and loathing,
but I promise you I can fix that.

Everything will
go back to normal.

Laws are there to provide
boundaries, Miss Brown.

This wanton level of neglect falls
well within your legal obligations,

and you are,
therefore, in breach.

Good morning.

I'm Vernon.

I'm Miss Brown's...

partner.

Gideon O'Brien, landlord.

We were just discussing the spectacular
level of neglect relating to the 29-foot

north-facing garden with
lawns and well-stocked borders.

Oh, right, yeah, we're just
about to get into the garden.

Yeah, that's a major priority.

That's top of the list.

I'm afraid it's
too late for that.

I shall have to ask you to
vacate by the end of the month.

Were you expecting
Mr O'Brien this morning?

I wasn't.

Right, and you
made an appointment.

Section 34 of the Property Act.

A landlord must give clear warning
if he wants to inspect the property.

Very well, we'll
come back later, then.

Can't do later.

That's not convenient.

A convenient date
must be mutually agreed.

That's Section 17C.

Tomorrow, then?

Tomorrow's no good.

Friday?

No, can't do Friday.

Next Monday?

Next Monday's no good.

All right, then when?

One calendar month's notice.

Section 17C.

You'll know that.

There will be
repercussions, Miss Brown.

If this garden's not fixed,
you're out on the street.

You have exactly
one month from today.

What's the matter?

I'm kidding myself.

I'm no writer, and I'm
certainly no gardener.

What are you talking about?

Of course you're a writer.

No, I'm not.

And...

I'm going to be evicted, and then I'll
be homeless, and you'll be unemployed,

and it's all my fault.

Oh, I see.

You're feeling
sorry for yourself.

No.

I mean, you have
to look at the facts.

You have to weigh it up.

What?

Stand up.

Come on.

Stay still.

I don't want to hurt you.

When was the last
time you were hugged?

It's been a while.

Yeah.

Right.

Get on with it.

Lonicera aurea reticulata.

Honeysuckle to you.

Personally, I think they look better
when they're attached to the plant itself.

And look right next to it.

Delphinium.

Great big iridescent blue flowers
before you cut them up into little pieces.

I think they were the last living
things in your horticultural graveyard.

I was just trying
to tidy up a bit.

I think that's what
Hitler said about Europe.

Anyway, enough
of this small talk.

Give me back my cock.

What?

No.

Give him back.

I need him.

Well, you should have thought about
that before you treated him like dirt.

Stop.

Don't act like a little girl.

Give me my cock back.

Give it back.

I can't hear you.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You could come
and help, you know.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I would.

I have a hay fever.

Chronic allergies.

My head swells
up like a pumpkin.

I'm no use to matter beasts.

I'm sorry.

There you go.

It may look like a simple quiche and
salad, but the balsamic reduction and the

onion glaze elevates it to
something altogether more satisfying.

Enjoy.

Bella, I didn't want to have to spell
it out to you, but I'm a dying man.

Unlike you, I don't
have long left.

Time is my enemy.

I mourn every minute.

Every precious second
marks my life draining away.

That's dreadful.

I had no idea that... I don't
have much to give me comfort.

No friends, no
family, no one to love.

I only have the beauty of nature
and the promise of a hearty last meal.

I beg you.

Send Vernon home to me and we
can put all this silly mess behind us.

I had no idea you were so ill.

I'm so sorry.

Look, I can talk.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?

Don't listen to that.

He's dying.

Why didn't you tell me?

That old coot's been
dying for the last ten years.

Vernon!

Okay, let me guess.

Was it, um...

Time is my enemy.

I mourn every minute.

I mourn every second.

Or was it...

I have no friends.

I have no family.

I have nothing.

Nothing.

He used both.

Oh, hey.

So he's getting desperate.

It's shut.

It's bloody shut.

Sorry, Miss Bramble.

Problem with the
buses this morning.

I think the problem is with
you, not with public transport.

And I wouldn't be making this point
if your tardiness was not pathological.

So sorry.

I hate to interrupt.

Looking for Hercule Lampana?

Lampana?

Architecture.

Back hall on your
right, third shelf down.

Thank you.

We also have a book
on his early illustrations.

That's exactly
what I'm looking for.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Oh.

Goodbye, Miss.

Thank you again for earlier.

Oh.

It's nothing, really.

What's your name, by the way?

I don't know what to call you.

Bella.

Bella Brown.

I'm William.

I'm William Tranter.

Everyone calls me William.

See you soon, Bella.

Billy.

Billy Tranter.

Excuse me, young lady.

Would you be so kind as to point me to
the section that deals with home cookery?

Certainly, sir.

It's the third aisle on your left,
lower two shelves on your right.

Thank you.

Very helpful.

We have recently received Walker
Owen's latest, Dinner for One, Simple Joy,

and the classic Simple Recipes for
Solo Dining, which is always popular.

Thank you.

Very helpful.

Would you try to
be of assistance?

Well, the best assistance
would be to give

me back my bloody
Irishman, you heartless...

This library is a refuge for learning
and requires silence at all times.

For learning?

Well, then how is it your employees have
learned nothing of compassion for their

starving fellow man, for the
hungry, aged and decrepit,

the forgotten generation
that made this country great?

Get out.

Get out immediately,
or I am calling the police.

Excellent.

Have her arrested.

She murders Flora that
keep this planet alive.

Be silent and leave.

I'd stick to writing
if I were you.

Oh, just tell me what I should be
doing, you horrid, wretched old man.

Why should I finish
you with that advice?

I've got three weeks
to turn this garden

around, or I'll wind
up sleeping in the park.

Is everything okay?

I am trying my best here.

I want to make a difference.

And if you had an ounce of humanity, you
wouldn't just stand there gloating at me.

You would help me.

All right, I'll help.

You will?

Yes.

Now, you give me back my cook.

No.

Yes.

He's not a slave.

He's not mine to give.

If you had treated him like a
person... Okay, okay, okay.

I'll cook your meals, you
vituperative old bastard.

Excellent.

And five syllables, Werner.

I didn't know you had it in you.

But I won't set foot
inside the house.

I'm not going to eat scraps
out of a plastic container

like some train spotter on a
windy platform in Runcorn.

I'll cook your meals.

You help her fix up the garden.

That way we all win.

Take it or leave it, Anthony.

I'll take it.

Okay, house rules.

Breakfast at eight.

Lunch at one.

Dinner at six.

Meals will be left here
at exactly those times.

And then I'm going
to ring this bell twice.

So you know you
can retrieve them.

I'll leave serving
instructions if necessary so

I don't have to hear your
voice or see your face.

Yes, but what if...

Creating a garden
starts as an interest.

And soon becomes
a lifetime's obsession.

One that can be engaged
at a moment's notice.

By simply stepping outside.

A true gardener can create more happiness
propagating life from one seed than seeing

that single flower
unfold than the rich man

could ever get from
his perfect rolling lawns.

I've never known him to let
that book out of his sight before.

Thank you so much for the book.

I love the illustrations.

You read it?

Every word.

So what are you
talking to me for?

Get to work or O'Brien
will have you out.

You dig.

Can you hear me?

No black pudding with my
breakfast this morning my Irish friend.

Yeah.

Fine.

Did you read the book?

I did.

What's this?

Soil.

If you leave the roots of the
weeds in the soil they will grow.

They'll grow back before
you even finish digging.

They'll strangle the life
out of your new creation.

It's just like a time
bomb waiting to go off.

Dig it all again and
sieve out the roots.

It's about bloody time.

A man could die of
starvation in this place.

It's just like a time bomb

You know I believe
those things you said.

Why would you say that?

Vernon told me how many times
he's heard the exact same stories.

Shame on you.

You should doubt only a
man who changes his story.

I only repeat myself in the vague hope that
one day somebody will actually hear me.

It's breathtaking, isn't it?

Come, come, come.

Like sparks falling
from a giant furnace.

In some countries they hold
parties when it starts to rain.

But here we just scurry
around and run for cover.

It's the most important currency in the
world and yet in our green and pleasant

land where we take so much for granted
we see it only as a means of ruining

expensive hairdos and
making taxi drivers rich.

You're odd.

Says she.

Here.

Polyanthus.

Giant sunflower.

Start off with them.

Incredibly beautiful.

They need a lot
of light and heat.

They follow the arc of
the sun from dawn until

dusk extracting maximum
energy from every day.

It's a very clever flower.

Think about that.

I think there might be
a garden here after all.

Arthur's book.

It's gripping.

Where did you get it?

It was a friend of mine.

Dear old Arthur showed
me the path to true

enlightenment and then took
me on an incredible journey.

Look after it.

It's the only one I've got.

I'm amazed you
trusted me with it.

So am I.

I bet even Arthur would have
been daunted by this garden.

Oh, would have relished it.

Totally blank canvas.

A chance to create
your own masterpiece.

Come.

Come on.

Follow me.

How do we make a garden?

How do we build a color palette?

How do we create
depth and texture?

How do we keep interest
from April to October?

Well, we start with these stunning
foxgloves and these alliums.

Come on.

Come, come, come.

Then we go on to these cannas and these
dahlias, so colorful they hurt your eyes.

And these gloriously purple salvias that go
on flowering until the frost claims them.

Then the bascom and
the evening quimros and

those deliciously
green shuttlecock ferns.

And look at the clambering, the climbing,
the clematis and the sweet rocket.

And look.

These monks would, so beautiful
and poisonous, they'll kill a man.

That's an interesting
contradiction, isn't it?

That lily, golden splendor.

That's a caria.

Picatiana.

Pogonius.

Magnificent agapanthus.

And well, the list is endless.

It's a world of
beautifully ordered chaos.

And that's chaos, not calamity,
Miss Bryan, because if you don't

understand the difference,
then we won't progress very far.

We?

What?

You said we.

No, that's ridiculous.

Two weeks to turn
this into a garden.

Bella?

Everything all right?

Yes, of course.

I'm just letting off some steam.

Ah, I see.

So, what brings you here?

I come here every Sunday.

I see, to scream and
shout next Halloween.

Yes.

And feed Sid.

Which one's Sid?

The fluffy one.

Well, I bet he was
a looker in his day.

Oh, he was.

Are you here to work?

Oh, no, goodness, no, no.

I just come to sketch,
doodle, think, work things out.

I invent things.

I'm a designer.

Numbers and working
parts, that's my speciality.

Ideas, they sort of come out
faster than I can cope sometimes.

Pure left-brainer.

More of a no-brainer.

I don't believe
that for a second.

You seem to know so much.

Every book, every
author, every shelf.

I'm only working there
until my book gets published.

Oh, how exciting.

What's it about?

It's a children's book,
but it doesn't really...

Well, what I mean is, it doesn't
really have a story at the moment.

Oh.

A novel.

Um, sorry.

Tea?

Tea.

Thank you.

Ah.

I like your
mechanical bird thing.

How on earth do
you know about that?

The other day in the library
you left a piece of paper.

Oh.

Right, yes, I see.

My mechanical bird thing, yes.

Well, I really ought to...
Would you like to see it?

My bird thing?

Well, I only live a
few minutes away.

It's not far.

I really should.

No one else has seen it yet.

No one else has been invited.

I really should.

It would be rude to say no.

I suppose I... Excellent.

Come on.

I'm just around here.

Wow.

My parents died.

They left George
to the townhouse.

Edward got the
cottage and I got this.

It's incredible.

Part of the joys
of being the eldest.

I got first pick.

There we go.

Ah.

Right.

Now.

Ah.

This is Sergius.

He's particularly interesting.

I made the body of a tortoise
with the engine of a hare.

Still needs a bit
of work though.

Um.

And then over here.

Ah.

Um.

Aha.

Now for the main event.

This.

This is Luna.

She's powered by light.

Solo powered?

Even moonlight.

Hence Luna.

Oh.

Oh.

Hence Luna.

I love her.

I'm so glad.

Well.

You're the writer, Bella.

Tell me a story about Luna.

Luna couldn't
always fly, you know.

No.

Why not?

Well.

Long ago, before the
world was round, Luna and

the rest of her species
inhabited a remote forest.

They had tiny little wings.

But were flightless.

They foraged around on the forest floor and
kept themselves very much to themselves.

Luna lost her parents
at a very early age.

They were taken from Luna.

Just like that.

No explanation.

Barely out of the nest, she
was too young to know anything.

She was such a warrior.

Only coming out for food briefly when all
the other animals had gone to sleep and

the the forest floor was
bathed in moonlight.

She was such a
scrawny little thing.

A loner.

Well, life was passing by
until one day Luna saw a kindly

traveler holding a thing of
great wonder and beauty and and

and that's it for now.

But I'd like to know
what happens next.

So do I.

Are you kicking
me, Mr. Stevenson?

No.

I'm encouraging you to get up.

If you ignore my encouragement
then I'll start kicking you.

This garden is taking forever.

Everything that
matters takes time.

You can speed read but
you can't speed garden.

Try telling that to O'Brien.

Look at that.

Look.

What's that?

It's called Fragaria Virginiana.

It's a wild strawberry.

Life and nature it's just waiting
to burst out anywhere it can.

Seeking the light.

Getting on with it.

It's very simple.

Must have been buried
under a ton of rubbish.

Isn't it always like that?

Quite good.

Oh yes, I should
have warned you.

Laundry was never
Vernon's strong point.

Got something for you.

Queen Victoria wore
more colour than you.

I always feel I'm at a
funeral when you're around.

Charming.

So, have you given
this much thought?

Once you get around five hours of sunlight
a day, I've given it the minimum depth of

two feet for the lilies
and other aquatic plants

with a one foot overhang
all the way around.

And Vernon's going to help
with the filter and the pump.

What's he going to do,
cover them in puff pastry?

How quickly do you think
we can put the fish in?

Well, personally, I'd wait
until there was water in there.

But approximately how soon?

Miss Brown?

Yes.

Just dig.

Much better.

Yes, well that's
because I take all that

unnecessary medication
that you force-feed me.

What on earth is that?

Breakfast is in the shed.

Come on, hurry.

Oh, hello, Millie.

This is the most bizarre
thing I've ever seen.

Well, it's the only way
he's going to eat my food.

His lordship would like to know
if there's any black pudding.

No.

Tell him they ran out.

And it's bad for his
cholesterol, anyway.

You of all people
should know that.

But...

But don't you dare
tell him I said that.

Hmm.

Are you going to
explain what's going on?

No.

Mr. Stevenson?

Yes.

Can I ask you a
personal question?

No.

Please.

No.

Ask me one, then.

Definitely not.

Why not?

I don't want to prod
around in your obsessive

little world any
more than I have to.

I'm speechless.

If only that were true.

Now, shut up.

Shut up and dig.

I can't.

Why not?

It's done.

Well?

Well what?

Aren't you going to thank
me for all my hard work?

Uh, you'll come for
tea at four o'clock.

This is beautiful.

Fantastic.

When I was younger,
I did a lot of traveling.

I collected seeds.

From the most
spectacular plants.

Each one is from
a different country.

A different color.

A different smell.

And, most importantly,
different memory.

I spend my days breathing
life into these wonderful things.

Where are these from?

Iran.

I found them on a mountainside
overlooking the sea.

Will you tell me about it?

Uh, here.

Here.

Take these.

They're rather old.

Fine quality.

Do them justice.

But I don't really know
how to... No, don't think.

Just do.

So, where was I?

Iran.

Oh, yes.

In the province of Mazandaran.

On the southern shore
of the Caspian Sea.

Which is, in fact, the
world's biggest lake.

And, in fact, your last
interruption, young lady.

I was walking through a
field that seemed endless.

And all around was this
blanket of deep red peonies.

Though, anyway, let me go back.

It was July when I
arrived in Tehran.

It was bloody hot.

It was very grand in
those days, Tehran.

This is disgraceful.

I'm so sorry.

Very rude of me.

Um, ham and pickle lily.

It's delicious.

I don't want your sandwich.

No?

Oh, then, really, you
must have a pickled egg.

You can gather your
things together and get out.

Right.

Leave the book!

Don't think I can't see what's
going on between you two.

Disgusting.

Oh, by the way, thank you so much
for those impana recommendations.

Really inspiring stuff.

Especially the
bird illustrations.

Get out!

Get out!

Just wanted to say I'm sorry if I've
caused you trouble with the old windbag.

It's a pity you got
chucked out when you did.

I found some fantastic Viking drawings,
which I thought would be great for Luna.

Well, you could
always show me now.

Oh, no, I...

I...

No, I couldn't... I
couldn't possibly...

Fraternizing with the
enemy is bad enough, but I...

No, I...

Pink wafers.

They're Miss Bramble's biscuits.

Mmm, delicious.

So, what happens to Luna?

Mesmerized, Luna couldn't
help but think about the peony.

Luna asked the traveler where
he got the beautiful flower.

There are many,
the traveler said.

From the top of the mountain,
you can see thousands.

A sea of petals.

It will make your heart sing.

For it's a beautiful sight.

But how will I get to
the top of the mountain?

I can't fly.

And I only come out at night.

But the traveler had
heard this before.

You seek the rarest flower from the
top of the tallest mountain in the world.

If you want to see
them enough, you will.

Luna was scared and
excited in equal measure.

I think I will find my
mother and father there.

The traveler smiled.

You have much to learn, child.

Are you sure you want to
continue on this perilous quest?

I don't know what happens next.

But I'll know the ending.

Will you have tea
with me tomorrow?

After work?

Yes.

Please.

That would be lovely.

Well, until tomorrow,
Bella Brown.

Under the old cedar
tree in the park.

Six o'clock.

Bella.

Wake up.

Billy.

It's not Billy.

It's...

It's Vernon.

Come on.

I have work at nine.

Billy is his name.

Yeah?

He's wonderful, Vernon.

I'm seeing him again tonight.

What does Mr. Wonderful do?

He invents mechanics.

He makes mechanical animals.

And he makes me
feel like I can fly.

So he's got prospects, then.

See you later!

What?

You're fired.

But Luna knew that whatever obstacles
stood in her way, her quest could not fail.

She had been greatly inspired by
the words of the Wonderful Traveler.

He would stand by her.

Come on, Bella.

What's wrong?

I'm not feeling well.

Ah, my son.

How long since
your last confession?

Bella's ill.

What's wrong with her?

I don't know.

She should snap out of it.

Right.

Well, I'll be sure to pass on your
words of sympathy and support.

Come on, Bella.

What's wrong?

Bella.

Come on.

Whatever's happened
with Mr. Mechanical,

James, you've got to
get this garden finished.

O 'Brien's going to
be here on Monday.

Bella.

Okay, Bella.

I've got a pint of chocolate here and
I'm going to eat it here without a plate.

Yeah?

There is no plate here.

Okay, well, don't throw
it anywhere, yeah?

The flake's gone all
over the carpet here.

Leave me alone, please.

How's the patient?

Oh.

Well, that's more
than medicine can fix.

Unless you've got
something for a broken heart.

I could have a word with her.

If you think it might help.

But gently, does it?

Yeah.

Yes, of course.

Bella, open the bloody door.

Don't make me ask you again.

You look a mess.

Alfie.

Vernon, give us a
couple of minutes.

Why don't you go and rustle
up some of that non-existent

black pudding that I saw
in the kitchen just now.

I brought you a present.

Ask me that personal question.

Anything you like.

Have you ever been in love?

She was called Rose.

She was a free spirit.

She said I was a stuffed shirt.

You fell in love?

Yes.

It took about 20 minutes.

It took her a bit longer.

You were happy together?

As happy as two
people can be, I think.

She well and truly
unstuffed the shirt.

And we travelled everywhere.

We shared everything.

She was a horticulturalist.

The best.

She wrote the book?

Yeah, she did.

She thought that Arthur Mildmay
sounded more credible than Rose Milton.

In those days, it was impossible
to publish a female horticulturalist.

But she was a bright spark.

And if she believed in
something, she gave it all she had.

She taught me how to live.

And then she died all
of a sudden in childbirth.

It was many years ago.

But no warning.

Just just gone.

Both of them.

But the garden has
helped me to cope.

Rose had a passion for life.

And I see the
seeds of that in you.

And it upsets me greatly to see
you lying here, withering on the vine.

So I say, I say, grasp
the nettle, you stupid

girl, and stop feeling
sorry for yourself.

You're right.

I am stupid.

Stupid enough to fall
for a liar and a cheat.

I thought he actually cared.

Well.

Did you know I represented my
country at clay pigeon shooting?

No.

Well, this boy you're
talking about, this

robot builder, I think I
may have to shoot him.

Then one night, alone in the forest, Luna
resolved to find the magic flowers herself.

Even if it meant confronting
terrifying demons.

She had nothing left to lose.

What

the hell is she doing?

Everything else is wrecked.

I'll never fix it in time.

I don't care about
your hay fever.

We've got work to do.

Here she comes.

You know I told you that in some parts
of the world they celebrate when it rains.

Well, we think it would be healthy
if we celebrated this little storm too.

Celebrate?

The garden's ruined.

I'm ruined.

Oh, it's been the
making of you, Bella.

Trees blew down,
hedges blew down, but you

saved the one thing
that needed to be saved.

Anyway, enough of this.

Time to have a day off.

Yeah, our tree.

I'm not exactly in the mood.

Oh, come on.

Have the day to yourself.

Cheer yourself up.

So, off you go.

You're both mad.

People in glass houses, Bella.

Well, that's settled then.

So, off you go.

Millie will go with you.

Anything to keep that
doctor away from me.

See your phone.

You'll always hear
me singing this song.

Show me the way to go home.

Oh, perfect.

It's very dark in here.

What?

Hello, Bella.

Hi, Bella.

Hi, Bella.

We've worked all day to get
the pond ready for the fish.

It looks wonderful.

Come on, come on.

All right, look at this.

Look, I've got some of these
for you and some for you.

And some for you, if you want.

All right, now
just keep the fish.

And make sure they
don't bite your hands off.

Uh-huh.

They're just beautiful.

Lovely.

You been drinking?

Yes.

Be nice to us.

Of course.

Okay.

All right, come on,
sit down, everybody.

Who else wants a drink?

Oh, please.

There we go.

Thank you.

Again.

Pleasure, Miss Brown.

It's all mine.

I'm so honored you
gave me that book.

Now I know the story.

No, I only lent it to you.

When I'm pushing up the
daisies, then you can have it.

In that case, I don't want it.

Cheers, darling.

This is a little bit stupid.

Cheers.

Oh, my goodness.

So much joy you can give to
each brand-new bride tomorrow.

Make me happy.

Do you think this
is good enough?

We're about to find
out, Miss Brown.

Excuse me.

Did you know, Brian?

Landlord.

Miss Brown is popular
with the male of the species.

Fella!

Ah, Mr. O'Brien.

Welcome.

Come on through.

Vernon Kelly.

The tenant's boyfriend.

What?

Fella?

I'm impressed.

And I'm not ashamed to admit it.

Obviously, I received
no written request for the

insertion of a water feature
in the keeping of livestock.

But I'm prepared to overlook it, given the
professional nature of the work undertaken.

Okay, great.

Well, that's good then.

So that only leaves
one matter outstanding.

The rent increase.

What's she talking about?

What rent increase?

If she wants to stay,
she'll have to pay an

increased figure in line
with the new market value.

Section 23 of the contract.

Watertight.

That's why our legal system
is reviewed the world over.

I can forward you the
necessary paperwork, if you like.

This is her home, though.

She's done all this work.

You can't just do that.

Allow me to talk to Mr. O'Brien.

What are you doing here?

Come in.

He won't be
bothering Bella again.

That's right.

Why?

What did you say to him?

Who are you?

I'm Billy.

I'm looking for Bella.

She's not expecting me.

I'm a few days late.

Hmm.

Married?

Of course I'm not married.

But why does she think that?

She saw you.

All over some woman.

Yes, you stood
her up, you weasel.

No, I told you.

I had an accident.

That's why I couldn't be there.

I've been in hospital and I...

I couldn't get her number.

You got her address.

I got it this
morning from the...

From the Adopt-a-Duck Society.

The Adopt-a-Duck Society.

Look, I didn't know she
had a boyfriend, all right?

She doesn't have a boyfriend.

Why didn't you call her?

He's already answered that.

Yeah, I know that.

I'm trying to test him out.

See if he changes his answer.

What are your
intentions towards Bella?

I like her very much.

You know, I appreciate that you two
are a close family, but really, I think I'd

rather tell Bella to her face before
you two interrogate me any further.

William Tranter, you have
embarrassed and humiliated me.

Now leave before I let
Vernon loose on you.

Bella?

Bella, we've had a
word with young Billy.

He says he isn't married.

And for what it's
worth, I believe him.

I saw him with someone else
the day we were supposed to meet.

But Bella, I was hit
by a bus that day.

That's why I wasn't there.

I know what I saw.

Well, it must have been George.

I know your face, Billy.

It wasn't your
brother, it was you.

No, no, he's only seven
minutes younger, Bella.

We're identical.

You're a twin.

A triplet, actually.

Each of us, all separated
by a whole seven minutes.

He's actually quite the
ladies' man, young George.

Oh.

You know, I would
never lie to you, Bella.

I...

Well, actually, I've just been telling
your father and your grandfather here that.

I'm not her father.

You must believe me, Bella.

I've got a couple of friends
playing in the park tonight.

I was rather hoping that
you might be my guest.

Bella?

Bella?

Bella?

Bella, are you there?

I'm here.

You won't be an accident, Brian.

I do seem to be around you.

Is that the concert?

I'll come and get
you at half past six.

And I'll be sure not to
hit any buses on the way.

Promise.

Perfect.

I love them.

They're brilliant.

Why didn't you show me before?

Hello?

Oh, right.

Yes.

Hello?

Come on, guys.

My dear Bella, as per my somewhat pedantic
instructions, I assume that you're all in

your garden, which I hope is
looking as good as I expect.

Vernon should be planting a
rather splendid Japanese maple.

Make sure that he packs the earth
down and gives it a proper drink.

Regularly.

The reason for planting the
tree is, I admit, a selfish one.

I quite like the idea of you
telling your progeny of this

objectionable old fool who
used to potter around the garden.

So it is planted for you
and future generations

of spectacularly
dysfunctional artists.

The boring details are, as
ever, in the hands of solicitors.

But the bare fact is that
my home is now Vernon's.

He and the girls need the
space far more than I ever did.

You'll be able to keep an eye on the daft
bugger because I'm giving you your flat.

I owned it.

The unfortunate Mr O'Brien
was merely acting on my behalf.

Or should I say, on
behalf of the old Alfie.

You were a wonderful pupil
and a dearly treasured friend.

You helped me
remember the good things.

Yours sincerely,
Alfred Stevenson.

And as Luna drank in the view, she
was filled with something quite magical.

In the distance, she could see the
southern shore of the Caspian Sea,

which isn't a sea at all, but
actually the biggest lake in the world.

Luna thanked the traveler.

Oh, it's nothing.

You haven't done
the hard part yet.

Really?

said Luna.

Now, you must
believe, said the traveler.

And he pushed
Luna off the mountain.

Luna screamed to the
traveler, why did you do that?

I can't fly.

Says who?

he replied.

And the wind lifted
Luna off the mountain.

And she soared.

Can you see them now?

yelled the traveler.

Yes, said Luna, gliding through the air
with the wind whistling between her wings.

I can see thousands of them.

And for the first time in a hundred years,
the traveler allowed himself a smile.