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Thank you, Hugh.

Bye, Doc. Thanks for everything.

Bye.

Have they all gone?

Even Dot.

When are you going back to London, Paul?

Oh, don't talk about that now, Mother.

I'll stay as long as you like.

I shall be all right.

We had such...

It is in the original binding, sir.

No 18th century books are leather -bound by the publisher.

We'll think about it.

Right, thank you. Goodbye.

He'll think about it.

£1 ,100?

That's right.

Did you check it, Ronnie?

Of course I checked it, Michael.

I don't like pressing someone for that amount.

How much did we take last month?

It'll pick up.

It needs to.

It's all in there.

Purchased nine months ago.

Came in the shop last October.

Do you remember?

The 120 days of autumn.

The flowers with the original covers.

Intrigues and confessions of a ballet girl.

1100 pounds.

Curious books.

A letter from Sam in Australia.

To Dad.

Sorry. Wouldn't want to upset you.

I was going to answer it.

I'm quite capable of answering it myself.

Give me something to do.

Sorry.

It's all right. What's the other one? Oh, advertising.

Remote control garage doors.

Again.

More coffee? Thank you.

Shall we eat in the dining room tonight?

Why? Well...

It is the dining room.

Spending all your time in here.

It's not healthy?

Well, it's not, Mother.

Dad was a fantastic, wonderful person. But?

He wasn't a saint.

What are you talking about?

I've absolutely no idea.

Where are you going?

Into town.

Something's gone wrong with one of our advertising accounts.

Won't be late.

Mr. Carey.

Which one?

Either, I should think, would do.

I'm Michael Carey.

Mr... Standing.

Paul Standing.

The name doesn't mean anything to you?

No.

My father was Dr. Ralph Standing.

Oh, one of our most valued customers.

Who was? He died last week.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hence the tie. I am sorry. Very sorry.

Do sit down.

I'm handling his affairs, so I opened this.

Ah, yes, I regret the turn of that, but the bill is seriously overdue. There

must be some mistake.

Mistake? There are no books of this kind in the house.

They're hardly the sort of books that are kept on the open shelves, Mr.

Standing.

We supplied them.

What Dr.

Sanding did with them afterwards. When was the original invoice?

Doesn't it say? No.

Sanding, R .P.

December.

Last year.

Last December.

Where's the original order?

V.

Verbal order.

He must have phoned it in.

Excuse me.

People in the public eye often prefer not to leave a record of this type of

purchase. Thank you.

That's right.

Thank you very much, sir.

Goodbye.

They're illustrated, are they, these books?

Oh, yes, sir.

That's the point.

Profusely illustrated.

May I see one?

I think we have a ballet girl in reasonable condition.

The title's almost as long as the book.

Intrigues and confessions of a ballet girl, with startling and voluptuous

enacted by well -known personages from the theatrical, medical and military

professions, and a full disclosure of secret and amatory doings in the

rooms, under and upon the stage, in the light and in the dark, by one who has

had her share.

Table.

Room reference.

London, 1870.

One of 16, with prints on Japan paper.

My father couldn't have ordered that. It's quite, quite impossible.

To find our confidential list of customers, quite, quite impossible, too.

disgust me.

You leave us no alternative but to institute legal proceedings.

Don't you dare do anything of the kind.

My mother is not well. She has a heart condition.

It could kill her if anyone were to suggest that my father... Then pay us

we're owed.

You disgust me, Mr Stanley.

We simply supply a demand.

Don't condemn us for a side of your father you didn't know about.

We send statement after statement to him. Bad debts are nearly crippling this

business. My father could not have ordered those books.

Institute your legal proceedings.

Mr. Stanley?

We will.

The Jubilee Roses smell wonderful.

The lawn's a mess.

That horrible march is back underneath the perch.

I'm talking to you again.

I used to talk to you so much.

I can't stop now.

Who?

Ah, Mr. Standing.

You're lucky to catch us in. We were both just leaving.

I will pay you the money.

It'll take a day or two, because I want to pay you in cash.

Oh, I've no objection to cash, sir.

In return, I want your signed receipt and an assurance in writing

that that is a complete end to the matter.

You may have that with pleasure, sir.

Friday?

Certainly, Mr. Stanley. We're here all day.

You worry too much.

You were very good when you told him off.

I meant it.

It was his manner, his suit.

They can afford it.

He's the first to come to the shop.

I hope he won't cause trouble.

How can he?

Do you know my secrets? Do I know all yours?

Which of us can be absolutely certain about our nearest and dearest?

If he was good and kind, then what...

Evil impulses might have been suppressed, which sought some

If he was bad, everybody's surprised he altered the books.

I knew there was a son.

We agreed widows on their own.

There aren't enough.

He suspected something.

Never.

Standing. Ralph Pierce, F -R -C -S -O -B -E.

On the 2nd of August, dearly beloved husband of Helen Mary, father of Paul,

services and admins searcher to the 9th of August at 2 .45 p .m. R .I .P.

There's the international banker.

He died in New York.

Oh, yes.

Say.

What about this one?

Donations to the Musicians' Benevolent Fund.

No money in music.

Listen.

Halesworth Brown, Anthony Frederick.

Headmaster of Gleetham Royal School.

You remember that caning scandal?

Just a winner.

The sardine game.

Yes. We can match Mr. Halesworth's private taste for his public character

some accuracy.

There's that one about the count being broken on the wheel.

Memoir de la Baron de Brousse.

Oui. Even I can't stomach that one.

I see.

Just a moment.

Mr. Standing.

He can't make it. His mother's ill.

Sorry to hear about your mother, Mr. Sanding.

I told you she has a heart condition. I can't possibly leave her.

You can post the money.

I can't do that.

I want the receipt when I hand it over.

What about Monday?

That's impossible.

My mother is recovering.

I can't leave her for at least a week.

I've read that. It's impossible, Mr Stanley.

You don't seem to appreciate that we've been owed this money for over nine

months.

He's stalling, trying to get out of it.

It seems a very convenient illness.

What are you implying?

I'm not a liar, Mr Carey. If you were here, you could see for yourself.

Are you suggesting that I call?

No, of course not. You can't do that.

Why not?

Because my mother must not see you.

But if she's ill, The lady's in bed, presumably.

Mr. Standing.

Be here at three o 'clock.

She has to sleep, then.

Don't ring the bell.

I'll watch out for your car.

An old Morris Minor, Mr. Standing.

Blue in colour.

Mother!

Sit down, mother.

I've already been up five minutes.

What can go wrong?

We work better together.

I need you worrying.

You're not there worrying.

I start worrying.

What is it?

It's Friday the 13th.

Come on.

Nice day out in the country. It was both good.

A lot of good.

It's hot.

I thought you had it patched.

I did.

There are patches on the patches.

It's probably the hose.

My stars warned me not to travel today.

Why did I do that?

Whereabouts are we?

It's twenty to two.

We passed a garage.

Just round the... I could fix it.

It's a bit late now.

Gone free.

I thought George finished.

His mother will be up when we get there.

Let's phone and give him an excuse.

Friday the 13th.

We passed three crows at the end of that.

Did we?

Where?

Oh, very well, you laughing at my premonitions.

They're usually right.

If you make one every day, some are bound to be.

Oh, let's go back.

We can't go back now.

Why not?

Tell me a story.

Go on.

One.

There's only one person that can prove he didn't buy those books and he's dead.

Ah, very nice.

It was my father's study.

He used to sit there.

Good likeness, Mr. Stanley.

Very good.

Have you the statement and the receipt?

The money, Mr. Stanley.

They're in hundreds.

Two.

Four. Six.

Eight. A thousand.

And one hundred.

Thank you, Mr. Stanley.

Very much.

So much nicer than... Legal unpleasantness, but only profit...

Put the money back on the table.

Keep still.

Both barrels are loaded.

Shooting you wouldn't be difficult.

This is not just a legal matter now. It means the police... I quite agree.

Could have dealt with you in the shop I Wanted to lead you on to protect others

Appropriately enough this was my father's gun

Will you phone the police, mother, please?

I told you it was impossible for my father to have bought those books nine

months ago.

Quite impossible.

Get the police, please do.

Just because a man seems respectable... Quite impossible.

He was involved in a shooting accident.

For the last six years of his life, my husband was totally blind.