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She told me once,

when we read a story, we inhabit it.

The covers of the books are like a roof
and four walls, a house.

She, more than anything else in the
world, loved the moment when you

finished a book and the story keeps
playing like the most vivid dream in

your head.

And after that, she loved taking long
walks to clear her mind of all the

emotions and feelings the book had
started within her.

That very morning, after hazy years of
reading and walking and mourning

the death of her husband, Florence Green
woke up knowing exactly what she wanted

to do.

She was going to open a bookshop in the
little village where she had ended up

living.

I am convinced this new bookshop will be
everything you say it is, Mrs. Green.

But of course, for now, I can give you
no definite commitment on behalf of the

bank. The decision does not depend upon
me.

And I have your honest assurance that
you have ample experience in the trade.

I learned the trade very thoroughly when
I was a girl, and I don't believe it's

changed greatly since then.

And more importantly, I know I love
reading.

Well, it will do little harm to let you
know one or two things.

Consider them words of advice, if you
prefer.

She had a great heart and enormous
patience.

But not even these two virtues were
strong enough to bear the grandiloquent

and patronising tones of Mr. Kebbell,
the harbourer banker, whom everyone

called Mr. Potato Head behind his back.

I should tell you that there were
those...

Who believe there are other possible
uses for the old house?

Though, of course, there's always the
possibility of a resale.

But I had no intention of reselling, Mr.
Kebbell, not in the slightest.

What else do people think the old house
could be used for?

Why have they done nothing about it in
the past seven years? There were birds

nesting in it. Half the tiles were off
the roof and it stank of rats.

Wouldn't it be better to fill the place
with books for people to look at?

I read before going to sleep.

And I usually drift off to the land of
Nod by about the third page.

So you see, don't you realize how useful
books can be?

The weather in this part of the world
was totally unpredictable.

Sometimes all four seasons could be
present in a single morning.

That sunny day she left the bank feeling
angry, proud, impatient

and terribly alive.

She was going to pursue her dream, and
nobody, not even Mr Potato Head, was

going to stop her.

Hello, Mrs Green.

Are you busy?

No, Mr Raven.

Not at the moment. Why?

Can I throw the rope to you?

Yes, of course.

Watch out.

It's very slippery. That's how Ethan
broke his leg yesterday, but I'm well

aware. That you are a woman who don't
frighten easily. How do you know that?

Rumor has it that you're about to open a
bookshop here.

Why do you feel it's something daring?

The only person here who reads is Mr
Brundish.

And I don't think he's going to be
leaving home to be your customer.

I think I saw him yesterday on the hill.
Well, I caught a glimpse of him anyway.

I imagine you had a long...
conversation.

Never stop talking.

Good luck Mrs. Green.

Do you not read Mr. Raven?

I don't.

Books leave me exhausted.

Real life's enough for me.

Mr. Brundish lived alone in the oldest
house in Hardborough.

He didn't particularly like his own
company, but after long years of battle,

he had reached a lasting truce with
himself.

He adored books with the same passion
with which he detested his fellow men.

He often cherished the fantasy that the
volumes he devoured from morning to

night hadn't been written by human
beings.

but had appeared through spontaneous
generations.

There was nothing that bothered him more
than the portraits of writers often

included in certain editions.

Not red.

A very deep maroon or red.

Anyway, I was the old officer.

How are you coping?

Well, Sam Wilkins was in and fixed the
bath and tiled the roof and repaired the

system as best he could anyway.

That place is... It's an old fossil.

Even the straw is 500 years old.

Arms up.

But you are still going to move in
there, aren't you? I spent my first

night there last night.

What? So soon?

I told everyone to watch out.

But nobody actually thought you were
going to move into the old house. What

with the damp and all.

No, yes, I know they didn't, but it was
fine.

A bit creepy in the night, but that's
because I'm not used to it yet, I

suppose.

I should think there wouldn't be an old
house like that. Cricks everywhere.

I'm afraid red isn't really for me.

It doesn't look very good on me from
behind, but perhaps if I stand against

the wall most of the time while I'm
there.

Too red, don't you think?

Not red.

A very deep maroon.

You'll get used to it in time.

Need a bit of jewellery. Make it stand
out. Yeah, yeah.

You sure?

Well, of course I'm sure. It's not every
day the General and Mrs Gamow invite you

to a party.

Stop agonising.

You look lovely.

Anyway, when you get there, you won't
have to worry about how you look. No one

will mind you.

You'll probably know all the guests
anyhow.

I'm Florence Green.

I'm the one opening the little bookshop.

That's it, of course.

Got it right away.

Of course.

Violet was very interested in that
matter.

She wanted one of those conversations of
hers with you about the

bookshop.

She's rather caught up right now.

But I believe she wishes to talk to you
later.

So, what sort of stuff are you going to
have in your shop?

Well, basically books.

They don't publish many books of poetry
these days, do they? I don't see too

many about.

Well, I shall have some poetry, of
course, but it doesn't sell quite so

well as other things like novels and
essays.

It'll take me some time to find out what
kind of stock I'll be bringing in. Of

course. For the moment, I've mainly
ordered classics, Zachary, Dickens,

Keats. It is easy to be dead.

Say only this.

They are dead.

Do you know who wrote that?

No.

I'm so sorry, I don't.

I know

who

you are.

Yes, I know who you are. Of course, Mr.
North.

So I have never had an invitation to the
Stead before. I expect you come here

often. Oh, yeah.

I do get invited frequently.

Oh, thank you. Very kind.

Not very.

You've just moved into the old house.

All by yourself?

You're a widow.

I know.

Have you never thought of marrying
again?

No.

No.

The problem is, I was very happily
married.

Oh.

I was always under the impression that a
perfectly normal woman is a widow.

Don't forget that.

Are you sure you've received the proper
advice to run a business?

I've never met you before now, Mr. Nice,
but I assume because of your words,

you'd be someone who would appreciate
having a bookshop in Hartford.

I'm sure you know writers at the BBC and
thinkers and so forth, and I

trust they come down here from time to
time to see you and get some fresh air.

If they did come, I wouldn't find out
what to do with them. And writers will

go anywhere where there is a free drink.

I'm not so sure about things like that.

I think Cathy, my so-called girlfriend,
would look after us.

Well, at any rate, you must both come to
my shop. I shall rely on you.

On no account.

Why are you wearing red?

Red's a colour that only looks good on
housemaids on their day off.

It's not red. It's a deep maroon.

My dear lady.

Florence, isn't it?

I've been wanting to speak to you since
you arrived, but I don't think there's

nothing better to do than steer me away
from my partner. Thank you so much for

coming. Thanks for inviting me. It's
such a lovely party. Everyone is talking

about your new venture. You have such a
great news for business.

Well, yes, but it's... Have you been
introduced to my husband?

Eh?

Come and tell Mrs Scream how delighted
we are to see you.

And to think we've all been praying for
a good book in our little town, haven't

we, Bruno?

Of course, my dear. There's no harm in
praying.

Things would probably go much better if
we all prayed more.

Just one thing, Mrs Scream, and a very
small one at that.

You haven't actually moved into the old
house.

Have you? Yes, I've been there over a
week.

But there's no water.

Sam Wilkins connected the pipes for me.

Don't forget, Violet, you've been in
London a good deal lately and you

haven't been able to control everything.

Why shouldn't I have moved in?

I believe I can spare you many
disappointments and maybe even a bit of

money.

In fact, I hope to help you.

There are much more appropriate
locations in Hartborough, especially for

a bookshop.

I'm afraid we are all so used to seeing
the old house empty that we've

procrastinated year after year.

You've practically showed us all up by
being in such a hurry, Mrs Green.

But the fact is, many of us are not at
all convinced by the sudden

transformation of the old house into a
shop.

Many of us believe it should be a kind
of local art centre.

Fine, Violet. You could pray for that
also.

Chamber music in summer, lectures in
winter.

Very simply, no other old house that has
the right to that.

And the end.

I've been negotiating this sale for over
six months.

You see, it's...

Hard for me to believe there's anyone
left in Harborough who doesn't know

about it. In fact, I'm sure they all
know. And we have one great advantage.

It would be a shame to just throw it
away.

Which is that now we have exactly the
right person to take charge of the

matter. I mean to take charge of the
centre.

You do understand, don't you? Why don't
you think it over for a bit?

Ah.

How wonderful.

Her feet and head ached, and she
regretted having taken the seamstress's

advice to the colour of her dress.

That was all.

Not for one moment did she think about
the consequences that her modest act of

inhabiting Old House would bring upon
her.

You look radiant.

Isn't that Lord Godfield?

My word.

What a deathless evening.

Lord Godfield.

How difficult it has been to try to
reach you this evening. I hope Bruno has

told you about our new hardware.

The music and the art.

We were just talking about that.

Hello. Good morning.

Glad I caught you.

How are you?

Very well, thanks. Very well.

I wanted to ask you about my shop. I
wanted to speak to you about my shop.

It's up for auction.

Yes. Not until April.

Well, it could be later still.

Well, the fact is, I'd much prefer to
reach a private agreement before

that.

Well, as you've expressed a certain
interest in the property, and since

you're not going to remain in the old
house, I trust that you

appreciate that I'm too busy to pay
attention to any rumours that I hear.

Well, it stands to reason you'll be
making an offer on other premises.

There's been a misunderstanding, Mr
Devon, but it... Yes, but it...

It doesn't matter in the slightest, and
I should like to be able to help you.

Mrs Gamart was kind enough to tell me
about her idea for an arts centre, from

which I'm sure every one of us living
here in Harborough would benefit, and I

believe she is the one who is searching
about for premises, and what could be

better than your fish shop?

I see.

You've been extremely kind.

Thank you for your help. You're welcome.

Well,

good morning. Thank you, Miss Green.

Florence had managed to live life thus
far by pretending that human beings were

not divided into exterminators and
exterminated, with the former at any

moment predominating.

Aha. I didn't know if you'd be down in
London or... London? No, I'm here.

Well, I think I'm... Yeah? Yeah.

Um, Nescafe?

Oh, I've never tried it.

I have heard of it, but I'm told it's
not made with boiling water.

Yeah.

This is all much too small for you. I
know, I know.

I'm glad that you've dropped in.

No one else compels me to face the
truth.

Well, that's fortunate, because I've
come to ask you a question.

When Mrs. Gamart was talking at her
party about the ideal person to run an

arts centre, it was you, of course, that
she had in mind, wasn't it?

It wasn't me.

Sorry, Violet's party.

Did she expect me just to move out of my
house and probably for that matter out

of the town altogether, assuming that
you would come to the old house to

manage everything?

If she'd been referring to me, I doubt
very much that she would have used the

word manage.

Do you fancy Nescafe or... Not?

No. No, neither, thank you. Are you
sure?

Yes.

Do you mind if I... No, please.

I should probably get going.

Are you?

Really?

Yes.

Thank you, anyway.

Well, it's lovely to see you.

Well, from what I've heard, and
practically by chance, you were starting

to think twice about the whole bookshop
operation.

Well, then you've heard wrong, Mr.
Thornton.

I am here to demand that all unresolved
matters be resolved as quickly as

possible so that I might set up the
bookshop without further delay.

But I was told that you... What?

That I'd be leaving the old house, which
is, by the way, my only home.

Well, there are many other vacant
properties in Harborough.

And as it happens, I have a list of some
of the more out-of-the-way ones. I

expect no further delays, Mr Thornton.
Please have all pending papers sent to

me. And once again, I'm ever so grateful
for your help.

Take me in your arms And if I did

Just take me in your arms.

Is there something I can help you with,
boys?

We are sea scouts, ma'am.

Yes, I see.

And just what is it that you're doing
here? Mr Raven told us to stop around.

What would you like us to do?

Well, I want all the bookshelves put up
in there.

Do you think you can manage that?

How many hand drills can you get us,
ma'am?

I've been waiting here in the polling
race.

If I can find my key.

When Mrs. Green opened the first box of
books she had ordered, all the problems

and obstacles of those past few days
simply vanished.

With each addition, the faces and the
words of Mrs. Gamert, the banker,

her lawyer, and Milo North all faded
away.

And for a moment,

She felt that her late husband, whom she
had loved so dearly, was with her once

again.

And this was her happiest moment in the
bookshop.

Very lonely job yours.

Oh, sorry about the waiters.

I don't get in the least bit lonely.

That shelving there is a fifth of an
inch crooked.

And that plastering?

Look at their ears.

You can let them know the next time you
see them.

No. No, it all looks wonderful, Mr
Raven. I couldn't be happier with the

work the boys have done, honestly.

Is that you, Wally? Are your ears
burning?

What are you doing here, boy?

I have a message for Mrs Green.

From who?

From Mr Brungish, Mr Raven.

What?

He came out of Hothouse and handed you a
note?

No, he leaned out of the window and told
me to go and give this to Mrs Green.

I don't see how this can be for me.

I've never spoken to Mr. Brundish, ever.
I can't believe he even knows my name,

and whenever I run into him on the
headland, he always goes off like a

shot, as if he's just seen a ghost.

Well, I certainly know you are.

Finds out about everything that happens
in town. Don't know how he does it.

Don't you worry about the envelopes'
black edges?

You ordered those envelopes back around
1919, when they were all returning from

the First War, and... Mrs.

Brundish died.

During their honeymoon.

Oh, yes.

How did she die?

She was down crossing the marshes.

She'd gone to pick some blackberries to
bake a pie for Mr Brundish.

Dear Madam.

I would like to wish you well.

Back in my great-grandfather's day,
there was a bookseller in the high

street who, if my memory serves me
correctly, knocked out one of his

customers with a desk pad when he became
annoying.

There'd been some delay in the arrival
of the latest instalment of a new novel.

I believe, I believe it was Dombey and
Son.

As of that day, no one has plucked up
courage enough to sell books in this

forsaken coin of the world.

It is a great honour you do us.

I should undoubtedly visit your shop one
day if I ever went out, but nowadays I

rather make a point of never doing that.

In spite of everything, should you deem
some literary novelty worthy, please

don't hesitate to send it to me.

In the case of biographies, it's better,
I find, if they're about good people.

Whereas novels are much more interesting
if they're about nasty people.

Please have the same boy who delivered
this letter bring them to me with a

note, obviously, indicating their price.

Yours, respectfully, Edmund Brandish.

My first customer.

Come round later and I'll give you a
package for Mr. Brundage. Thank you,

Mrs. Green.

You'll probably need a bright young
helper in the afternoons in case it gets

busy.

I was thinking of one of the Giffen
girls.

Mrs. Giffen is more or less up to date
on the matter and I thought about asking

her which of her daughters might suit
you the best.

I think her youngest, Christine.

They're clever, but she probably
wouldn't give her up to you for that

precise reason.

Get off the thing. Close the mouth.

Fahrenheit 451.

What kind of book is this?

You're Christine Gipping, aren't you?

I would have thought your older sister
would have... My elder sister spends all

her time with Charlie Cutts. In fact...

On my way over here, I saw their bikes
hidden under fallen leaves over by the

crossroads. You won't have any trouble
like that with me, though.

Those things aren't happening to me yet.

And I find boys to be repulsive.

Um, and what about your other sister?

She spends all her time at home, minding
Margaret and Peter.

They're the little ones.

You mustn't think I don't want to bother
you for the job. It's just... That you

don't really look old enough.

Or strong enough.

That's hard to say after first glance.

You look old, but you don't look strong.

It's all the same anyway.

We're all available.

But my eldest sister will be absent from
work half the time, and the middle one

won't show up.

Just a warning.

And I should also let you know, I don't
like reading. I like geography and

maths.

I'll come round this afternoon and
discuss things with your mother.

And don't worry, I won't force you to
read.

As you wish.

All she'll say is that I can work every
day after school and all day Saturday.

And you can't pay me less than 12
shillings and six pence a week.

Oh, and to tell me to shut up if I speak
too much.

And what about your homework?

Oh, I can do that when I get home.

After tea.

Is that your cardigan?

Did you knit it yourself?

It looks like it would have been very
difficult.

It was in the magazine Women's Issue,
but the instructions were for short

sleeves.

You have no children, Mrs Green?

No.

Should I have?

I don't know.

People always say life is passed by
women who have no children.

There aren't enough cards on display, so
I put some more out.

Hmm.

They really should be ordered into
romance and nature, don't they?

Um, is this what you call romance?

Oh, God.

What are these?

I haven't seen them before. Those sales
reps really don't know what they're

sending you.

But we've got to throw them away.

I'm sure there's a few people in this
village who wouldn't mind getting these

posted through their letterbox.

Right. A what?

Stop looking for things.

Corrupted.

Where's the bin?

Don't throw them in the bin.

Why

is

Christine so late?

Because she's been working for this
lady.

Why?

Because she has a shop full of books for
people to read.

Why?

I don't know.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Gimping.

Come in, Mrs. Green.

Let's have a talk.

I'm not sure if Christine's already
spoken to you about the 12 shillings.

Yes, yes, yes, she did.

Dear Madam, spare yourself the trouble
of sending more books of poetry or

spuriously complicated novels.

Please, at your earliest convenience,
send more books by Ray Bradbury.

Yours respectfully, Edmund Brundage.

Very soon, Mrs Green's business began to
thrive.

Her days were fully occupied from
morning to night.

And for a short time, she forgot about
everything concerning Mrs. Gamert and

her plans to turn an old house into an
art center.

Good morning, Miss.

Hello, Wally. Thank you. Do me this
favour.

Here you are.

Would you like to come on an outing,
Christine?

I can't. We've got new stock arriving
tomorrow.

Okay, then. Goodbye.

Wouldn't you like to go on an outing?

I like Wally, but... Yes, I know, you
did tell me you find boys repulsive.

But believe me, you'll get over it.

Yeah, I suppose.

It's just, I prefer to be here, in the
bookshop with you.

It's fun working here.

Even if I don't like reading.

Miss Green, there's dirt on the car.

We must let them browse. It's part of
the tradition of a bookshop.

Yes, they leave everything in such a
mess and don't buy anything.

Miss?

Florence?

It's the North.

What is the pride?

Seems Violet isn't going to get her own
way.

Has she stopped by here yet?

We haven't been open very long. She
will.

She'll appear eventually.

She's far too much self-respect not to.

I'm sure she is simply dying of
curiosity.

She'll be quite welcome.

Are you making any money yet?

Not yet.

You really need something like this.

This is volume one.

Is there a volume two?

Yes. But I've, um, lent it to someone.
Or left it somewhere.

You should keep them together.

It's a set.

Lolita.

Have you read it? Is it any good?

It'll make you rich, Florence.

Yes, but is it any good? I only stop
good novels. I don't move fast, you

know. What is Graham Greene to the
masterpiece?

There are days you think otherwise.

Thank you for suggesting it. I sometimes
feel the need of good advice. You're

very kind.

You're always making that mistake.

Until next time.

We have the blue one at home. It has
Westminster Abbey on it.

But it goes all the way round the tin.

I'll put the heat on.

Mum says those power from heat sound
very safe.

They're not dangerous, as far as you
remember.

Clean them out properly.

And you don't pour the liquid in from
both sides at once.

You must never do that.

Ever. Do you hear me?

I like this old tray.

You could leave it to me in your will.

What?

I don't think I really want to start
thinking about my will just yet.

But when I do, I'll try to remember
that.

You will?

Are you sure?

Is the tray from Japan?

No, it's Chinese lacquer.

My grandfather brought it back from
Nanking.

He was a great traveller.

I don't think they even make... lacquer
like this in China anymore.

I was wondering if you'd like me to help
you with your schoolwork or something.

We could read things together maybe.
There's nothing to read. They gave you

some pictures and say which one's the
odd one out.

Or they give you some numbers like 8, 5,
11, 9,

22 and 16.

And you have to say which one comes
next.

I'm beginning to know which one came
next.

You're not cold, are you?

No.

That mine is a ferret.

He smiles just like a ferret. I wish
he'd just go to hell.

You're too nice.

He's a nasty piece of work. When I'm
older, I'm going to try and be like him.

It's much more practical.

I know you don't like reading, but
there's a book I'm afraid you must read.

What's it about?

It is about good pirates and evil
children.

Promise me you'll just at least open it
one day. Well, if you let me have the

Chinese tray in your world, I can try.

Deal.

Dear Mr. Brandis, In close, you will
find a copy of a novel that has just

been published.

Lolita.

I must confess my bewilderment with it.

I'd like to know your sincere opinion of
it and ask for a bit of advice.

Do you think it's a suitable book to be
sold in my bookshop?

Yours sincerely, Florence Green.

Here. If you don't like the book,
there's no need to pay for it.

Stop it, stop it, stop it.

Hello, Mrs. Giffing. Is everything all
right?

I thought you should know as soon as
possible.

Mr. Brandish has asked me to deliver my
fruitcake on Sunday.

And he's also asked me to ask you if
you'd like to stop by Hothouse for tea

that same afternoon.

This Sunday?

Why, yes.

Yes.

Yes, all right.

Yes,

I'll send him a note. Thank you for the
message, Mrs Keble. I've never delivered

a cake to Mr Brandish before.

I hope this doesn't become a habit.

Mrs Green, is it true? Are you having
tea at Holt House this Sunday? Yes, Mrs

Keble, it is true.

Is there something I should know before
I go there? Mrs Green?

Mrs Devon, how's Mr Devon?

Still having trouble finding a bar for
the fish shop, I gather. I think. I bet

the General and Mrs Gamart are seething
about the matter.

They've never been invited to Holt's
house, you know.

Oh, yes, I've heard.

So, Holt's house for tea, eh?

He so jealously guards his privacy after
the tragic death of his beloved wife.

Well, I...

Sent him some books and asked for advice
about the bookshop. Did you know? Oh,

right.

Wow.

Well, I should get back there, I
suppose.

Tipping down at him. Cats and dogs.

Good afternoon.

Oh, good afternoon.

Why is there a bookshop?

What do you mean, advice?

Come into the dining room.

You asked me a question.

Yes, I did.

About a new novel.

You were thoughtful enough to ask me a
serious question, thinking I would be

impartial.

You undoubtedly thought I was quite
alone in the world.

Never. I did not for one second. I
imagine you've been told all kinds of

things about me. All bad.

No.

Really?

I am a widower, I'm sure you've been
told. I imagine you've also been told

that my wife died whilst gathering
blackberries to make me a pie, which is

the latest version going around town.
Well, none that have been

circulating are true.

She didn't drown?

No.

In the...

sixth month of our marriage we both,
having been best of friends, decided

that a friendly separation would be for
the best.

She lives in London.

I haven't seen her for 45 years but
according to my information she's still

in very good health.

Although apparently she's put on quite a
lot of weight.

She always loved sweets.

Although I can never remember her baking
a cake in her life.

I suppose for the people of Harborough,
it's more picturesque to imagine Holt

House inhabited by a mourning widower.
As you already know, literature

has done a lot of damage.

Those Dan Bronte sisters, for example.

by whom you have not included a single
copy in those packages to me, for which

I am ever so grateful.

I imagined you would have read them
already.

One of the Gipping girls, the third one,
lends you a hand in your shop, I

believe, and that is all the assistance
you have at your disposal.

I have a bookkeeper who comes in from
time to time and then there's my

solicitor. Tom Thornton, you won't get
very far with that one.

Can't say I'm very fond of Mr. Thornton.

You know, Mr. Brandish, there is a
certain responsibility about

trying to run a bookshop.

I imagine there is, especially if not
everyone approves of it.

There are certain people who are rather
put out by your bookshop,

Mrs. Green.

I refer to Violet Gamert, who had other
plans for the old house and who now, it

seems, has taken further offences,
hasn't he?

I'm sure that she means well.

Means well.

Violet Gamert.

That harpy.

What she wants is an arts centre.

Now, I ask you, what the hell does this
damn village need with an arts centre?

And how could art have a centre, but
she's got it into her head that it does,

and that's the reason she wants to get
rid of you. And she won't stop until she

does.

She can't do that.

It's my bookshop.

It's my home.

People like Violet Gamert have made me
what I am.

Mrs Green.

Thanks to her connections and
acquaintances, Mrs Gammett is a very

powerful woman. Does that not concern
you?

No.

May I get back to the reason for my
visit?

I'm thinking of making a first order of
Lolita of 250 copies, which

would be a considerable risk.

Of course, I'm not consulting you in a
business sense. That would be quite

wrong. All I want to know, before I put
in the order, is whether you think it is

a good book and whether you think it is
right that I should sell it in

Hartborough.

I do not attach.

as much importance as you do, I dare
say, to the notions of right and wrong.

I have read Lolita, as you asked me to.

It is a good book, and therefore I think
you should try and sell it to the people

of Harvard. They won't understand it,
but that's all for the best.

Understanding makes the mind lazy.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Brandish.

Well, I've given you my opinion.

Let me tell you what it is I admire
about human beings.

What I value most.

is the one virtue they share with gods
and animals and which I will therefore

no longer refer to as a virtue. I mean

courage.

And you, Mrs. Green, possess that
quality in

abundance.

I would like...

You make me believe once more in things.

Things I thought...

for the team and to punish everything
was delicious.

Well, please, come again when you wish.

And good luck with Lolita.

Yes, thank you.

I mustn't let myself worry. Well,
there's life, there's hope.

God, what a horrifying thought.

Thank you.

Pure advice, Mr. Brundish.

My pleasure.

Do you think dandelion wine will be
coming soon?

I must say, I can't thank you enough for
introducing me to Ray Bradbury.

We'll have Wally bring it round.

Or maybe I will bring it.

I would like that very much.

We've never had so many of the same one
before.

Such a long one.

This book is already famous, Christine.

Everybody's heard of it.

Well, I don't suppose they ever expected
they'd be able to buy it here in

Harvard.

What they won't expect is to find 250
copies.

You really lost your head over this one.

4th of September, 1959.

Dear Mrs. Green, I have in my possession
a letter from John Drury

& Co., legal representative of Mrs.
Violet Garmick of the Stead,

to the effect that the current state of
your window display is attracting

rather undesirable attention from both
potential and actual customers.

Their client likewise assures that she
feels personally affronted by the fact

that she, in her position as Justice of
the Peas and Chairman of numerous

committees, list and close to you with,
must carry out her shopping

expeditiously.

Dear Mr. Thornton, you have been my
solicitor now for several years, which

allows me to infer that acting for me...
means acting energetically on my behalf.

Have you even seen the window displayed
for yourself?

Dear Mrs. Green, in response to your
message on the 5th of September, I have

attempted on two occasions to approach
your shop window, but found it

impossible. People from all around
the... Yes, Mrs. Green.

Dear Mr. Thornton,

what exactly is your advice, then?

Yours truly, Florence Green.

I think we should eliminate the
agglomeration. Stop your customers from

assembling in the narrowest part of the
high street before any formal complaint

is made.

And I also think we should put an end to
the sale of this banal and

sensationalistic novel by V. Nabokov
that has given rise to so many

complaints.

Yes, Miss Green.

Dear Mr Thornton, a good book is the
precious distillation of a master spirit

embalmed and preserved for the purpose
of achieving a life beyond life, which

is why it is, undoubtedly, a necessary
commodity.

Yours sincerely, Florence Green.

Dear Madam, with regard to your request
for an express prohibition concerning

Mrs Florence Green... Dear Madam...

With regard to your request, we regret
to inform you that after having been

duly advised, it would be better to talk
this matter.

As a reported crowd, things have been
curbed by the local police.

Deepest apologies, Mrs. Gamert.

Why won't you come to London? Oh, I
can't think of anything worse than

living in London. You know how I feel
about people.

I mean, look at this. Look at this. It's
absolutely stunning.

Well, I'm not staying here.

What do you mean you're not staying?
Where are you going?

Oh, for goodness sake, you have to just
keep storming off.

What? Wait, just be careful, otherwise
you're going to flip.

Hold on, wait.

What on earth are you doing sitting
there, Florence?

I don't know why I go for walks. Walks
are for pensioners, and I should get to

work. Is there room on that step for me?

I'm Cathy, Mrs Green.

Florence told me so much about you.

Cathy, I wouldn't believe that there are
any nice spots in Harbour, so...

I brought her out here to see for
herself.

And what is it that you do at the BBC,
Cathy?

I work for the RPD. Oh.

Recorded Programme Department.

Monitoring expenses.

Not exactly exciting.

Well... We've just been for lunch with
Violet Gamart.

Yeah, gave her a chance to not
disapprove of us.

Mrs Gamart is very kind.

Well, not... I like kind people.

Yeah, except for Florence.

Don't flatter me.

I get the feeling you work less and less
every day.

Don't forget the BBC's a corporation and
your salary is paid for with public

funding. Catty deals with that.

She's in charge of my expenses, she.

You're not cold, my darling.

Perhaps it's time we also pootle off
back to our humble abode and leave

Florence alone, lost in her thoughts.

I think I'll stay here a little longer.

As long as I'm not bothering you. No,
not at all.

Myler told me you're a widow.

Yes. Yes, I am.

A widow.

That's a strange, dark word, don't you
think?

My husband died, um, 16 years ago.

How did you meet?

We met at a bookshop, actually.

In London.

We were in love from the first moment.

We had to organize and classify the
poetry section together at Muller's.

He used to read aloud to me every night.

Peeps and George Eliot and Thackeray.

Never give a lady a restive horse.

We loved that one.

We were very happy.

Busy doing a million things and nothing.

And then the war came.

But I still have his letters, all his
letters, and I can still

hear his voice in my head when I read
them.

Milo didn't do you justice when he
described you to me.

Oh, dear.

Spare me from Milo's appraisal. I don't
think I want to know what he thinks of

me. I still don't know what he thinks of
me.

Or if he feels something for me.

Or, for that matter, if he feels
anything at all.

I guess that's part of his thing.

Keeping you guessing all the time.

You know what they say?

With that kind of man, you'll never know
whether he's hiding a rich inner world

or... absolutely nothing.

He'll never read it out.

Aardvay! So your bill is already having
its third reading. Excellent.

And I have you to thank for all your
inspiration, Aardvay.

Whatever do you mean?

The idea came to me during your party
last spring.

Your wonderful campaign in favor of an
art center could become a reality with a

bill like this.

And other communities could benefit as
well from philanthropy such as yourself.

Well, I've only done what I felt was
right.

The Access to Places of Public Value
Bill will make sure that town councils

can acquire their historic properties by
compulsory purchase for public use.

Isn't it wonderful?

Oh, I'm sure your father's smiling down
on us from heaven with great pride at

this very moment.

I'm just so glad we arranged to meet a
day of all days.

Precisely when the bill has been
approved.

Do you fancy fish for lunch?

I know a wonderful place round the
corner.

I'm afraid living in Hardborough puts
you off eating fish anywhere else. It's

so fresh down there.

So true.

Spot of tea, then?

Perfect.

Then I shall continue with what I was
doing. I have a sick friend who needs my

attention. You're such a wonderful and
generous woman, aren't I?

Hurry on with your work.

Heads down.

Eyes down. Come on with your work.

No need to get up, children.

I'm the inspector.

No, you're not.

I'm sorry. I don't believe I know you.

This is Trill.

The name is Shepard.

If you'd be so kind, you may examine my
certificate from the Ministry of

Education Authority.

It authorises me, under the Shocks Act
of 1950, to visit any school where I

have cause to believe that there are
children studying who also engage in

some sort of work.

Work? I can assure you they'd all love
to have a job.

Outside of family businesses and
newspaper deliveries, you tell me what

else awaits them out there.

And by the way...

I don't remember you ever visiting here
before.

Well, due to staff shortages, our visits
are not quite as frequent as we would

like them to be.

So who suggested you come this time?

There is only one who has a steady job
after school.

Christine Gipping, who works regularly.

Where?

The old house bookshop.

Stand up, Christine.

If you'll excuse me.

This is the girl?

Yes. Would you mind coming with me?

Good day.

Good day.

I don't want you to think I hold
anything against you.

The law is the law. That's the main
thing I came to say.

Experience is important.

The dropouts will say they won't hire us
for that experience, but where can we

get it?

But we always tell Christine that if she
needs references, she only has to come

to you.

Yes, of course.

All she has to do is ask.

Christine's a wonderful girl, Mrs.
Gipping, and I'm very, very, very fond

of her.

But now she'll have an opportunity to
concentrate on her studies.

She doesn't want to give up her own
money.

No, of course not, but I suppose after
what happened at the school... Well,

we've been looking around a bit, and we
hope they'll be hiring her to work on

Saturdays at that new bookshop.

New bookshop.

Yeah, they all open very soon, you know.
In Devon's.

The fish shop.

I had no idea.

You really must keep an eye on the
competition, Mrs Green.

You will give Christine those
references, won't you?

She had no way of knowing this, but the
new bookshop was not an enterprise like

her own, but an investment by the
simple-minded Lord Godfield on the

advice of the General and Mrs. Gamut.

Thank you for coming, Mrs Green. No need
to thank me, Mr Keble.

Do you realise how very little working
capital you have at present? Yes.

It's rather difficult not to notice.

I dare say things have taken quite a dip
in your business of late, haven't they?

Well, I thought you might like to know
there's a possible buyer for your shop.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Cabell, the shop is not to sell.

Message received.

Thank you for coming.

It has been an incalculable help.

Well.

I really shall miss you.

I don't want to go, you know.

I don't want to work in that other
bookshop.

My mother, she simply doesn't
understand. No, please.

You mustn't worry about that.

How can I not worry?

You can't run this place by yourself.

And no one in this village will help
you.

No, I... I shall manage. I absolutely...
I shall manage.

I do hope you'll come by from time to
time in the evenings.

I won't need the time.

Yeah, no.

No, of course you'll be busy.

I've got something for you.

Now you won't have to wait until my
funeral.

You're so kind, Mrs Grace.

You're so bloody kind.

Good afternoon, Florence.

Mrs. Green.

Mr. Brandish.

How are things coming along down there?

Um... I think you know as well as I do,
don't you?

Indeed, I do know. Some of it.

What do you intend to do?

Do?

Is there anything I can do?

Yes.

No.

Carry on.

That's what I was going to do.

Florence, I would very much like to have
met you at another time in my life.

in another life altogether.

But I'm going to do what small thing is
in my power to help you.

It's a foundation.

It's very warming to hear and I so

appreciate.

I, um... You might... There's nothing
you... I will

have a word with her. I will talk to
that woman.

She might just listen. She might... put
an end to this loathsome harassment.

You'd really do that?

Really?

Come out of your seclusion for me?

Indeed I will.

I don't know that it shall be of much
use, but I'm willing.

I could just put a bullet through it,
but...

I'm

not sure that would be to your liking.

I don't know how to ever thank you.

That's the most noble gesture

anyone's ever made for me.

You work too hard, Florence.

I try to concentrate.

Please put those down. They've only just
come in. I haven't checked them yet.

Surely you have to succeed if you give
everything you have.

I can't see why.

Everyone gives it everything they have,
eventually.

We all die.

Dying is hardly success.

Too young to bother about dying.

I believe Cathy might snuff it.

She wastes so much energy.

How is Kathy?

No idea.

Matter of fact, she's left me.

She's gone to live with someone else. In
Wantage.

He works in World Service.

I'm opening my heart to you.

So... We're having a special moment,
aren't we?

I suspect we've told everyone else in
Harborough who lives in here.

Yeah, but it affects you particularly
because I'll have so much more free time

as of now.

I'll be able to work here part-time as
your assistant.

I guess you must miss that little girl.

Christine had a great deal while she was
here and she was extremely nice with the

customers. Not as nice as I can be.

So, um... How much can you pay me?

I gave Christine 12 shillings and
sixpence a week. I don't feel able to

offer any more than that at the moment.

If you're interested in the job, you may
come by in the afternoons for a few

weeks and try it out.

Trial period.

But please only remember I didn't offer
you the job, you asked yourself.

Has anyone ever told you you have a
marvellous pair of ankles?

Oh, do shut up.

Shower down thy love, oh burning bright.

For one night or the other night will
come the gardener in white.

And gathered flowers are dead.

Christine!

You better watch out, Mr. Noss.

What unpleasant expressions they teach
you in that school.

I didn't come here to see people of...

Your thought.

Why, um... Why are you not helping Mrs
Green anymore?

She misses you.

She's got you, hasn't she?

You're always in and out.

They say they won't let her keep the
bookshop.

They say?

Who say?

You say? You know very well who.

You have other plans for the old house.

Why do you even care, you little shrimp?

They say she can't keep it.

He'll go after her.

He'll take her to court.

She'll have to swear to tell the truth.

The whole truth and nothing but the
truth.

Well, we must hope that it doesn't come
to that.

I never had time to sit around when I
was her assistant.

No wonder.

You're a child.

Or a woman.

Neither of them have any idea of how to
relax.

You'd just better watch out.

I've come to get this. It belongs to my
mum.

Give me a moment

What

a

pleasant surprise Mr. Brandeis.

Oh, please, have a seat.

Thank you.

I have come to ask you something. I
don't know if this is the proper way to

do so, but I can't think of a better
one.

If you're not in the mood for questions,
you should say so now.

Would you like some tea?

I don't want your tea.

I want you to leave Florence Green
alone.

Did she ask you to come see me?
Certainly not.

She is simply a woman who wants to keep
a bookshop.

If Mrs. Green has reason to complain, I
suppose she should turn to a solicitor.

though I believe she's rather given to
changing her legal advice. The bookshop

is drafty, impossible to mortgage a
second time, and from what I've heard,

damp. Leave her alone. The woman's done
nothing to you.

Has it not occurred to you, as someone
who must be extremely concerned about

the welfare and future of this place,
that a building of such historical

interest could be put to a better use?

Old age is not the same thing as
historical interest, otherwise you and I

would be far more interesting than we
are. I repeat.

I want you to leave my friend Florence
Green alone.

Alone!

Well, it appears your friend has failed
to take the law into

consideration, something which I've
observed on several occasions.

If that is the case, I can have nothing
to say on the matter.

The law will have to take its course.
Are you referring to a law that didn't

exist a year ago and that Parliament
approved behind our backs?

I'm talking about an order for
compulsory purchase or an eviction,

which is the proper term. Did you put
your precious nephew up to drafting that

bill? I won't deny my nephew's bill may
affect the bookshop. As it is essential,

the premises must have remained empty
for five years.

That would undoubtedly apply to the old
house.

But there are so many regulations.

To be considered, Mr. Brandish, ordinary
mortals like myself, and of course like

you, would hardly know where to begin.

I am in politics and subsequently am
fairly familiar with bureaucracy, but

this goes way beyond me.

We wouldn't even know how to find the
right person to write to. Madam, I know

perfectly well who to write to.

Over the past years, if I'd not made it
my business to know, I would have lost

several hundred acres of marshes and
farming land and two bumping mills.

That's why I'm certain that if nothing
has been done so far, we can still form

a common front against them.

We can certainly think of ways of making
the move easier if it is actually made.

There are still plenty of other places
to let.

In larger towns than Hartford. That's
not what I'm talking about. You should

be talking about what I'm talking about.

I wish I could

do something more.

I assume then that you intend to do
nothing.

You get it?

I can't answer that question, yes or no.

I suspect that by outrageous you mean
unexpectedly offensive, and the truth is

you have been fairly offensive, but
also... repulsive, Mrs

Gamert.

That is, you've behaved exactly as I
expected.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, General.

You couldn't like a book, would you?

Not exactly.

I just came to say... a good man has
left

us.

I believe you knew

Edmund Brundage quite well, did you not?

I feel it, though, I did. Well, I never
crossed words with him at all.

He was in the First Mess, of course.

But not in the Suffolks.

He signed up for the Air Force, I
believe.

He wanted to fly.

How odd.

It was also odd that he came to see us
that very morning.

He wanted to speak to your wife, I
imagine.

Yes, you're quite right.

Violet told me all about it.

He made a great effort to go see her.

To congratulate her on her idea.

I'm referring to the...

Art Centre.

I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to speak
to him.

I must say, I would never have imagined
him being interested in art.

But well, a good man has left us.

Anyone could suffer an attack like that
if you think about it.

You mustn't be late for your

lunch party, General.

Leave my house and don't ever come back.

And please, don't you or your wife ever
again malign.

A man who had more dignity, sensitivity
and

compassion than either of you will have
in your time.

Don't ever say his name again.

And forget mine.

But she... Violet... Leave!

So it seems that I have been evicted by
the city of Flintmarket.

As we mentioned during our last phone
conversation, it seems there is a new

Parliament Bill.

which allows Flint Market Council to
take over ownership of the old house.

Yes.

And I should like to know, if I may,
where the council obtained the funds

necessary to throw me out.

They apparently found a benefactor.

What concerns me is if the old house is
considered to be habitable or not.

If it turns out that it is unfit for
human habitation, or indeed subsidence

is threatened...

Well, then it will be impossible to
demand compensation.

You won't see a penny.

I'm inhabiting it, and I'm still human.

It's not even as damp as all that. In
the summer, it's really quite dry, and

in midwinter, it's... Here is an
inspection of the cellars, according to

which the property is standing in half
an inch of water.

Sorry, what... What inspection?

I...

I wasn't informed of any inspection, I
don't think.

Apparently, on several occasions, when
you were asking from the property, an

expert in masonry and plastering, a Mr
John Gipping, was sent by the council to

inspect the condition of the walls and
the cellars.

John Gipping?

Christine's father?

We assume he entered peaceably. I don't
remember letting him in myself.

Oh, your assistant.

Mr. Milo North?

Everyone would assume he acted as your
servant and was following your

instructions.

Have you any comments?

What leaves us in a difficult position?

the fact that Mr North has also signed a
statement according to which the level

of dampness in the property has affected
his health, making him unable to accept

any type of ordinary employment.

Why?

There is no why.

They asked me persistently, so, you
know, I simply thought, let's do it.

Well, if you're looking for a new
assistant, I understand Christine is

available. She's no longer working at
the new bookshop.

She tried to sell Lolita to the vicar.

Lauren.

For years to come, I will remember how
she tried to smile looking at the book I

had in my hands.

Then, she realized what I had done.

She had fulfilled the dream, and they'd
snatched it away from her.

But what she possessed, deep down, was
something no one could ever take away

from her.

Her courage.

And it was that courage, and her passion
for books, that she bequeathed to me.

along with a Chinese lacquered tray.

How right she was when she said that no
one ever feels alone in a

bookshop.

Horace.

Go with the flow of the river, but if I
shiver,

just take me in your arms.

Show me the steps of the mambo, but if I
stumble,

just take me in your arms.

Baby, don't tell me stories of ancient
glory.

Just take me in your arms.

There's a whole world to discover, my
precious lover.

Just take me in your arms.