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Thank you, Hugh.

Bye, Dot.

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...

such a good marriage.

It is

in the original binding, sir.

No 18th century books were leather-bound by

the publishers.

You'll think about it.

Right, thank you.

Goodbye.

He'll think about it.

1,100 pounds?

That's right.

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.

Don't you remember?

120 Days of Sodom.

The Sade with the original covers.

Intrigues and Confessions of a Ballet Girl.

1,100

pounds?

For curious books?

A letter from Sam in Australia.

For Dad.

Sorry.

Didn't want to upset you.

I was going to answer it.

I'm quite capable of answering it myself.

You 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.

Are we eating 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.

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.

Well, they're hardly the sort of books that

are kept on the open shelf, Mr. Standing.

We supplied them.

What Dr. Standing did with them afterwards...

When was the original invoice?

Doesn't it say?

No.

Standing.

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 scenes enacted by well-known

personages from the theatrical, medical and military professions,

and a full disclosure of secret and amateury

doings in the dressing rooms, under and upon

the stage, in the light and in the

dark, by one who has had her share.

Tabo.

Rune Rappers.

London, 1870.

One of 16, with prints on Japan paper.

My father couldn't have ordered that.

It's quite, quite impossible.

But find our confidential list of customers.

Quite, quite impossible, too.

You 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 what we're owed.

You disgust me, Mr Stanley.

We simply supply demand.

Don't condemn us for a side of your

father you didn't know about.

We sent 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 Lord's a mess.

That horrible moss is back underneath the perch.

I'm talking to you again.

I used to talk to you so much.

I can't stop now.

Hello?

Memoire de la Baronne de Bruce.

Ah.

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 Standing.

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 clandestine outlet?

If he was bad, nobody's surprised he ordered

the books.

Foolproof.

I knew there was a son.

We agreed widows on their own.

There aren't enough.

He suspected something.

Never.

Standing.

Ralph Pierce, FRCS, OBE.

I'm the second of August, dearly beloved husband

of Helen Mary, father of Paul, services in

Agnes Sturgester, ninth of August, deck 245.

The M-R-I-P.

There's the international banker.

He died in New York.

Oh, yes.

Shame.

What about this one?

Donations to the Musicians' Benevolent Fund.

Well, no money in music.

Listen!

Halesworth Brown, Anthony Frederick, headmaster of Gleetham Royal

School.

Do you remember that caning scandal?

Just a widow.

The Sardegame.

Yes.

We can match Mr. Halesworth Brown's private taste

to his public character with some accuracy.

There's that one about the count being broken

on the wheel.

Memoir de la Baron de Bruce.

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. Standing.

I told you she has a heart condition.

I can't possibly leave her.

You can post the money.

No, 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'm afraid that is impossible, Mr. Standing.

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 asleep 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 out 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's 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.

I know what time it is.

We passed a garage.

Just round the...

I couldn't fix it.

It's a bit late now.

Gone three.

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 the garage.

Three crows sitting on a fence.

Did we?

Where?

It's all very well you laughing at my

premonitions.

They're usually right.

If you make one every day, some are

bound to be.

No.

Let's go back.

We can't go back now.

Why not?

Tell me a flaw.

Go on.

One flaw.

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. Standing.

Very good.

Have you the statement and the receipt?

The money, Mr. Standing.

They're in hundreds.

Two.

Four.

Six.

Eight.

A thousand.

And one hundred.

Thank you, Mr. Standing.

Very much.

So much nicer than legal unpleasantness, which only

profits...

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.

I could have dealt with you in the

police station.

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.

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