We simply must be brave, mustn't we? Heaven knows it'll be hard. It'll be
beastly. But we're strong people, Tony. You and.
I. And what we feel for each other, it'll endure. It will endure.
So I shall stay in my shop,
you and yours. And all I ask is that you don't grow to
hate me. How could I hate you, Madeline? You mean
everything to me. What the hell was that?
Billy, what was that? Just a car backfiring, I think, miss.
That sounded like a pistol. It didn't sound like already pistol.
You alright my bet. Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm just a bit tired.
Of course, darling. You must be. Tell you what, how about a proper dinner
after this like we used to before the war?
Oh, yeah. That would be wonderful. None of this canteen muk. No offense.
Sandra, are you okay? Yes. Yes, Jesse. I'm fine. Don't fast.
How was my pout at the end? Was it? I could do with a dab, actually.
M only wears victory red. Besame, please. Can we just stop faffing and get
on with it? Mary, thank you. Yes, we do. Right.
Right. At Astra Paraspera, we must have bodies.
Still, stop it. I've got to concentrate. Have quiet.
Love Lawn in London. Scene 28. Take three.
Action. We simply must be brave, mustn't we?
Heaven knows it'll be hard. It'll be feasty.
I was strong for my future.
Oh my.
And this is on his bedroom wall. Rose red and rolled gold. I said to him,
Stewart, Stew, I said, you are just like this paper. You're so strong and modern.
He handled this very role.
Can I touch it? Uh,
I shouldn't really, but um Well, since your extras in my cake shop,
this is the last thing he sees when he gets into bed. Yes. And the first thing
he sees when he gets up in the morning and his hair's all disarranged.
It's 14 shillings.
Tell you what, it's a bit irregular, but um
I could let you have a sample for well six pence, say, and then you could keep
a little reminder of him wherever you go.
Oh, yes.
Keep change. Thank you,
Mr. Book. Didn't expect a welcoming committee. I thought I'd better prepare
you for what? There have been some changes since you went away on your long
errand, Jack. Oh, by the way, it's old Belra's first folio. What do they say?
Is it genuine? As his teeth.
Oh dear.
What the hell? Close.
Hollywood. Or rather, the nearest England can get to it. Yes, Jack. We're
going to be in pictures. All right, then. Let's hear it whenever
you're ready. Life and death. The whole world is here
in this little patch of London town. You going to do it like that?
Life and death. The whole world here in this little.
No, I think we'll just lose the line. I'm already worried about the mustache.
You'll be smashing in the background there.
Let's take 10. 10 minutes all 10 minutes. Billy.
Narina. Rather jumpy this morning, isn't she?
Our dear Sandra. We worked on hours in the picture
business. Narina. Oh, don't I know it. And it must be so
hard to keep that from telling on the faces of your stars.
If you'll excuse me. Just the exteriors are being done here.
You understand? The rest is at Lady Hurst. That's the studios. You see, I
know all the jargon. Who's in it? Morning, Mr. B. Good morning.
Stuart Howard. Yes, ma'am.
I like him. He must pass me by entirely, I'm afraid. He plays the hero. The
idealistic young bookshop owner in love with the girl next door. Did you never
see him in that submarine picture? He went mad and try to throttle everyone. I
mean, it was proper sweaty. A lash.
Well, who else? Patience. You've literally arrived halfway through this
picture, and you've yet to set eyes on our leading lady, who's also Stuart's
fianceé. Is real life fiance. Sandra there.
She's using my room. They can candered my thing so she can do her mascara, sip
her, vishi water, whatever it is these people do. I had a cigarette card of her
before the war, of course. Ah,
Mr. Book. Ah, you're getting too much in your way, I
trust. Not at all. Certainly an education.
Larry Olivier calls film an anemic little medium and such a crashing snob.
For he today would shed his blood with me shall be my brother. Be he so vile.
Cherish when they gave him the Oscar. Jack, this is Mr. Mckendrich.
Delighted. Oh, and here's Nora. The gang's all
here. So, you're the director
and the writer. I thought you'd be older with a monle
and a writing court. Must believe everything you read in the
film magazines, young lady. I've seen you before.
Mr. Mckendendrick had a lot of green penguins from us last summer.
Oh yeah, you look different. It's the shorts.
I'm not wearing shorts. That's why you look different. Yes, you
a very busy bee. As I recall, you're always running about the place, weren't
you, Mr. McGinry? Jesse. Jesse.
Ah, hello, Narina. In search of material for your next article.
Always. Well, the bins around the back.
Aren't you going to introduce me? This is Mr. book from.
Oh, the apostrophe man. They subbed your sign.
I'm trying not to look. Would you by any chance be a member of His Majesty's.
Press? Nina Bean, picture goer. If you have
juicy tits, my door is open. I'll bear that in mind.
Fingers, but they're not real. Don't break a tooth.
It's lovely. And he has this
from his ceiling all the way down to his skirting boards.
Does he talk about her fianceé?
Does he say, "I don't like her anymore. She's too old for me."
No. Does he say she's so old it's like
kissing a leg of mutton? No. She's only 45. Thank you very much.
He says he was very excited about Love Lawn in London from the moment he saw
the script. And he's very excited about married life. Though he also adds, "One"
"must keep an open mind because who knows what fate may throw you away." Hear
that, Barbara? Heavens go it back. Barbara
home is the hunter. Oh my god.
Heat.
Hey,
hey, hey.
Uniform.
Inspector,
is this a sad one, Morris? Well, cuz I've been up all night with the razor
blade case. So, all right, let's have it. Film struck
girl extra dead on the counter. It's suspicious. I've shut down filming for
the time being. Have the parents been informed?
Yes, sir. Uh, she and her family didn't get on. Her friend said that's why she
spent so much time at the uh pictures.
Inspector book.
We are at home to death, it seems.
Oh, they're upstairs.
Royal appointment. What are they keeping from us, Stuart?
All this waiting is making me tired. Perhaps one should have a mask made.
A mask? The permanent RT smile.
They can do wonders with makeup. Now have Boris Carlo's number if you'd like.
Dearest Miss Dare, you don't know me, but I'm your most devoted admirer.
I wonder what they'll think. Loveorn in London.
Who? Them.
They'll buy it. They love us, don't they? Both of us.
They'll throw bottles at the screen.
Do you know what they shouted at the test of brief encounter?
Why doesn't she just kiss him? Only they didn't say kiss.
Relax, darling. There'll be another smash by the nation's most blissfully
engaged couple. Remember? And what a long engagement it's been.
Oh god, I can't wait to be back at the studio. Haven't you enjoyed a little
field trip? If we're back at Lady House, it gets
that dreadful narina bean out of my air. The studio has gates.
Fire breather of picturegoer. You know when you lift a stone or a
branch and suddenly all these ghastly, filthy, damp little monstrosities are
exposed to the daylight, scrabbling back into the shadows. Well, beneath them are
even worse filthy, damp little monstrosities.
And under there is Narina be sure been rather sweet to me.
Mhm. Well,
we got good news for her, don't we? Do we?
Deliveries. Oh,
our new three picture deal. Picture go exclusive.
Well,
what do you want? Barley sugar boy. I'm afraid there's been an accident.
The contents of a handbag. Melancholy, isn't it? Evidence of a
little life spilled on the floor.
Oh, what's this? You kiss your excess lipstick onto your
favorite star. I am takes all sorts.
This interests me. May I? Mhm.
Very carefully rammed. Tenderly, I'd say.
Well, they are still on the rationale. They look expensive. There are only
coppers in this purse. Troty. Yes.
Did they have money, these girls? Very little. So they didn't buy them.
I didn't notice the production reviving fancy confectionary.
No, the ferns bring them. Letters and presents. Sad little things
they've knitted. They're left through there. Billy brings them up to them.
Actually, he had a box of chocolates with him just now.
Puncture mark. Barbara was breathless. Troty. Yes.
Yes. And twitchy
strictly. Oh, hell's bells.
Poor girl. Someone's been at these.
Oh, darling. You shouldn't You You don't know where they've been.
Stop it. It's poison. Don't be absurd. They're by royal
appointment. I'm afraid it's true, sir. You You You didn't have any, did you,
mister? Oh, uh, no. No.
What about you, Mr. Howard? No. Not good. Have you ever received chocolates
like this before, mister? Uh, yes. All the time. My fans know
they're my favorite, but I never eat them.
It seems reasonable to assume then that you were the intended victim.
Intended victim? What does he mean, intended victim?
We're investigating the death of Barbara Malcolm. Yes, that unfortunate young
woman. Yes.
Oh my god. I have been sent some strange things in my time, but I would anyone
want to kill me? Billy, who gave you these chocolates?
Nobody. They were just with the usual mail. I always have to deal with it.
Well, anyone could have got at them. And Barbara and her friend presumably did.
Jesus Christ. We could have both died. What were you thinking about bringing
that muck up here? Sorry, Mr. Howard, but you told me to
bring Don't answer me back.
Going need to find myself a new assistant.
You all right, my love? It's a brutal question, mister, but I'm
afraid it must be asked. Do you have any idea who might want to
kill you? Can't this wait?
Yes, of course. He'd excuse us. Sir, out. I need to remind you that this
is an official murder investigation. Don't talk to the press.
There once was an actress called Dare whose allure was exceedingly rare. Her
chocolates were spiked with strictening, not nice. But it was Barbara that ate
them. Not fair. I hope we did the right thing letting
those people into the lane. Why did she?
I'm afraid it was money. Yes, my love. Those little pieces of
paper that keep us out of the small claims courts.
How much? 20 guineies
per week per DM
for 10 DMs.
The devil's going on out there? Bobby's swimming about like the cup final.
Ah, Mrs. Goodwin. Yes. I'm afraid there's been an
accident. Oh. Oh, nothing to do with Sandra Dare.
I hope. I heard she was in the neighborhood. Oh, so that's why we're
here. Always been a fan.
They don't want to hear about your juvenile antics, woman.
Miss Dale is perfectly sound, I'm happy to say. The scarlet pimpanel you heard
from us last time, wasn't it? I trust you enjoy it.
Oh, very much. I promised you the sequel.
I'm teeing off at quarter 2. Sorry.
Thinking I will repay.
What? That's the sequel to The Scarlet.
Pimpanel. Jack. Oh. Um,
underneath Hardy Perennials, the biography of Danton and the stack of
unpaid bills. Got anything on uh how to cook?
I beg your pardon. That's what she needs. Can hardly boil a ruddy egg.
How are your feet? Oh, how much better.
Oh, I'll wait in the car.
Ah, that's just a bob. Oh, and I put this to one side, too. Uh, on the house.
What is it? Oh, just a little play. Ipsson, A Doll's House. It's about a
woman who realizes she's rather trapped, unfulfilled.
Thought you might find it enlightening. Thank you,
Serio.
How's business been? Booming.
Goodbye to Bullin. All the Steuart Howard fans are mad for it.
Is he in the film version? That's what I'm telling them.
I uh better unpack. Oh, Jack, be a darling and fetch my bag
from my room, would you? It's the green one with the amber class.
Right.
You really think someone tried to kill me?
It really looks that way. Good God. At least we'll be back at Lady.
Hurst tonight. You sure you're okay to shoot?
Have to be, won't I? Dear dream, silly me. My memory. Sandra, are you
ready? Ready? My exclusive. Oh, excuse me. Um, I promised an
interview, Harold. Um, Marina, I can give you two minutes.
Necessary evil. I suppose one must feed the machine. Mr.
Ah, finally.
If you piece of kite, you know my motto. If nothing nice to
say, come and sit by me. And here you are, sitting by me.
Ah, yes, but I do have something nice to say. Narina.
Oh, Love Lawn in London is the first of a new three picture deal.
A deal Stuart and I have signed on for. Isn't that marvelous?
Marvelous. And you're shooting interiors at Lady.
House, aren't you? Not exactly MGM, is it? Ped. Oh, it'll
do nicely. You know the place though, don't you?
Made plenty of pictures there in the past. Like the one where you played the
simple crafter's daughter who married a duke.
Yes. And the one where you played a simple
fisherman's daughter who married a dude magnet.
Yes. I always forget what dude is. It's a kind of fiber. People make bags with
it. What's the first film you made there,
Sandra? At Lady Hurst. H um I don't know. Uh
springtime for Mary, I think. Oh, about a simple blacksmith's daughter
who married. All right.
I think it was quite a bit before that. Do you know our readers would be
fascinated to learn that not all Sandra Dear's pictures were talking pictures?
I love those old inter titles. Came the dawn and all that.
Or I can check the date later. Dear Dre, that is your real name, isn't it? The
one you used to go by. Dear Pedock, perhaps you should
concentrate on the present Narina. Where?
Someone is trying to kill me.
Jesse and I are taking Sandra for supper. Try to take her mind off things.
If that's not inappropriate under the circumstances.
Well, one must eat. Where are you going? Wheelers?
No, Camille's on the Strand. Good choice.
Don't have the oysters.
I saw them taking that girl away. I assumed it was an accident.
Poison chocolates. Really?
And they were intended for me. And that poor sad girl intercepted them. Oh god,
how's that for an exclusive? Tragic. And what an angle.
Oh, sorry. That was crash of me. But still,
what an angle. Well, there's your story, Narina.
Are you ready, darling? Oh, yeah. I was just leaving.
Congratulations on the new contract, Stuart.
Thank you.
Much to chew on. Always lovely to see you.
Bust the Lady Hursties in 5 minutes. 5 minutes everyone.
What are you waiting for? The last post.
Mr. Masterson son, what a pleasure to see you again.
Lena Bane looking lovely as ever. What can I do for you?
Here we go. Guitar.
We met through um picture goer. Me and Barbara, I mean there's lots of
correspondents. You see, like minded folk finding each other.
Some aren't to their fans. Some and the other big names, too.
There's a hairdresser I know who's putting on James Mason.
But you know, Stuart was our favorite. That's why we Why we chose to get jobs
as extras to get close? You're doing very well, my dear.
You admit to taking the chocolates?
Yeah. I'm awfully sorry. We just couldn't
resist them. We saw them there on the table in the bookshop. And I mean,
chocks, come on. It's been years. They were through there.
Yeah, just through there. What did you do with the note?
Note? Well, there was obviously an enclosure
of some kind. It's not there now. What did you do with it?
I I I I didn't see any note.
It was over there. Look on the table.
It's funny how easy it is to get close to them.
Sally Gray once brushed past me in the powder room at the Walsingham.
You opened the box. Maybe the card fell out. Do you have back issues?
Picture girl. I mean, of course.
January 35 onwards. Would you be so good as to let us have them? Of course.
I know that look.
Oh, dog. You a naughty boy.
This succession.
Well, I wouldn't say session, sir. He gives you full pay for that.
He does. He really can't. You're sure he knows about that? Yeah,
he does know where we are. Thank you, Miss Bruce. You've been most
helpful. Uh uh, Constable.
Thank you.
Well,
oh Stuart, oh Stewart, my love, there's so much I want to say to you. From that
moment on the submarine, I knew your look of concentration, your strength, we
were destined to love each other. Ship of shame. Good picture, that one.
They were meant for him.
We imagine we control our passions, but they direct us to the stars. We strive
despite adversity. They drive ordinary people to extraordinary actions like
like injecting strict mean into strawberry creams.
So Stuart, my own best darling, I implore you not to try. Follow your
heart. Break off your engagement and we can be together, you and I, my sweetest
boy, in life or in the cold, cold tomb of death. And if one proves impossible,
I'll take the other joyously. Well, that seems pretty clear. If the
writer can't have him, nobody can. So, we're looking for a film fanatic.
Fanatic being the word. That would be the obvious explanation.
All right, then. Bring me up to speed. What do we know about this film, Mil?
Stuart Howard, proof that smoldering Latin looks
sometimes occur spontaneously in Burman's.
He and Sandra have bound their careers together, the nation's sweethearts.
But hope can know the truth of it. He's an actor and he's young and ruthless and
rather over rewarded and appears to be hopelessly in love with someone else.
Who? Himself.
Then there's the Honorable Jesse Mckendrich. He lived in rooms on the
lane last year just for a few weeks. Rich boy slumbing it for the summer.
Ran up and down like a billy goat. He was always pounding the streets in his
cells. Left when it got cold, ran straight back
to daddy's place in Wiltshire, I think. I'm sure I looked it up.
And then we must presume wrote his script on the private lives of the
proletariat. Thank you so much for joining.
Good neighbor, was he? Didn't pay much attention to be honest.
I find that hard to believe. Well, he was obviously taking notes on
how to run a bookshop. And Miss Dash, she had a rich husband
who died, didn't she? Italian national. Is that why they went to the States?
Well, if they'd stayed, he'd have been interned as an enemy alien, so I suppose
they preferred the California sunshine. That's made me think rather better of
her. I thought she was just running away from the bombs.
What about Billy? Clapper boy.
Positions, please. And from the look of it, Stuart Howard's
now exhipping boy. Doesn't seem to be much love lost there. They pose a lot,
don't they, these film stars? Why is he marrying her? Do you think to
shows she's still here?
Thank you. Uh to show she knows what the audience
wants. Stuart Howard's just arrived at the top, ain't he? Sergeant's been there
for years, but she can only stay there for so long.
Very perceptive of you, Jack.
What a brutal business this is. It captures people in time, then they
change,
and it mocks them for it. Right. I'm going to get on to the film
security people. See if anyone saw who dropped the chocolates off. What will
you do now? Jack and I are taking this note to
dinner.
Is that what I mean?
Jesus Christ. Me? You.
You have no idea how draining it is, Mr. Book.
Glad handing. Scribbling one's autograph. Failing to
recognize someone whom you apparently met at a village fate 10 years ago. And
the smiling. Great god. The smiling. This is simply the next step. They can
only love one so much. And there's only one way to go from there.
Can I bloody well eat after that? Well, a crazed fan is only the most
obvious theory, but we don't like to be obvious, do we, Jack?
What? Oh, uh, no. No, we don't. So, if I might repurpose the inspector's
earlier question, can you think of anyone who might want to kill you, Mr.
Howard? Take your ready pick.
There's quite a lot of angry ladies out there, not to mention their husbands.
Several road tailor, producers, directors, writers, my ex-agent, my
exx-agent, uncle Tom Conway and all. What about prison?
What? You started to eat your dinner with your
spoon. Ah, old habits.
Dead giveaway. Takes one to no one.
I was younger than you. Nothing too terrible. But I shouldn't like it to get
into the popular press, Mr. Book. I should think not.
Where'd they get you for? I went for a drive.
Where? Through a fer's window in Mayfair. You
went to the bank to make a withdrawal. With a stocking over your face?
Yeah. My mother's.
I'm a Burmany boy, Jack. Rough as a sailor's ass
despite all of this.
Do you think it could have something to do with that? The prison?
Well, as you've indicated, it's a wide field. Tell you what, why not take on
young Jack here as your new factom? Huh?
No harm in having a strapping young fellow like him hanging around. And you
are looking for a new assistant. Yeah, I can't. I've already got a job at
the bookshop. I'm sure I can spare you for a few days.
And you know how Nola loves to help out. Well,
spend it. Yes, it's a good idea. You know, Mr.
Book, you should all come to Lady Hurst. Help us get the details right and uh
keep an eye on things. We'll be delighted. Thank you for these.
I'm a film star.
You all right? Yeah.
Oh, wouldn't I be? I'll leave you to it then. Let me know
if anything interesting turns up. Oh, be careful. There is a killer on the
loose. Good night.
Good night. Yes, sir. What's your poison?
Varsity sporting review.
There you are.
What's this? Come on. It's usually around now that
you dain to share.
Three things then. Who would benefit from Lavlon in London collapsing? What
was missing from that box of chocolates was lying there with all the other fan
mail. But no envelope.
Top of the class, Mrs. Book. So unless the envelope was disposed of,
the chocolates didn't arrive by post. So anyone on the film set could have put
it there. Precisely. And finally, the chocolate
method, haphazard though it was, has been tried and failed, which means
whoever's behind this is going to try again. What are you
going to do? We're invited to the film studios
tomorrow. And Jack has a new job. The Stuart Howard stand in.
When are we going to tell him?
Not yet. Shall I read?
Well, I know how you enjoy it, so I'll humor you.
But then.
Oh, there it is. Been ftting about that since we moved my
stuff to accommodate the stars. Then fret not, dear. And recall our
solemn pack
of fancy. I've seen some D in my time, but this
so dirty, so shady.
The pansies in my garden abhore the shade.
Right, sir. It is sir. Is it? Let's find you on my
list. Name, occupation, marital status.
Engaged. Who are you?
Medical officer stro with Perry. Troty to my friends. Late for the Gary Baldi.
Brigade. And I don't mean the biscuits. I can pull out shrapnel. I can strip it
to shanker in under two seconds. And I want to pull it south of the erbo, which
I wouldn't recommend even to you, Sergeant. And I never ever leave a man
behind. He's sitting there. And I'm getting
married to him next Saturday. And the chief constable's daughter is one of our
bridesmaids. So if I were you, I'd just admit the error right away and cross him
off your list. What say you?
Saturday all right for you? Forecast is good.
Quite all right. True
me.
Uh-oh.
Where would I be without you? I think we both know the answer to that,
my love.
Anyway, you were going to read.
Of course.
She's noticed you. Yeah, they always noticed me. Girls
doesn't mean anything. It's like when kids point a dogs in the
street and say, "Dog?" Yeah.
Well, you getting married soon, sir. They've seen it in a column by Lena.
Bean. But let me tell you something, Jack.
I've never gone down at one knee to anyone.
Sandra, what the question ended? I can imagine that.
Most of the questions are from a business manager.
Oh, so you've got an arrangement then.
Shouldn't drink so much, should I? Yes, an arrangement. But we all have those,
don't we? You have one with Book. Book has one with Mrs. Book if we're talking
about unusual marriages. Why' you say Book's marriage is unusual?
You'll like him book. How?
Cuz you read. Just go on, read, mate.
Well, um,
you keep coming here cuz you think this is the sort of place that film stars go,
but here's the thing. You don't like it here. You hate it. And you hate that
drink, too. It's like a pudding from the war.
So, you're thinking, "How can I be the chap I was?" You know, before I knew
that the camera loved me, which is a terrible thing to know. It's all cracked
up to be. Can you believe that? Yeah, I wouldn't mind a bit of it.
Careful what you wish for, son. Got someone sending me poison in the post.
Remember,
I was a bit stuck when I met Sandra. Type cast, not officer material. They
said it was a problem. Kid. Sandra changed that. She pulled strings,
whispered in ears. Producers started casting us as lovers. We were lovers by
then, of course. Do you love her now?
Well, I don't hate her.
You want to be your own man?
Of course I do. But it's impossible, isn't it? We're a pair like Hope and
Crosby, Fred and Ginger, Garbo and Gilbert.
Except he left, didn't he? What? John Gilbert didn't survive when the torpies
came. Yeah. So it's all an act then. You and her
golden couple. All an act as much an artifice as Stuart
Howard himself.
Film is for dreamers. You see Jack when you sit there in the dark has to be
space for you up there in that kiss. No scenes in the moonlight standing by
the rail of a ship. You just read in the fan mags that the screen lovers have
broken off the engagement. Can't stand to be in a room together
and there's no space to dream.
Scene 49, take eight and
action. It was then I knew we had fallen in love
from the pages of a book. But was that love strong enough to thrive out in the
teeming world? Uh, can we um try it again without him reading in? I can do
it in time. Yes, of course. Reset.
Rolling. Sundra and
action.
I'm so sorry, Jesse. Uh, can I beg? 10 minutes. Siggy will sort me out.
Cut it there. Cutting it there.
10 minutes old. Back at five.
Is that coffee, sir? No. Thank you.
Come along.
Eric Pival Banks. She's she's been married before.
Good morning. You're up early. Oh,
I thought you might want a tea.
Hey kid, you want to be in pictures?
Your name's not on the list. Who are you?
We're antiquarian book sellers. Isn't it obvious?
And I know we're being extra vigilant, Jerry Love, but bear with me.
All right.
What's this? The address of Barbara Markham's
parents. I'll go visit them.
No, no. There's the inquest first. Just write them a kind letter.
I will. Thanks, Book.
You boys in for the biggest surprise of your lives.
Keep going. Better this way. More dramatic.
Jordi, can I get some lights on, please? Yes.
Amazing. It's absurd.
Ridiculous, bizarre exaggeration of reality.
It is wonderful. What a thrillingly peculiar life you
lead, Mr. Howard. It's an imitation of life.
Dog's blanket, but no dog.
Is dog cast yet? Yeah. Not much cop. No screen presence.
Think of a good replacement. Yeah, I can.
Cans of cash. Your Tony's a better book seller than I am.
It's fake. I like everything in here. Well, I'm glad you had a chance to look
before the hordes arrived. Let's get some breakfast. Canteen's in the next
block. Aon McDuff.
It's just past the dressing rooms.
Do you know what you're doing next? Or another Robin Hood remake? I mean, I've
got the pins, right? Oh my god. What?
It's one of the extras.
No, I think not.
It's Nina Bean.
The girl with the poison pen.
Yeah.