This Beautiful Fantastic

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Bella Brown...

Well, what can I say?

There was nothing normal

about the girl.

It's a miracle she survived at all

after her arrival in the world.

They say she would have perished

if it hadn't of been for the ducks.

Sat on her like an egg,

they did.

Treated her as one of their own.

She was finally discovered by

one of those ancient lunatics

who frequent

the parks of our city

and seem to

enjoy hypothermia.

She grew into

the oddest of oddballs,

terrified by the

unpredictability of nature

and flora, in particular.

Where on earth that came from,

I dread to think.

She's always had a

preoccupation with order

that would have tried

the patience of a saint,

never mind the nuns

at Saint Fedelma's.

Bella Brown!

It's an insular and solitary

world for Miss Brown,

just her and her books.

Hers was a story

just waiting to be told

but the obsessive little world

she created

meant that this was

one book that remained

firmly shut.

I'm not a religious man

but I believe someone

sent her here

to test us.

Today,

I'm going to make a difference.

Why am I waasting your time with

all this worthless titter-tatter?

Because through some misguided

care in the community scheme,

this strange creature has

become my next door neighbor.

May I remind you,

on you indicated days,

you are to arrive here by 9 o'clock

and work until 4:30,

with an hour for lunch and

two 15 minute breaks for tea.

This morning you are to tend

to oceanography, A thru to J,

which is, quite frankly, all at sea.

Hello.

I'm looking for

Leonardo di SerPiero Da Vinci.

Please, I'm technical drawings

and the like,

You, be so kind.

Leonardo da Vinci, Civil Engineering,

in brackets European history,

on back wall, bottom left.

Marvelous!

Are you a member?

No, I'm not going to take them, anyway.

I'd only lose them. Where would that get us?

May I remind you, no eating

or drinking in the library

and we expect

absolute silence at all times.

Of course you can.

Absolute!

Absolutely.

Hello. Sorry.

Thank you, once again.

Yes, sorry, don't mind...

Yes, yes. I'm sorry.

Absolutely!

The library will be closing

in 3 minutes, exactly.

Please return your books

from whence they came

and make your way to

the exit, immediately, thank you.

Look what I found.

Ahh, yes!

Our very own

horticultural terrorist.

That place has gone to rack and ruin

since she's moved in.

Wiil you please calm down

and leave the poor girl alone.

Leave her alone?

Have you seen what she's done?

It's nothing less than

a wanton, criminal neglect.

I'm Milly Wilton,

Mr. Stephenson's

long suffering daughter.

You took a tumble.

the garden fought back,

that's what.

You'll survive,

no harm done.

No harm done? I think harms

had an absolute bloody field day!

Blunt pressure!

Don't worry,

tea is on it's way.

Vernon!

Where is that damn tea?

So, young lady, what is it you do

when you're not murdering plants?

I work in the library.

Filing, mostly, but

but really, I'm a writer.

Oh, a writer! I see. Yes, well, that

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

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Inconvenience!

What about sorry

for the unmitigated

eco-apocalypse you created?

Vernon, the tea!

Textbook!

Great! I hope you

enjoy making me ill.

There's only one person

responsible for your health.

Yes, you!

Vernon!

Tea, please.

Ok, alright, alright,alright.

Here it is. I'm sorry.

Hello, Milly.

Alright, stop shouting.

Here.

A cup of tea.

Go on, they're homemade.

Right...

I've got to go.

Delicious!

Thank you.

85% cocoa,

that's the trick.

and I make them with oat bran, something

that's not so bad for His Lordship.

You look repellant in that apron

and you've been wearing it too long.

See the abuse that

I have to put up with?

If he wasn't so sick, I

wouldn't let him get away with it.

Don't speak to me like that. If you continue

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

Oh, ho, ho! Quite the Celtic Braveheart,

aren't we, when we've got an audience!

He doesn't realize how important

this job is to him.

Anyway, you can start cleaning the carpet,

thanks to our unwanted guest.

Anytrime in the next 30 seconds.

No, no, no. I've got to go. I've

got to let the babysitter go.

Well, you better start

straight away, hadn't you?

For God's sake, stop

that Gaelic gibberish.

I'll do it.

No, it's OK, it's my job...

Go on, you'll be late.

Don't be ungracious, Vernon.

Thank the girl.

Oh, sorry, thank you. It's just that

my kids will be really worried.

Slavery was abolished in 1834,

just so you know.

And this country's been going

down the drain ever since.

Hi, Bella.

This is Sinead.

this is Niamph.

Say hi, girls!

Hi!

We've come

to cook you breakfast.

Well, it's the least

we can do after last night.

Come on, girls, Come on.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Ok, girls, will you help me

take out the ingredients?

Oh, it's dark in here.

Do you mind if I open these.?

Well, that's very thoughtful of you, Vernon

but there's really no need.

What, have you eaten?

No.

Well, it's really not a problem.

I'm going to get the girls picked up

here after breakfast, anyway.

So, ah, ok, let's see what

we're working with.

Food prison.

I really need to get ready for work.

Don't let us stop you.

We got it covered.

Good to go.

Ok, girls, you cook that up.

You take that one.

Girls, there's Bella!

So, what do we got here?

Enjoy!

You don't have to eat it all.

I do make big portions

for the big man next door.

Ok, there's your lift, girls.

We're out of time.

Ok.

And don't fall. Slow down!

Thanks, Jean.

Bye!

Does their mum

take them to school?

No, my wife passed away, so...

The breakfast is delicious.

Thank you.

Well, it's a long time

since I heard that.

You're welcome.

Your employer's a bully.

I don't know why you put up eith it.

Well, you know, you get used to it

and it pays the rent.

Is that him in the garden?

No, I can't do it.

What do you mean you can't do it?

Do you mind?

You may have won the hearts

of my slow-witted staff

but not me.

I can't forgive this.

You have squandered

everything nature has given you.

Why are you doing this to me?

It's something everyone must learn,

Miss Brown. It's called responsibility.

Anathema to you, perhaps but it's

an important part of the human condition.

And you, spuds for brains,

are late!

No, I'm not!

You are now.

I cannot tolerate tardiness,

so I won't be paying you for today.

I've had enough of this!

What?

I'm warning you, Alfie, one more word

and you can shove your job. Hear?

You're fired.

Okay. Will that be my

first verbal warning, then?

You're sacked, Vernon,

end of story.

You've heard of the

3 stage dismissal process, have you?

What?

So, let me see, I've been

working for you for 5 years,

that's a minimum of 5 months paid notice.

I can get you a copy of the

Employment Act if you want.

You'd be better off rehearsing:

"Would sir like chips with that?"

Save you time.

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