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your tardiness was not pathological.

So sorry!

I hate to interrupt.

Looking Hercu Lampana.

Lamparna.

Architecture, back wall

on your right, third shelf down.

Thank you.

We also have a book

on his early illustrations.

That's exactly

what I'm looking for.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Goodbye, Miss.

Thank you again for earlier.

It's nothing, really.

What's your name, by the way?

I don't know what to call you.

Bella.

Bella Brown.

Well, I'm William, William Tranter

but everyone calls me Billy.

See you soon, Bella.

Billy.

Billy Tranter.

Excuse me, young lady.

Would you be so kind as to point me to

the section that deals with home cookery?

Certainly, sir. It's the 3rd aisle on

your left, lower 2 shelves on your right.

Thank you, very helpful.

We have recently received

Walker Owen's latest:

"Dinner for one",

A simple joy and classic

simple recipes for solo dining,

which is always popular.

Thank you, very helpful.

We do try to

be of assistance.

Well, the best assistance would be

to give me back my bloody Irishman,

you heartless...

This library is a

refuge for learning

and requires silence

at all times!

Oh, learning!? Well then,

how is it that your employees

have learned nothing of

compassion for their starving fellow man?

For the hungry, aging, decrepit,

the forgotten generation

that made this country great!

Get out!

Get out immediately or

I am calling the police.

Excellent!

Have her arrested.

She murders flora that

keep this planet alive.

Be silent and leave!

I'd stick to writing

if I were you.

Well, just tell me what I should be doing,

you horrid, wretched old man!

Why should I furnish you

with that advice?

I've got 3 weeks to

turn this garden round

or I'll wind up

sleeping in the park!

Everything ok?

I am trying my best here.

I want to make a difference

and if you had

an ounce of humanity,

you wouldn't just stand there gloating,

you would help me!

Alright, I'll help.

You will?

Yes, while you give me back my cook.

No!

Yes!

He's not a slave!

He's not mine to give.

If you had treated him

like a person...

Ok, ok, ok, I'll cook your meals,

you vituperative old bastard!

Excellent.

And 5 syllables, Vernon!

I didn't know you had it in you.

But I won't set foot

inside the house.

But I'm not going to eat scraps

out of a plastic container

like some trainspotter on

a windy platform in Runcorn.

I'll cook your meals. You help her

fix up the garden. That way, we all win

Take it or leave it, Alfred.

I'll take it.

Ok, house rules:
breakfast at 8,

lunch at 1, dinner at 8.

Meals will be left here

at exactly those times

and then I'm going to ring this bell twice,

so you know you can retrieve them.

I'll leave serving instructions,

if necessary,

so I don't have to hear

your voice or see your face.

Yes but what if...

Creating a garden

starts as an interest

and soon becomes

a lifetime's obsession.

One that can be engaged

on a moment's notice,

by simply stepping outside.

"A true gardener can

create more happiness

propogating life in one seed

and seeing that single flower unfold,

than a rich man could ever get

from his perfect, rolling lawns."

I've never known him to let

that book out of his sight before.

Thank you so much

for the book.

I love the illustrations.

You read it?

Every word.

So what are you talking

to me for?

Get to work or

O'Brien will have you out.

What now?

Now, you dig.

Vernon!

Can you hear me?

What?

No black pudding with my breakfast,

this morning, my Irish friend.

Yeah, fine!

Did you read the book?

I did.

What's this?

Soil.

If you leave the roots

of the weeds in the soil,

they'll grow back before

you even finish digging.

They'll strangle the life

out of your new creation.

It's just like a time bomb

waiting to go off.

Dig it all again

and sieve out the roots.

I need my bed.

About bloody time, a man

could die of starvation in this place.

Billy!

Bella!

Silence!

Sorry.

You know, I believe

those things you said.

Why would you say that?

Vernon told me how many times

he's heard the exact same stories.

Shame on you.

You should doubt only a

man who changes his story.

I only repeat myself in

the vague hope that one day,

somebody will actually hear me.

Breathtaking, isn't it?

Come. Come, come.

Like sparks falling

from a giant furnace.

In some countries, they hold parties

when it starts to rain.

But here, we just scurry around

and run for cover.

It's the most important

currency in the world.

and yet in our green and pleasant land,

where we take so much for granted,

we see it only as a means

of ruining expensive hairdos

and making taxi drivers rich.

You're odd.

Says she.

Here.

Helianthus.

Giant sunflower.

Start off with them,

they're incredibly beautiful.

They need a lot of light and heat.

They follow the arc of

the sun from dawn until dusk,

extracting maximum energy

from every day.

It's a very...

a very clever flower.

Think about that.

I think there might

be a garden here, after all.

Arthur's book, it's gripping.

Where did you get it?

He was a friend of mine.

Dear old Arthur showed me the path

to true enlightenment

and then took me on

an incredible journey.

Look after it, it's

the only one I've got.

i am amazed you trust me with it.

So am I.

I bet even Arthur would have

been daunted by this garden.

No, he would

have relished it.

A totally blank canvas, a chance

to create your own masterpiece.

Come.

Come on, follow me.

How do we make a garden?

How do we

build a color palette?

How do we create

depth and texture?

How do we keep interest

from April to October?

Well, we start with these

stunning foxgloves

and these alliums.

Come on.

Come, come, come.

And run to these camas,

and dahlias, so colorful,

it hurts your eyes

and these gloriously

purple salvias

that go on flowering until

the frost claims them.

Then the verbascum

and the evening primrose,

and those deliciously green

shuttlecock ferns.

Look, clambering,

climbing clamatis.

Sweet rocket and look,

these monkswood,

so beautiful and poisonous,

they'll kill a man.

That's an interesting contradiction,

isn't it?

That lily, golden splendor.

Persicaria.

Nicotiana.

Hollyhocks. Come.

The pogonias.

Magnificent agapanthus.

and well,

the list

is endless.

It's a world of

beautifully ordered chaos.

No, no, that's chaos,

not calamity, Miss Brown.

because if you don't understand the

difference, we won't go very far.

We?

What?

You said "we".

That's ridiculous.

2 weeks to turn this

into a garden.

Bella?

Is everything all right?

Yes ,of course. I'm just

burning some steam.

I see.

So, what brings you here?

I come here every Sunday.

I see. To scream and shout

for next whole week.

Yes and to feed Sid.

Which one's Sid?

The scruffy one.

Well, I bet he was a looker

in his day.

Mm, he was.

Do you just work?

No, goodness, no. I just come to

sketch, doodle, think, work things out.

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