to live like a king.
Shall we go in?
Rothschild '26.
Noble, worldly wise,
but with a charming touch of innocence.
Mr. Browne, the book. Where is it?
Dear lady, you are relentless.
The book is in the library.
We'll proceed there after finishing
our cheese and wine.
Why do you keep the curtains closed?
So we may enjoy the gentle glow
of candlelight.
More likely so a copper don't peek in
and catch you hiding out here.
Why don't you
have a look round the house?
- I want to chat with Miss Price.
- May we?
Yes, run along.
But don't touch anything.
Remember, this house
does not belong to Mr. Browne.
Mr. Browne, where is that book?
I must have that spell
on substitutiary locomotion.
- What is it? A toy shop?
- No, it's a nursery.
- Ain't you ever seen a nursery?
- No. And neither have you.
Would you hold this, please?
What do you think of that?
I don't know what to think.
Think how successful I could be with
an assistant who can really do magic.
Oh?
Dear lady,
have you ever considered entering
what some of us call show business?
- The what business?
- The theater!
Pantomimes, village fairs,
the seaside.
Brighton, Blackpool,
follies on the prom.
Mr. Browne,
I have very important work to do.
Listen to me. We could make a packet.
Let us strike a bargain
You possess a gift
But I can speak the jargon
That will give your gift the needed lift
You possess the know-how
And I command the show-how
Oh, how successful you could be
With me
I'm afraid we're wasting
valuable time.
- What's your name?
- Miss Price.
- No, your first name.
- Eglantine.
Eglantine.
Eglantine, Eglantine
Oh, how you'll shine
Your lot and my lot
Have got to combine
Eglantine, Eglantine
Heart to the stars
Destiny calls us
The future is ours
As the shine sells the boot
And the blossoms the fruit
All you need to succeed in your plan
Is the proper ally upon whom to rely
And I'm your man
For I have an acumen
That's nigh superhuman
I sell things that nobody can
So I humbly suggest
You accept my behest
I'm your man
Eglantine, Eglantine
Oh, how you'll shine
Will you please stop?
Your lot and my lot
Have got to combine
Eglantine, Eglantine
Heart to the stars
Destiny calls us
The future is ours
What are you reading?
"Isle of Naboombu".
- Can't be no such place.
- There is too such a place.
These pictures proves it, don't it?
A bit weird, ain't it?
Animals wearing hats and things.
I like it.
Now, where is the book?
Well, where is it?
At last, Mr. Browne.
"The Spells of Astoroth".
Of course.
Here's the traveling spell.
This is where you got it.
Does one's nose
have to twitch like this?
Oh, you're back.
A word about your tactics.
I don't mind being changed
into a hawk or a tiger
or something with dash.
But always a fluffy white rabbit?
It's intolerable!
Here we are.
Substitutiary locomotion.
"The ancient art of...
The spell which creates
this force is five mystic words.
These words are"...
But the rest of the book is missing!
Now you see why
I closed down the college.
- But where are the other pages?
- Haven't the foggiest.
- Listen to me.
- I'm all ears.
You will be if you don't pay attention.
Where did you get this?
I bought it from a street market.
There was a bit of unpleasantness.
He claimed that I'd given him
a dud coin. I ask you.
There was a sort of scuffle.
The book tore.
He got one half and I got the other.
- But where's the other half now?
- It's probably been thrown away.
If it exists,
there's only one place to find it.
Where is that?
Portobello Road
Portobello Road
Street where the riches of ages
Are stowed
Anything and everything
A chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow
In Portobello Road
You'll find what you want
In the Portobello Road
- Rare alabaster
- Genuine plaster
A filigreed samovar
Owned by the czars
- A pen used by Shelley
- A new Botticelli
The snippers that clipped
Old King Edward's cigars
Made in Hong