Kong?
Two bob a dozen, would you say?
- Waterford crystal
- Napoleon's pistols
Society heirlooms with genuine gems
Rembrandts, El Grecos
Toulouse-Lautrecos
Painted last week
On the banks of the Thames
Very interesting,
but where do they sell books?
There's a little place
around the corner.
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 meet all your chums
In the Portobello Road
Lovely to see you. Goodbye.
What I want
is the other half of this book.
All in good time, my dear.
Burke's Peerage, The Bride Book,
The Fishmonger's Guide Book.
I'm looking for the other part of this.
A Victorian novel,
The Unwanted Son.
- You don't understand...
- The History of Potting.
The Yearbook of Yachting.
The leather-bound
Life of Attila the Hun.
Portobello Road
Portobello Road
Street where the riches of ages
Are stowed
Artifacts to glorify a regal abode
Are hidden in the flotsam
In Portobello Road
Who do you think you are,
Queen of Sheba?
Tokens and treasures
Yesterday's pleasures
Cheap imitations
And heirlooms of old
Dented and tarnished
Scarred and unvarnished
In old Portobello...
This lady is looking
for the other half of this book.
It's called The Spells of Astoroth.
I don't keep no torn
or damaged books here.
What do you think I am?
A ruddy wastepaper merchant?
You can eat like a king
In the Portobello Road
I think if I'm right, there's
another bookstore along here somewhere.
Grandpa, you don't expect
to sell a piano like that, do you?
Let me have a go, my dear fellow.
Portobello Road
Portobello Road
Happy things are happening
In Portobello Road
You feel like a ballerina
When you're hopping like a toad
When you kick your heels up
Down in Portobello Road
Come on, ducks.
Come on, girls.
Lovely.
Yeah, play the drums.
Closing time.
Closing time.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Portobello Road
Portobello Road
Street where the riches of ages
Are stowed
Anything and everything
A chap can unload
Hey, governor.
Something for the lady friend? Nylons?
- No, thank you.
- Petrol coupons?
- Chocs for the little ones?
- No.
How about one of these?
Fell off the back of a lorry.
- Be a good chap and run away.
- Would you fancy this then?
Now you have my undivided attention.
What can I do for you?
Get over to the Bookman straight away.
He wants to see you.
You too.
Who is the Bookman? And what right
has he got to order me about?
Under the circumstances, we'd better
ask questions later. Excuse me.
Sorry, gov.
No one told me about the stairs.
Why didn't you just bring Scotland Yard
and half the Household Cavalry as well?
What's the bed for?
It's a present for you.
That's what he said.
Nothing of the sort.
The bed belongs to me.
Except for this knob, which is mine.
Be that as it may, Bookman, there's
been bad blood between us long enough.
Let this glittering gift
begin friendship anew.
- Draw the curtains. Lock the door.
- You'll be snug as a bug.
Isn't that the section of the manuscript
we've been looking for?
- Who is this person?
- Miss Eglantine Price.
A charming woman of my acquaintance.
Miss Price, I've been looking
for this other bit a long time.
Mr. Swinburne told me you were
in the market making inquiries.
And here we are. I don't mind saying,
to see it all together at last...
- There isn't much I wouldn't do.
- Or haven't done, for that matter.
- Right, gov?
- You'll close your mouth, Swinburne.
Is that clear?
It's all like a jolly detective story
or jigsaw puzzle, isn't it?
We're both after the same spell.
You have one clue, I have the other.
In that case, the sensible thing
seems to be for us to cooperate.
I assume you're looking
for the same thing I am.
May I?
This is quite a moment
for both of us.
"Substitutiary locomotion,
"the lost miracle of the ancients".
And so on and so forth.
Here we are.
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