Kate & Leopold Page #7

Please accept

as a gesture of apology

a private dinner on the rooftop

tonight at 8:
00.

Okay, where are we

on Farmer's Bounty?

Kate?

Care to share with us?

Farmer's Bounty?

Where we are.

Where we are is good.

Um, as you know, we

found our spokesperson.

The response room final showed

a 96 in the top two boxes.

His key female descriptors...

were "handsome," "romantic"

with several write-ins

of... "What a hunk."

with several write-ins

of... "What a hunk."

Great.

Would you hold this?

J.J.?

J.J., hi.

Um, listen, I just want

to apologize again

for what happened

last night.

There was no need

for things to get that way.

I appreciate that.

So... everything's okay?

Yes, Kate.

STUART:

I didn't jump;

I fell.

There's a difference--

a subtle difference,

but nonetheless a difference.

Why did you fall down there?

Because there was no elevator.

And you feel

that was your fault?

Look, if you brought your

great great grandfather

forward in time before

he'd had a chance

to invent the elevator

or spawn his seed

it stands to reason that nature

would correct itself

and the elevator and you

would cease to exist.

But, clearly, you do exist.

You know what, I'm sorry.

I can see that you

are a very busy man

and I'm sure there are

plenty of people clamouring

for your particular

brand of attention.

Unfortunately,

I am not one of them.

So if you don't mind, would you

please unlock this door?

I'm concerned you might be

a danger to yourself.

And in such cases

-Hello?!

-state law requires

that I keep you under...

Will someone please

open... Aah! Aah!

Everything all right,

Dr. Geisler?

Yes, Gretchen.

Everything's fine.

Stuart, I'm going

to prescribe

Stuart, I'm going

to prescribe

something called Prolixin.

It's a mild

antipsychotic.

Nothing too strong.

"l was wondering...

"l was wondering if you

would like to accompany me...

"lf you've already been

previously engaged

I understand."

Tonight at 7:
00, 7:30.

Please don't be late.

I got to talk to you

about this, okay?

'Cause there's some sh*t here

that just cannot be said.

Did you assemble

a bouquet for Patrice?

Look, you just can't

tell a woman she's...

"gracefully serene."

No, no, this will not do.

Wha... Why?

What is wrong

with this one?

The orange lily

implies extreme hatred.

The begonia and lavender

danger and suspicion,

respectively.

Every flower has

a meaning, Charles.

Might I suggest the amaryllis,

which declares the recipient

a most splendid beauty.

Or the cabbage rose.

Darci!

Hmm?

-What is this?

-It's a reply

-to Leopold's invitation.

-Uh-huh?

You're going, right?

I haven't decided yet.

Oh, you haven't decided

if you want to have dinner

on your rooftop with a duke?

Who thinks he's from 1876!

No! And I would

appreciate it if...

Kate, come on, okay?

I don't know what this guy did

to piss you off

but that is

the best apology letter

in the history of mankind.

-Just sign it, Kate.

It's 4:
30.

We'll fax it.

Kate McKay's office.

They hung up.

Hi. Is Patrice there?

Hey, Patrice?

Hi. It's me, Charlie.

Hey, Charlie.

I was just calling to find out

if you got my flowers--

your flowers.

I was calling to see if you got

the flowers I sent you.

Yeah, I did.

And I was just wondering

if you would like to go

to a movie tonight

and maybe

afterwards perhaps

accompany me to dinner?

I mean, l...

I understand completely

if you're otherwise engaged.

But, uh, you know,

I just wanted to say that, um...

Yeah?

I wanted to say

that you've, uh...

you've made an impression on me.

And-and it-it's not

just the way you look--

I mean, which are great.

Your looks are,

you know, top-top shelf.

But, uh...

I don't know, it's, um...

What?

You're graceful.

You know, the way you move

and speak.

I mean, some people have a way

with words

and, you know, you... you do.

The bottom line is, I like you.

Patrice?

What about 7:
00?

Okay.

See you then.

It worked!

It worked! Oh! Who's going out

with Patrice?

Charlie's going out

with Patrice!

Charlie's going over there.

Oh, better go get ready.

Better go get changed.

Shouldn't change

too much, though

'cause she likes me

for who I am.

Oh.

Hey.

Charlie, you look fantastic.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

I got a date.

I got to go. Bye.

Bye.

Kate?

Yeah?

Um, have a good time tonight.

Bye.

My God.

This is beautiful.

The very word for which

I was searching.

May I?

She was a real romantic, my mom.

When Prince Charles and Lady Di

got married, she had a party.

She made crumpets and jam.

It was like a Super Bowl party,

but for moms.

She cried for a week.

I don't know the story

of Prince Charles

and Lady Di.

Oh, you don't want to.

It's a cautionary tale.

Further proof.

Of what?

You can't live a fairy tale.

I'm not very good with men.

Perhaps you haven't found

the right one.

Maybe.

Or, uh, maybe

the whole love thing

is just a grown-up version

of Santa Claus

just a myth we've been fed

since childhood

so we keep buying magazines

and joining clubs

and doing therapy

and watching movies

with hit pop songs

played over love montages

all in this pathetic attempt

to explain why our love Santa

keeps getting caught

in the chimney.

Otis always told me

love is a leap.

Lamentably,

I was never inspired to jump.

By my 30th birthday,

I had, according to my uncle

become a blemish

on the family name.

So he brought me to this country

with the proviso

I marry an American.

A girl

with a good deal of, um...

Charm?

Money. Since my parents died

our family fortune had become,

shall we say, depleted.

I would be married now

if I hadn't followed Stuart.

I was to announce a bride

that night.

Who?

I don't know.

Someone.

One of them.

What are you doing?

I'm just cleaning up.

Would you do me the

honour of a dance?

Please?

I am not much of a dancer.

You're doing famously, then.

Leopold, this was lovely.

But I don't know

if I can leap

even if I am inspired.

People might think I'm

brave, but I'm not.

The brave are simply those

with the clearest vision

of what is before them.

Glory and danger alike

and notwithstanding,

go out to meet it.

Hey.

Morning, Charles.

How was your evening

with Patrice?

Good. Nice.

How was yours?

Good. Nice.

So, Leo, don't you think it's

time you tell me who you are?

What do you mean?

I mean...

it's a blast doing

the duke thing with you 24/7

but I don't want to see Kate

go through Stuart: The Sequel.

I know she seems

pretty tough

but she hasn't

had it that easy.

She's always getting

stuck with people

who don't hold up their end.

Like me. I just don't...

I understand, Charles.

You do?

Yes.

So... who are you?

I am the man

who loves your sister.

Okay, door's open.

Shut the lid.

Push the drawers in.

Close the door, and

you push this button.

A word to the wise:

Don't press that

till she wakes up.

So she sees you doing it.

Oh, clever.

The proverbial

tree in the woods.

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