Eloise at the Plaza Page #5

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- Nanny?

Oh. Sir Wilkes.

Pardon me,

but you're not related...

to Geoffrey Wilkes of Surrey?

No. Wilkes is my given name.

He was my husband's--

my late husband's

partner's cousin.

Mrs. Linda Daniels.

Are you staying at the hotel?

[Ding]

I know this is last minute,

but if you're free tonight...

the debutante ball is on,

and I would like you to come--

[Music playing]

[Hooves clopping]

So, what do you think?

It's the most wonderful city

in the whole world!

Oh! Dear!

[Giggling]

Oh, Leon, you make me laugh.

What's wrong?

My mother used to say that.

At night, we used to sit out

and look at the stars...

and talk about everything

in the universe.

She used to say to me...

Et quand tu auras

besoin de moi...

cherche dans le ciel

et tu verras mon toile.

Je serais l.

Ecoutes bien attentivement

et tu entendras mon rire.

What does that mean?

It doesn't matter.

It's so bright at night

in New York...

you can't see the stars.

The only way to see

the stars in New York...

is with the most

powerfullest telescope.

Ecoutes bien attentivement

et tu entendras mon rire.

It's what you miss most

about her, isn't it?

What? The stars?

No. Hearing her laugh.

You know what I think?

I think your father

misses her, too.

Maybe that's

why he sent you away...

because he thought

you wouldn't miss her so much...

if you were

in a different place.

- But that's not true.

- Then you need to tell him that.

How? You don't know

how hard it is to talk to him.

It can't be any harder

than keeping it all inside.

And if you told him how you

really, really, really feel...

you might get to go home.

I'm sorry. Your daughter never

showed up for her appointment.

What do you mean my daughter

never showed up?

Maybe something came up.

Like what? What could be

more important than her hair?

I don't blame my ex-girlfriend.

She said she wanted

what I wanted...

but what she really

wanted was someone...

to sit behind a desk all day,

like a lawyer or a banker--

Someone with

the right connections.

- Yeah.

- Was it a recent break up?

- Three years ago.

- Three? Really?

Well, it must have

been painful for you.

Oh, yes, but getting less so

by the moment.

[Laughs]

Making money

doesn't interest me.

I want to make just enough

to travel--

- See the world.

- Yes, yes!

I dream of places like

Tierra del Fuego and Katmandu.

- Paris?

- Yes.

- I've been.

- You have?

Yeah, that's where

I learned to speak French.

I can just see you there...

sitting out at some cafe,

sketching--

BOTH:
Writing poetry.

It's like you know

what's in my head.

Well, it's not so amazing.

The same thoughts

go on in my head.

Have you thought of

going down the Nile?

Only a million times.

MAN:
No, no.

No sign of them.

Sorry.

They must be looking

for someone.

Aren't we all? [Giggles]

Maggie will take you around

for another hour...

then we'll meet back

in the lobby after my meeting.

Off we go, then.

[Kiss kiss]

- Bye!

- Bye bye!

Over there, over there.

Gee, Mr. Salomone,

did you lose your coat?

No, I've lost a prince.

Ooh!

You mean he's finally here?

Yes, yes,

but no one can find him.

Don't worry, Mr. Salomone.

As soon as I meet with Mr. Nye,

I'll be back to help you.

Oh. Oh.

Ohhh.

ELOISE:
Mr. Nye hates to wait.

He's worked for my mother for

as long as I can remember...

and has had the whooping cough

and the measles.

[Playing "Chopsticks" on piano]

Sometimes I give him

rubber candy.

He's absolutely so dumb

he eats it.

Sometimes

he brings me a present...

whether I deserve it or not.

I usually do.

Hello, Mr. Nye.

You're late, Eloise.

- I'm sorry.

- Mm-hmm.

We have to have

a very serious discussion, OK?

Did you bring the present

from my mother?

Actually, I brought two things.

Are they both from Paris?

Well, one is.

The other is a tad more local.

We have to discuss

your hotel charges, Eloise.

It's irresponsible to spend

this amount of money.

- I'm six.

- I know!

How responsible

should I be, Mr. Nye?

Eloise, I have spoken

to your mother--

Is she having

an absolutely wonderful time?

Yes, but you have to cut back.

- Cut back what?

- On your spending.

Oh, Mr. Nye. When you get

too, too, too angry...

you get these little wrinkles

in-between your eyes.

Now, where's my present?

Your present--

I brought your present

up to your suite...

I gave it to Nanny.

I told her that--

You don't even have it?

Ohhh!

All right. Think about

what I've told you, OK?

I realize that

you're only six years old...

but you have to realize you

can't always get what you want.

Do you know why?

- Excuse me.

- Yes, ma'am? Can I help you?

Would you be so kind

as to phone Sir Wilkes...

and ask him if he'd care to join

Mrs. Daniels for tea at 4:00?

I'll take care of that

immediately.

Thank you.

ELOISE:
Ever have an idea

that is so perfectest it hurts?

I'm having one right now.

Thank you so much

for our little talk, Mr. Nye.

Eloise, I have to--

[Gasps] Sometimes you need

help with the plan.

- Please?

- No.

No, I won't change my mind

because you keep saying--

- Please?

- No, I won't do it!

- Philip, be a sport.

- Absolutely not.

Sometimes

I have to have a temper fit.

[Screaming]

Stop it! Stop it!

You're embarrassing--

[Screams echoing]

[Laughing]

Shh! Quiet, quiet, quiet.

Ohhh!

Aah! All right, all right!

I'll do it.

What did you want me

to do again?

Write a letter to Nanny

inviting her to tea...

but I want you to sign it

"Sir Wilkes."

Sir Wilkes.

What should his letter

to her say?

It shouldn't be too impersonal.

She still wants to know

how he feels about her.

But it shouldn't

reveal too much, either.

Well, why not?

Men don't like to wear

their hearts on their sleeves.

I mean, what if she doesn't

like him in that way?

Oh, but she does,

in every way.

PHILIP:
Well.

maybe he didn't know that.

NANNY:
I can't imagine what

your mother was thinking.

ELOISE:

She was thinking--Oh--pink.

Think pink! Isn't it divine?

Oh, my stars, stars, stars!

Where are you going

to wear a dress like that?

To the ball, Nanny.

That's why she sent me

this chicy chic dress.

Eloise, you don't

even have an invitation.

[Door buzzer]

That's Bill!

It's for you!

Hmm?

Oh, where are my glasses?

Nanny's rather far-sighted.

"Dear Nanny...

"would you do me the honor

of meeting me for tea...

"in the Palm Court

this afternoon at 4:00?

"Yours very sincerely,

Sir Wilkes."

Oh, my lord.

Bill, what time is it?

3:
28.

Did you hear that, Nanny?

You better skibble.

Oh, my lord!

There you are!

I spent the better part of

the afternoon looking for you.

MOLLY:
Mother,

I'd like you to meet--

Randall will be here

in a couple of hours.

You must get ready.

You don't want him

seeing you dressed like this.

Randall Harper III, her fianc.

- No, he's not my fianc--

- He's almost your fianc.

- Mother, I barely know him.

- Oh, fuh-fuh.

She was his only choice.

Molly is very sought-after...

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