Eloise at the Plaza Page #6

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and he is from

a very well-connected family.

In fact,

his father is helping her...

get into one of

the finest universities.

- He is?

- Yes!

First college,

then a fabulous society wedding.

And here I thought

you wanted to travel.

Well...ahem...

I won't keep you.

- No, Philip--

- Come along.

If we hurry, we can

still get the salon...

to do something

with that hair of yours.

It's an absolute...

SALOMONE:
...mess.

I can't believe it.

Service, luxury, courtesy...

attention to details.

That's all gone!

[Sighs]

I have everybody so busy

looking for the prince...

that nothing--I repeat,

nothing else is being done.

It's still pretty clean.

Well, great.

I've turned a five-star hotel

into a one-star.

[Telephone rings]

Four hours until the ball,

we have to shut down...

and start questioning

the guests?

What?

[Voice on phone, indistinct]

Oh, Mr. Peabody...

I'm so sorry.

[Knock on door]

No, no. [Snaps]

Nothing is wrong.

Is the prince here?

[Exhales]

Well, sir, the truth is...yes.

Yes, he's standing

right in front of me.

Yes, yes, of course.

Good-bye. Uh--

Your Highness.

Have the police been called?

No. Not yet.

Would you see to it immediately?

Oh. [Snaps] Of course.

This is all my fault.

I should've picked him up

from school myself.

With all due respect,

Your Highness...

I believe it was I

who was at fault.

I was so busy preparing

for your arrival...

that I did not

pay attention to details.

If I had,

then I would have known...

that it was your son

who was showing up today.

But rest assured,

Your Highness...

we will find him.

Yes, of that I am sure.

I hope you are right,

Mr. Salomone.

I hope you are right.

- Thank you, Maggie.

- You're welcome, honey.

- Be careful crossing the street.

- I will.

WOMAN:
Can I get a picture

with the horse?

MAGGIE:

Oh. of course you can.

MAN:
Come see the cosmos.

See the stars, see the universe.

New York's biggest telescope.

See the stars.

Hey, kid. See the stars.

The big planetarium.

We got stars, constellations--

- Excuse me.

- Yeah?

Can you tell me

how to get to the planetarium?

Just go up this street and make

a right on Central Park West.

- You can't miss it.

- Thank you.

See the stars!

Come see the universe.

[Police sirens]

MOLLY:
I don't believe this.

I'm so pathetic.

I can't even have my hair

styled the way I want.

You want me

to blow-dry instead?

No, my mother wouldn't like--

Yes, go ahead. Blow-dry.

No, wait. [Sighs]

I don't believe this.

I'm so pathetic.

Why do I let her run my life?

Not that I have a life--

I just read about life...

Actually,

other people's lives.

Why can't I stand up to her?

Tell her that I want to travel.

Eloise is six years old

and she stood up to her.

You want to know why?

She knows what she wants.

She doesn't let anything

get in her way.

I know what I want.

So, what am I--

I know what I want!

I know what I want,

I know what I want. Uhh!

Excuse me, miss.

Would you look at the photo--

Move!

[Humming waltz]

- Mother!

- Oh!

We need to talk.

What have you done to your hair?

Have you ever had a dream?

I'll get the blow dryer.

I'll finish it.

No! I don't want you

to finish it.

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Molly.

You cannot go to your ball

looking like a deranged poodle.

I'm trying to ask you if

you've ever wanted something--

I mean, really wanted it.

- Like what?

- Like Paris.

No, I have never wanted

to go to Paris, OK?

Now, I have an engagement,

and when I'm done...

I expect to see hair perfection.

[Whispers] Henry...

- Hello, Nanny.

- I'm looking for Sir Wilkes.

Oh, he just came in.

Right this way.

Sir Wilkes.

- Nanny.

- How nice.

I must say I was surprised

and pleased...

to get your invitation...

To tea?

Right. My invitation...

for tea.

And we must arrange it.

I thought it was for this--

This afternoon, right,

yes, of course.

What I meant was

we must arrange it--

the table--so that we face

each other for tea today.

- Eloise.

- I beg your pardon?

Eloise did this.

She sent me an invitation

for tea with your name on it.

How remarkable

for such a small child.

Sir Wilkes,

I cannot apologize enough--

Tosh, tosh, tosh.

Actually, I'm relieved.

I thought I was having tea

with that dreadful woman--

- Sir Wilkes!

- Mrs. Daniels.

We were just talking about you,

weren't we, Nanny?

Nanny, really?

Is that your given name?

- I'll be going.

- No.

No. I have made

a dreadful blunder.

When I accepted

your invitation...

I had forgotten I made plans

for tea with Nanny.

Oh, well,

I'm sure she won't mind--

Joining us? Brilliant!

Shall we sit?

Lobby, please, Max.

Did you hear? They quarantined

the ninth floor.

Everyone has chicken pox.

It's very contagious.

They say it starts out

with an itch.

[Gasps] Oh, my lord!

Does that look like

a pock to you?

[People gasping]

[Frantic screams]

Molly has so many options

available to her.

She could go to England--

Oxford or Cambridge

would be ideal.

Then again,

she could go to France.

I mean, she is bilingual.

I always thought Harvard

was a logical choice...

but there is something

to be said about Stanford.

Although I do worry about

Molly in California...

all those

free thinkers and all.

I don't know.

Where does Molly want to go?

What do you mean?

Where does your daughter

want to go to college?

Certainly, she must have

an opinion on that subject.

Well, I don't know.

Haven't you asked her?

Of course. I must have.

She must have told me.

I know a little girl

who's constantly reminding me...

to say what I'm feeling.

What she means, of course,

is I should follow my heart.

It's easy to do

when you're six...

but when you're older,

it's not so much a question...

of following your heart...

but of listening to

what's in other people's hearts.

Perhaps Molly has already

told you what she wants...

and you just haven't heard her.

Are you presuming to say

I don't know my own daughter?

Oh, no, no, no!

That I'm a bad mother?

- No.

- Aah!

What's the matter? What is it?

Ohh! Something horrible

just crawled on me!

Something with sharp claws!

It was all slimy

and slithering up my leg!

What sort of five-star hotel

has vermin in it?!

Aaah! Where's Mr. Salami

when you need him?

[Whimpering]

I'm sorry.

Is this what attacked you?

It most certainly was not!

Well, I never!

[Crowd whispering]

Perhaps you should go after her.

Yes, perhaps I should.

[Sighs]

Oh!

Ohh, poor baby.

Excuse me, have you seen

this boy in the hotel today?

Ooh!

Any luck?

- No.

- Keep looking.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Miss? Excuse me.

Look at this photo, please?

Have you seen this boy

in the hotel at all today?

Whom he is?

- Leon?

- Who's Leon?

- He is!

- No, this is Kintaro.

He's the son

of the Prince of Kushin.

- Who is?

- He is.

He's a prince?

Well, if he's

the son of a prince...

I guess that makes him

a prince, yeah.

Have you seen him?

Everyone's looking for him.

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