Gods and Monsters Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 105 min
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Remember?
I suppose you'd
like the top down.
If that's all right
with you.
Nothing would
please me more.
Oh, good old George.
He loves to put
on the dog.
Slim pickings.
Mind you,
it's early yet.
Perhaps this is a good time for us
to go and pay our respects, hmm?
Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
Charming.
I had no idea
you'd be here.
- How are you?
- Fine.
I'm just fine.
And Your Royal Highness?
Splendid, now that I know
that you're around.
Can we get together
while I'm in town?
- I so badly want to sit
for you again. - Sit?
I've changed my hair, you see,
since our last session.
Those old snaps look
rather dowdy now.
Oh, dear.
Have I made a blunder?
The pleasure is mine.
James Whale.
I am such a goose.
I mistook you for Cecil Beaton.
It's the hat.
You're wearing one of
Cecil's hats, you know.
- George, James Whale.
David Lewis's friend. - Oh.
- I used to make pictures myself, ma'am.
- Yes, of course.
One can't throw a
rock in this town,
without hitting one of
us old movie directors.
Ma'am, may I introduce
Mr. Clayton Boone.
My gardener.
- How do you do? Clay... Clay Boone.
- Quite.
I adore gardens.
He's never met
a princess.
Only queens.
Well, George, ma'am,
this has been an honor,
and one that I shall remember
for the rest of my life.
- Great place.
- Mmm.
Hello.
- What was that all about? - Oh, don't
worry. Nothing of any importance.
Just two old men slapping
each other with lilies.
I'm sorry.
- Who's that?
- David.
- The friend I thought was in New York.
- No, I, I... The girl.
- Oh, it's Elizabeth Taylor.
- Oh, thank you.
Yes, David produced
her last picture.
- What are you doing here? - I was just
going to ask you the same thing.
Thought you were
still in New York.
I was, until last night.
I was going to call.
- David Lewis.
- Hey. Clay Boone.
Our yardman, who's been kind
enough to serve as my escort...
to George's little do.
Should you be drinking
in your condition?
Oh, David, will you
stop being a nanny.
and get another beer.
You should've seen George's
face when he saw Clayton. Oh!
- You didn't, Jimmy.
- I did.
Mind you, Princess Margaret's
an absolute doll.
Well, we're all equals in her eyes,
as commoners, I presume.
You only
embarrass yourself.
- Oh, dear. I'll never work in this
town again. - You know what I mean.
- Your reputation.
- I have no reputation.
I'm as free as the air.
But the rest of us aren't.
- Can't you remember that?
- No.
I never could.
I suppose you regret
having got me invited here.
I didn't ask George
to invite you.
Oh.
Well, then, who did?
I have people here
I need to speak to.
- You'll be all right on your own?
- Yes, yes, perfectly.
I'll drop by tomorrow
for breakfast.
Oh, yes.
Oh.
Oh, I say.
Thank you very much.
Just the one.
Mr. Whale!
Mr. Whale!
- Mr. Whale.
- Mr. Kay.
Bet you never thought
you'd see me again.
- I didn't know if you'd be well enough
to come to this party. - You didn't?
I'm the one who got you
on Mr. Cukor's guest list.
You, Mr. Kay?
But how do you know
George Cukor?
I interviewed him
after I met you.
I'm his social secretary now.
Well, assistant
to his secretary.
Yes, I commend you.
If you're going to
pursue poofs,
go after those who
can do favors for you.
You just waste everyone's time
when you court dinosaurs.
Don't think like that,
Mr. Whale.
I love your movies.
That's why I wanted you to come,
so I could see you with your monsters.
My monsters?
Don't go away.
- Uh, excuse me. Miss Lanchester, I...
- Yes?
Elsa.
Jimmy!
Elsa.
- How are you?
- Mmm.
I saw Una O'Connor
a few weeks ago.
She said you'd been
under the weather.
Oh, well, nothing out of
the ordinary. Getting old.
Nonsense! Ah, what's our
pesky friend up to now?
Mmm?
Is that Boris?
- Our little chum appears to be
arranging a reunion. - Oh, dear.
- Boris, darling.
- Elsa. Elsa!
And James.
James.
- How good to see you.
- I didn't know you were here.
These public revels are
hardly up your alley.
Actually, I'm here for
the sake of Miranda,
my great-grandniece.
Koochie-koo.
And what do you make
of our royal visitant?
Perfectly charming.
A real lady.
What did you expect,
Hey, you, with the camera.
We got a historical moment here.
Come, get a picture of it.
This is Mr. James Whale, who made
Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein,
and this... forget the baby a second,
is the Monster...
and his bride.
Oh, Karloff.
Right.
Don't you just love
being famous?
To a new world of
gods and monsters.
- Are you all right, Jimmy?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Got it.
Mr. Whale.
- Are you okay?
- I'm tired. I'm a bit tired.
Are you
enjoying yourself?
No. Actually, I... I feel
Well, neither of us
really fits in here.
That must've been funny for you,
seeing your monsters again.
Monsters?
The only monsters are here.
Oh, f***.
We left the top down.
- You wanna run for it?
- "Run for it"?
It's raining.
- Hurry! Hurry!
- Whoo!
Mr. Whale?
Mr. Whale.
Let's get out
of this fuckhole.
You sure you don't
want to wait it out?
We aren't made of sugar.
We won't melt.
"Oh, that this too,
I'm getting you home before you
catch your death of pneumonia.
Catch my death?
Are you okay,
Mr. Whale?
Jimmy, please, hmm?
Call me Jimmy.
Hanna, we need some towels!
We're soaked to the bone!
Oh, blast it.
Well, if we soil your floors,
it's your own bloody fault!
Oh, I don't believe it.
Don't worry, she'll be back.
She just can't say "no" to her daughter.
Well, you certainly have better things
to do than to baby-sit an old man.
I didn't have
anything planned.
Well, go get a shower upstairs and
I'll get you something dry to wear.
Well, what do you think?
Hmm?
Mr. Whale?
Where are those clothes
you promised?
Mr. Whale?
He trusts me, you know.
Mr. Whale?
Jimmy?
Oh, yes.
- Mr. Whale?
- Huh?
Yes, of course, uh, Clayton.
Do come in.
Now, I promised to get you some dry
clothes. The trouble is, you're so large.
You wouldn't want to attempt
to get into my pants.
- Uh, no. Definitely not.
- Very good, Clayton.
Now...
Oh, I know!
This... This absolutely
swims on me,
so that should deal
with your upper half.
And now we just need to deal
with the rest, don't we?
- Do you have any baggy shorts
or pajama bottoms? - Uh, no.
I'm sorry. Uh, my pajamas
are all tailored.
Would it be too distressing for
you to continue with that towel?
It's hardly more immodest
than a kilt, you know.
- Yes? How very sporting of you, Clayton.
- Say, is this, um, the...
Yes, it's the only
memento I ever kept.
My original sketch
for the Monster.
- Uh, shall we?
- Yeah.
When we've finished eating, if Hanna's
not back, shall we try a few more sketches?
I thought you'd given
up on my drawing.
Yeah, but I'd like
to try again.
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