Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day Page #6

time to waste. To horse.

Well, I suppose

that was necessary.

You wanted the part. He'd

already chosen the Rabbit.

No, Delysia,

you mustn't do this.

But I must.

Ladies and gentlemen,

as you might know,

I'm putting on Pile on the Pepper

at the Ambassador, don't you know?

Have I mentioned this?

Anyway, it is my pleasure to

announce that I have, today,

cast the lead

actress, what?

She is not only Hortensia

in Pile on the Pepper,

she is also my Hortensia,

if you know what I mean.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your Hortensia

and my Hortensia,

Delysia Lafosse!

So

let's dance!

Michael?

May I?

- Please.

They don't remember

the last one.

No. They don't.

Delysia's name in lights at the

Ambassador. What do you think of that?

Well, it's certainly what

Delysia's always wanted.

Joe, my dear,

I don't think I could ever forgive

myself if last night's misunderstanding

got in the way of something

so, so important to us both.

I was wondering, could you

walk me home and let me explain?

Of course, my dear.

Of course.

Nice to have met you.

Did you see the planes?

Weren't they magnificent?

Madam?

Not now, thank you.

Well, what do you know?

It's my last night

singing at the club.

I'm going to be a star.

Well, aren't you going

to congratulate me?

I have done you

a disservice.

You have done what I asked.

That's your job.

It may well be my job, but what I have

done is untrue to you and untrue to me.

You have lost a man who

loves you for who you are,

not for who

you pretend to be.

And you, who are you to tell

me what's best for my life?

I'm nobody. But apparently

an expert on love.

No.

I have no one.

I am not

an expert on love.

I am an expert on the

lack of love, Delysia.

And that is a fate from which I

wish most fervently to save you.

Guinevere.

No pity, please. I endure

quite well, thank you.

Where to, ma'am?

Scarlet Peacock, please.

Do you know what

my name is, Guinevere?

I was under the impression

it was Delysia Lafosse.

Sarah Grubb.

One of the Pittsburgh Grubbs.

My father

is a steelworker.

No one else in the world

knows that, apart from Michael.

He doesn't judge me.

No. He wouldn't.

But you do.

- Me?

I certainly do not.

Oh, you think you don't,

but you do.

This is all I own,

Guinevere.

And two dozen pair

of shoes.

For all the fancy apartments

and fashion shows,

do you know how close I am

to having nothing?

Every day I wake up

and I think,

if I make the wrong move,

I could be out on that street,

with no clothes,

no food, no job

and no friends.

Just plain old

Sarah Grubb again.

Do you know what that's like?

Yes, I do.

You do?

In that at least,

we are alike.

And now my mascara's gonna run.

That will never do.

Here we are, ma'am.

How are you?

Hey.

Having fun?

Sweetheart.

- Nick. Hi.

Now, I've heard the news, darling.

Congratulations. It's the big time, huh?

Oh.

I thought you'd

be furious.

Furious, me? Why?

No. You and me,

we're the same.

We both get what we want

by bending a bit, don't we?

I get it, D.

It's business.

No, Nick, I...

I'll see you back

at mine later.

How can he just... He treats

me like I'm a common...

You don't think of

me like that, do you?

Of course not.

Delysia!

Darling!

Darling, you look perfect, what?

Doesn't she?

Guinevere, how lovely.

To you, I owe a special

debt of gratitude.

Champagne! The only thing as

delightful as my dear Delysia.

Darling, come on, finish

your glass. There's plenty.

It's all back on.

Darling,

that's marvelous.

Did you hear

the news?

These two lovebirds are

finally tying the knot.

Congrats, dear fellow.

When's the happy day, what?

We were going to keep it to ourselves

for the present, but you know the ladies.

Oh, do I ever.

Sorry, darling.

Couldn't keep it in.

It's nice to see

you again, madam.

May I add my

congratulations?

Let's dance!

If you don't mind,

Edythe, I have a...

Oh, you drone on, Joey.

Leonard will take me for

a spin, won't you, Lenny?

Be delighted, Edy.

Delysia, Phil, come on.

Of course!

Well, as we have

no conversation,

I have no option but to

ask you for the next dance.

Alas, I can dance

nothing but the waltz.

Are you all right?

- Yes.

Well, to take

another woman's escort...

You didn't take me,

I took you.

I'm sure Edythe can cope.

What happened to that

particularly beautiful scarf

you were wearing

at the fashion show?

What are you

talking about?

Despite your most elegant transformation,

the body is still the same.

Mr. Blomfield.

As are the eyes. Most

fetching, if I may say.

I'm not really sure

you should say.

I'm sorry. Professional

habit. A bad one.

I have to remember you're

not like these people.

Am I terribly

old-fashioned?

Indeed you are.

And all the better for it.

Am I making you

feel uncomfortable?

This is the most comfortable

I've felt all day.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Nick Calderelli's

Scarlet Peacock.

I'm delighted to introduce you tonight

to a very talented lady friend of mine.

And she can sing, too.

It's my pleasure

to bring you

Delysia Lafosse!

You're too kind, really.

Hello, Michael.

How was prison?

And to get us

in the mood,

we'll start with

Hot Shoe Shimmy.

Change of program.

If I Didn't Care.

If I didn't care

More than words can say

If I didn't care

Would I feel this way?

If this isn't love

Then why do I thrill?

And what makes my head go

'round and 'round

While my heart stands still?

If I didn't care

Would it be the same?

Would my every prayer

begin and end

With just your name?

And would I be sure

that this is love

Beyond compare?

Would all this be true

If I didn't care

For

you?

If I didn't care

Would it be the same?

Would my every prayer

begin and end

With just your name?

And would I be sure

that this is love

Beyond compare?

Would all this be true

If I didn't care

For

you?

Thank you, thank you.

Really.

Well, let's try something a

little more upbeat, shall we?

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is an air raid shelter!

Sir, stay...

- I'm going home.

You don't want to put

your wife in danger.

My wife?

She doesn't know I'm here.

I'm here, Delysia.

- Guinevere, I'm scared.

It's just a drill.

I'm sure it's just a drill.

But it won't always be,

will it?

We're going to war,

aren't we?

Yes, we are.

And that is why you must not waste

a second of this precious life.

Listen to me.

Once, I too

had ambitions.

Not your grand ones.

Simple ambitions.

Marriage, children

and a house of our own.

He died.

In the mud in France.

A good, solid man.

You would call him

dull, no doubt,

but he smiled whenever he saw me,

and we could've built a life on that.

Your heart knows

the truth, Delysia.

Trust it,

for life is short.

Michael?

Michael?

Michael?

Oh!

Delysia!

My God. I...

Nothing for 19 years and

then two in one day, what.

I'm so sorry.

The part's still yours,

darling.

Well, that's all right, Phil.

You enjoy your Hortensia.

In every way.

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