Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid Page #6

Ship her to London, stick her in a Zoo

and charge admission.

Ought to do plenty of business

with a good, healthy mermaid.

They'll never get her... never.

Unless, of course, you can

dig up your wife.

Just a figure of speech, you understand,

no offense intended.

Darling, Darling, get ready, Honey,

we've got to get out of here, right away.

- What rot, what pure, utter rot.

- Yes, Master.

Heard of mermaids, of course,

can't remember ever having seen one though.

- No sign whatever of Mrs. Peabody?

- No, Master.

Colonel, this is a matter now for Police.

Get your men down there at once and go

through the whole place from cellar to roof.

I'll take the Flying Squad,

see if I can find the blighters.

Drag the pond and scour

every inch of the grounds.

Better throw a cordon

around the block, too.

- How's that?

- Don't pay any attention to him.

Get going, if there's murder here,

I want to know about it.

Very good.

- Charlie.

- Yes, Sir.

While under the influence

of homogenized milk,

- I've just done a very, very shameful thing.

- I was afraid of that, Sir.

- I ratted on a fellow creature.

- You didn't, Sir?

I did. We don't want that

to happen again, do we?

- No, indeed, Sir.

- No.

So, can you mix a triple martini?

I believe so, Sir...

in a beer glass.

- Well, all right, bring me five of 'em.

- Five?

- Six.

- Yes, Sir.

- A lovely day.

- Beautiful.

I can't remember when I've seen exactly

that particular purple light on the sea.

Please, Darling, please

come on, will you?

They're coming for

us, don't you understand?

I mean, you don't want

to be stuck in a zoo in London?

I'm not playing, believe me, this is no

time for play, I'm... I'm very serious.

I'm not angry, I'm hurt,

very deeply hurt.

Obviously, you don't trust me.

Though what I've done to deserve this,

I don't know, I'm sure.

I thought I'd done everything possible to

convince you that... that whatever I did was...

ultimately, for your own good.

But... apparently you...

Stone crypts.

Oh, my Darling.

Won't answer his phone, neither.

Now, now, Darling, don't cry.

I won't let you go, I won't leave you,

never in the world, never when I'm alive.

Shall we break it down, Sir?

Certainly not! Why, this is a man's home.

We'll simply have to return

for further instructions.

I'm all right now.

Just not used to submarine life.

Not my element... water, I'm afraid.

Darling, if...

- What's that?

- A bunch of silly rocks, isn't it?

That's Kiura, Sir.

Kiura, where have I heard about that place.

Come around it.

It could be worse, I suppose...

not much.

Wonderful, Darling, exactly what we needed.

Nothing like keeping a cool head

about you when packing.

What's all that muck?

- Picnic.

- All right, all right, drop it.

The man asked.

Is there any island around

here he could've got to?

Well, unless he went overboard

he's bound to be somewhere around.

- All right, all right, put it back.

- Pardon, Sir.

- The bottle, it's evidence, put it back.

- But who's got any bot...

As soon as it's dark, I'm going to take the

boat around the Cape to that fishing village.

I'm going to write a letter to a man I know

who lives down in the Florida Keys.

As far away from any other

human beings as he can get.

And I'm going to pay one of

the fishermen to mail it for me.

If that man will send

me a map and a compass,

I'm positive we can make

his place in a few days.

And then we'll find us a place down there.

There're hundreds of little islands in the

Keys where I can build a shack on the Gulf.

I mean, just think, away from

the world completely.

No radio, no newspapers, no silly

news from Washington, no politics,

no rent trouble, no food shortages.

Nothing but peace,

quiet, and sunshine... wind...

Mr. Peabody?

Lee! Please!

Are you there, Sir?

Yes.

Will you come up, Sir,

or shall we come down?

I'll come up.

- Your wife's back in Boston with the kid.

- Yeah, I imagined she would be.

One of those daffy Army guys

flew her back in a bomber.

- She's a wonder, all right.

- And the...

He don't feel so good.

- Do you hear anything... anything odd?

- Like what?

- I hear it, by Jove.

- Yes, like some kind of singing?

Of course, it's like something I heard

off Capri once... a good 20 years ago.

It's exactly the same

sort of singing, by Jove.

- Lenore... Lee... where are you, Lee?

- Easy there! Peabody!

Bloody quick and come around.

Please, Lee.

Lee!

We're coming, Arthur!

Stick with it, Boy.

Lee! Where you are, Lee?

Arthur!

Lee!

Lee!

Lee!

Peeea-body!

I think I hear him.

Lee!

Where are you, Arrrr-thur?

And Mrs. Peabody questions this story?

- Don't you?

- What about you, Miss Martin?

Well... I'm afraid I didn't

all together follow it, Doctor.

- Who else have you told it to?

- Just Mrs. Peabody.

Well, let me make a suggestion.

Don't tell it again to anybody

who hasn't hit that air pocket.

- What air pocket?

- The 50th birthday, of course.

Oh, it's all right to talk about it

to an old Purple Heart like me.

But you're wasting your

time trying to explain

it to children like Mrs. Peabody...

Miss Martin.

Just wait... let them find

it out for themselves.

- Fitzgerald pulled you out, I take it?

- Yes.

- How long were you in the hospital?

- Three days, I was pretty done in.

- You can go, Miss Martin.

- Yes, Sir.

In the first place,

try to remember this:

You're not the first man nor will you be

the last to have a tough time rounding 50.

It happens to everybody, male and female.

Why, it took me 5 years to make it.

I was 49 for so long, I don't know

to this day, how old I am.

- Really?

- Sit down.

As a matter of fact, your case was a breeze

compared to what I went through.

My trouble, you see, was an ice skater.

The most radiant, beautiful, bewitching

little creature you could imagine.

And the amazing part of it was

she could also skate through the air.

Right through my window and into my room.

Well, Sir, one night...

He explained the whole thing, quite simply,

and clearly, what hallucinations are,

and what a shock like nearly drowning

can do to a man of... well... fifty.

Oh, for heaven's sake, what's 50

got to do with it? He's crazy.

Oh, yeah, crazy as a coot.

You should've heard the nutty

story he told me about himself.

All about some beautiful ice skater

that came sailing through the air...

And what's nutty about that?

- I'm sorry, Darling.

- It's all right, Dear.

I gave you a pretty bad time of it,

I guess, but it's all over now.

- Lenore, too?

- After trying to drown me?

- It's a fine thing, a mermaid for a rival.

- Yeah, pretty silly at that, wasn't it?

Well, at least I hope the next time you feel

yourself slipping, it'll be for someone real.

Something flesh and blood,

people can see and tell me about.

What's that?

- A little present.

- Oh, how sweet of you, Arthur.

Darling, it's beautiful, it's so different.

You didn't have to, Dear... really.

- I know... i wanted to.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes