Royal Wedding Page #6

How could I ever close the door?

And be the same as I was before.

Darling no, no I can't anymore.

It's too late now.

(Rattle on door)

Who is it?

It's me Jamie, Tom.

Tommy me boy,

come in.

You all closed up

for the night?

Well, it's after two. But I never

close for you Tommy boy.

Thanks.

The show went well?

Fine! I didn't feel like going home

straight after the party

so I thought I'd stop by

and say hello.

Well you're just in time.

It was announced we go to see

the presents on Monday.

Thanks.

I was just about to try on

me suit for the Palace.

I'll slip into it. You have a look,

then you can tell me what you think?

Sure. Oh by the way,

isn't this Anne's night to visit you?

Yes, she was by

about an hour ago.

Picked up her money

and stole away like a pickpocket.

Did her call come through

from Chicago?

Naw! The bloomin' blighter

never called.

She must be upset?

Well I couldn't say.

I don't know

how Anne feels about anything.

She's not an easy one to get to know.

Very quiet she is, but deep.

At least I hope she is deep,

or else she's wasting

a lot of her time being quiet.

Well, brace yourself.

What do you think?

Do I look like a gentleman?

Jamie,

you look like a banker.

- But do I look like a gentleman?

- It's written all over you.

I got it this afternoon

from Percy Munro.

Last year, when he got pneumonia,

they bought it for him to be buried in.

But he recovered.

My only advice is, if you meet the

Royal Family, I wouldn't bow too low.

Remember this is a wedding,

not a coming out party.

I see what you mean.

I'll watch it.

Are you excited?

Excited. No, I'm just scared.

Nervous and scared.

Why?

It's meeting the old crow again. I haven't

clapped eyes on her in three years.

I know.

It's funny, if it wasn't

for this Royal Wedding,

probably I'd never

cross her path again.

I tell you what.

On Monday, I'll call for you

and take you down to meet her.

I'll give you moral support.

That's nice of you, Tommy.

Unusually nice of you.

You're a good man

you are.

I don't know what Annie's doing waiting

for this knucklehead in Chicago

when she knows a fellow like you

here in town.

That's love Jamie.

What about you?

Do I look like

the settling down kind?

Come on let me out.

Oops. I'll do the bending,

I'm dressed for it.

Thank you Tommy.

Goodnight pal.

Goodnight buddy.

(Tommy voice-over in song)

Everywhere that beauty glows you are.

Everywhere an orchid grows

you are.

Everything that's young and gay.

Brighter than a holiday.

Everywhere the angels play

you are.

You're like Paris in April and May.

You're New York on a silvery day.

A Swiss Alp

as the sun grows fainter.

You're Loch Lomond

when autumn is the painter.

You're moonlight on a night in Capri.

And Cape Cod looking out at the sea.

You're all places

that leave me breathless.

And no wonder,

you're all the world to me.

(Singing) Every night at seven.

Dum de Dem.

(Ellen)

Come in!

- Morning.

- Oh hello Edgar.

Absolutely fantastic notices,

everyone.

You could stay on for years.

Have you seen the dailies?

- Rather!

- Oh, we're so thrilled.

There's been an eight-week call

at the libraries.

There's been a what?

At the what?

The libraries, old boy.

That's what we call our ticket brokers.

They want block of seats

eight weeks in advance.

Why didn't you say so?

Oh Tom, did you see the one

where they say we're brilliant?

Where?

Oh Edgar have you called Irving yet?

- I'm off to the office now.

(Phone rings)

I'll take it in my room.

Edgar, sit down a sec, will you?

I want you to do a favour for me.

At your command old boy.

When you call Irving, ask him

to find out what happened to a boy

who used to work at Ogilvies

Department Store in Chicago.

His name is, er, Hal Rayton.

I've written it all down.

- Oh, right you are.

- Will you do that?

And don't say anything

to anybody about it. Will ya?

It shall be graveyard old boy.

Graveyard.

- Thanks.

- Cheerio!

This is New York.

We're ready in London.

Mr. Irving Klinger

is on the line.

Hello. Hello.

Irving there. Edgar here.

- Hey Eddie, so how are things?

- Buzzin' right along.

Smash huh.

So how are the notices?

Wizard old boy,

wizard!

- That bad, huh?

- No. No. No. Wizard, wizard.

Oh!

Wizard.

Yes. Now look, Tom wants you to

follow up on a chap named Hal Rayton.

Hal Rayton, huh.

What does he do a single?

Mr. Rayton is not

in the theatrical profession.

He ain't in the theatre,

so who needs him?

It's a personal matter

of Tom's.

When last heard from,

Mr. Rayton was employed

at Ogilvies department store

in Chicago.

Ogilvies. Dig ya. I'll throw

the hassle to our Chicago branch.

Have the whole mess in your lap

in a fast two days.

No, no,

that won't be necessary.

Just follow up on the Rayton matter

and let us know.

Nadge. I just said:

Pip now!

Oh. Oh yes, er er...

Dig you!

Oh,

there's Jamie for you.

Wouldn't you know he'd be late?

Even to the Palace.

Now take it easy, Mother,

maybe the traffic was heavy.

It's not the traffic, it's Jamie.

Ever since I told him

I don't like to be kept waiting,

he's been keeping me waiting.

You know Mother, there's an old

Spanish proverb which goes:

He who doesn't love the faults

of his loved one doesn't love at all.

That may be well and good

for the Spanish, but I'm English.

- Do you know what I think?

- No dearie.

I think he's excited

about seeing you.

- Do you think so?

- Mm...

- How do I look?

- As elegant as can be.

Tommy,

tell him he's going too fast.

- Driver, could you slow down a little?

- Yes Sir.

What if we stopped to have a quick one,

to the health of the Royal Couple?

Sit back Jamie,

we're not stopping anywhere.

- Tell him to go a little slower.

- He can't. Don't be so nervous.

When you see her, be sure you act

like the gentleman you look like.

I will. But if she says

one word of criticism,

I'll hit her on the head

with this cap.

You'll do nothing of the kind.

Here we are, stop here driver.

Walk the rest of the way.

Go on now, don't lose your nerve.

Get in there. Go on.

Hello Jamie.

Good-day Sarah.

Jamie, your suit's handsome,

handsome.

Thank you. I'm sorry I'm late.

The traffic was heavy today.

I told the cabby

to go as fast as he could.

- Shall we go?

- Allow me.

Jamie don't.

I knew the code. There are some days

when you can do nothing wrong.

- Do you think they'll stay together?

- Sure.

I hope so. For them as well as for me.

I could never have left Mother alone.

Now you can get married

and forget about it.

Yes...

(Knock on door)

Yeah.

- Good evening.

- Edgar!

I have the information you require

regarding Mr. Rayton.

Oh, what?

Oh it's nothing terribly exciting.

Mr. Rayton still works at Ogilvies.

He's still in the luggage department.

He used to live in Chicago proper,

but not long ago, he and his wife

moved to Evanston.

His wife?

Why yes, he was married

several months ago.

My, my, my!

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