Saving Mr. Banks

Wind's in the east,

mist coming in,

like something is brewing,

about to begin.

Can't put my finger

on what lies in store,

but I fee! what's to happen

all happened before.

- Mr. Russell.

- Mrs. Travers.

Like pink clouds on sticks.

Excuse me?

The cherry blossom.

I was trying to think of what it looks like.

The car should be here by now.

May I use the phone?

I canceled it.

You...

What?

Pamela?

"Mrs. Travers. "

Mrs. Travers,

why would you cancel the car?

I sham be going.

We've been through this.

I've changed my mind.

You made an agreement.

You understand? A verbal agreement.

Why in the world are you speaking to me

as if I were a neonate?

- He's going to...

What?

What is he going to do? Sue?

He's very welcome

to every penny I don't possess.

Look.

I've represented you for a long time.

I like 10 think of you as a friend.

Yes, I like 10 think it.

Believe me, I know it's not reciprocated.

I would never suggest anything

that would cause you anguish,

but there's no more money, Pamela.

"Mrs. Travers. "

Simply no more.

Sales have dried up, no more royalties.

You refuse to write further books, so...

Do you understand? I...

I'm frightened you don't

understand what that means.

I know what he's going to do to her.

She'll be cavorting and twinkling,

and careening towards a happy

ending like a kamikaze!

We've been trying to do

this deal for 20 years.

He's agreed to both your stipulations.

No animation, script approval.

Use her to pay my bills?

If I believed in a hell,

I'd be sitting in its waiting room.

Script approval!

He's never granted anything

like that before!

I don't know what else to do!

- Where's Polly?

- I fired her.

It's just as well.

It seems I can't afford

her anymore, anyway.

You don't know what she means to me.

Polly?

Of course not Polly!

Sake!

Los Angeles.

You only have to

go and work there for two weeks.

Collaborate.

You haven't signed over the rights yet.

Yet?

You must make this work, Mrs. Travers.

- Oh, I must, must I'?

- You need the money!

- I don't want to see you go broke.

- Stop saying money!

It's a filthy, disgusting word!

I'm picking up

the phone now, Mrs. Travers.

I have final say.

You do.

I have final say.

And if I don't like

what they're doing to her...

Then you don't sign the papers.

He can't make the film

unless you grant the rights.

It's an exploratory trip.

What do you say?

I want to keep my house.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Have you seen my daughter?

I was quite sure I left her

around here somewhere.

Her name is Helen.

No, uh... "Shirley. "

Uh, no... Um...

Huh.

Good Lord, I've quite forgotten.

Could it be "Prunella"?

No.

"Pamela"?

No, no, no, no.

I'm sure I have a special name for her.

"Ginty"!

Why, thank you, ma'am!

"Ginty" it is, of course. Yeah.

Now, have you seen her'?

H's me.

Gosh, so it is.

Thank goodness for that.

Oh, I was positive

I was going to be beheaded for losing

Her Highness,

The Royal Princess

Ginty McFeatheruffy!

Don't lose me.

Never.

I promise.

I'll never lose you.

You ready? Are you sure?

All right, the adventure's

about to begin. Come on.

Up!

There we go.

Can I help you?

I'm perfectly capable, thank you.

They've used all the space. So greedy.

I'll take it, madam.

I can put it up in front.

I don't want it up in front.

I would like it here

in the corresponding holding

area for my assigned seat.

The ight's closing

in just a few moments, madam.

- I'll have to take it.

- Ah, ah, ah!

You can move mine instead.

It's the gray one.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Will the child be a nuisance?

It's an 11-hour ight.

I don't...

Jolly good.

I hope we crash.

Where's the carriage?

Carriage? Who needs a carriage?

But, darling, we have so many...

A leisurely stroll is a gift,

darling! It's a gift!

Now, Biddy' are you staying?

- Mmm-mmm.

- You're coming with us?

- Mmm-hmm.

- Excellent!

All right.

Thank you so much.

For everything.

- Thank you, miss.

All right.

Hurry up, everyone.

We mustn't be late for the train.

All aboard! Everybody ready?

Yes.

See you soon, Katie Nanna.

Take care, love.

All right. Everybody ready?

Walking bus!

- Left, right, left, right...

- Miss!

- Miss!

- Oh.

Thank you.

Left!

Left, right, left.

And one, two, three.

New town, new job, new bank, new life!

Come on, my little ducklings!

Right, left!

Come on! Come along! Come along!

Halt!

"Allora. "

Ginty. Come on, my love.

Mmm...

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are beginning our descent

into Los Angeles.

Oh, he does, does he'?

Travers? P.L. Travers?

- Mrs"

- Okay.

Well, welcome, Mrs. P.L. Travers.

Welcome to the City of Angels.

Let me take those for you.

- I'm perfectly capable...

- Come.

Oh, never mind.

The sun came out

to say hello just to you.

Don't be preposterous.

It smells, like...

Jasmine.

- Chlorine and sweat. Ugh!

It's dreadful.

Ugh!

Absurd.

Are you all right back there,

Mrs. P.L. Travers?

It's not "Mrs. P.L."

It's just "Mrs. "

It's so hot.

Oh. No problemo!

No problemo.

We got a brand new

air conditioning system, Mrs.

Yeah.

Just about make you feel like

you're in good old

Eng-er-land again!

I tell you, the things they

can put in cars these days.

Gosh almight...

No problemo.

And here we are, ma'am.

Thank you.

Ma

fir?

Would you like me

to unpack for you, ma'am?

Young man, if it is your ambition

to handle ladies' garments,

may I suggest you take

employment in a launderette.

Odd.

Odd, Odd.

Oh, dear.

For heaven's sake.

What on earth is...

How...

What on...

No, no, no. This will never do.

Absolutely no pears.

No pears.

A palace.

Complete with mighty steed.

And chickens.

Oh, my.

Oh, we'll make beautiful

memories here, my angel.

Come on.

- All right?

- Mmm.

Girls. Come on.

In this house, you get to share a room!

Good riddance.

Now...

I'll take care of this.

How old do they think I am?

Five years old, or something.

Poor A.A. Milne.

Ghastly business.

Duck, dog' out.

Much better.

And you can stay there until

you learn the art of subtlety.

Oh!

Lassie!

Ah!

There you are.

Don't worry.

There's nothing wrong

with your television set.

This is a pixie bell.

The sound is much too high

for human ears.

Oh!

There you are, Tink.

Hey!

Hey! Get that stuff off of me!

You know, if you're familiar

with our story of Peter Pan,

you know a little sprinkling

of Tinker Bell's fairy dust

can make you y. Huh.

Where are you going, Tink?

Haven't you forgotten something?

Off!

That's how we deal with you.

Good morning, Mrs.

It's not "Mrs. " It's...

Never mind.

We're just not going

to get it right, are we?

What's that?

Will it be the same driver every day?

Yes, ma'am. lam all yours.

Hey, sun came out again.

You say it as if you're surprised.

As if the sun were particular

about for whom it appears.

It seems that you think

that I am responsible

for its miraculous dawning every day.

For heaven's sake, it's California.

Certainly is.

I'd so much rather be

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