Saving Mr. Banks Page #4

Quite.

Tommie?

Scotch Mist?

What do you think?

What do I think, what?

You're a woman.

Oh, that's a canny observation, Walt.

What am I missing here?

You think the female of the species

has some sort of psychic insight

when it comes to others of her kind?

We don't.

You're gonna get an ulcer

with all that unriddling.

Give it up.

Thai woman.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

What can I fix you?

A pot of tea, if you please.

Sure thing.

Ma'am.

Tea is balm for the soul,

don't you agree?

Catch the shook!

Grab her!

Girls, will you please just stop?

It's okay,

it's okay. I know, I know.

In you go.

All right?

It's okay.

Ahoy, Goffs! Ahoy!

Father!

Whoa! That's better.

What a wonderful surprise.

Did you finish early?

No, I couldn't stop thinking

of my beautiful girls

on this beautiful day

in this beautiful place.

And I thought' "To hell with it. "

But don't you have work to do?

"But, but, but. "

Butts are for goats, my love.

I'll put in

extra hours tomorrow.

A gift of a pear for milady.

Thank you.

Now, what are we playing?

The hen got out

and we've been trying to catch her.

Ah.

That's no hen.

That's Aunt Ellie,

your mother's horrendiferous sister!

That's a made-up word.

Yes, it is.

Hurry, catch her before

she flies away on the...

West wind!

West wind.

Quick, get Aunt Ellie!

Ellie!

Come on, Biddy!

That way.

Oh, she's a foul fowl!

Get Aunt Ellie!

Come on.

Grab her!

Hurry, Sergeant Ginty!

Fell the beast!

Darling, it's just that I'm a little scared.

Meg, sweet,

I had a throat scratch.

But the bank is getting you down again.

Perhaps my sister can help.

No. God, no.

I can endure. I will endure.

For the girls. Just, please...

Oh, God, not Ellie.

She's a foul fowl.

It's gotta be like a slogan.

Her prescription for life.

"An apple a day. "

"A stitch in time. "

"Time and tide wait for no man. "

Sugar.

"Sugar," yeah?

Jeff had vaccination day

at school yesterday.

- Ouch.

- No ouch.

- No ouch?

- Sugar.

They put it in a cube.

Medicine in sugar'?

"Cube" is an odd word.

"Spoonful. "

You need sugar'? We have sugar.

Well, morning! May I walk with you?

I'm sure there aren't any laws

in your country against it.

A robin feathering his nest

Has very little time to rest

Go back 10 the chorus.

For a spoonful of sugar

helps the medicine go down

The medicine...

It's not... It's missing...

Wait.

She always does the unexpected.

Mmm-hmm.

She goes up the banisters.

Go up!

Just a spoonful of sugar

Helps the medicine go down

That's it, that's it, that's it.

Man is in the forest.

I want you to play that for him.

Walt, hold on. I want you to hear this.

- It's just the chorus.

- Tell us what you think.

He knows

For a spoonful of sugar

helps the medicine go down

The medicine go down

The medicine go down

Just a spoonful of sugar

helps the medicine go down

We'll... We'll work out

the rest of the lyrics.

You see how it goes up

on the word "down"?

On the word "clown," it goes up.

It's ironic.

Oh, forget "ironic. "

It's iconic.

I won't be able to stop

singing that for weeks.

Well, it seems

enormously patronizing to me.

Just the son of annoying tune

you'd have playing

in your themed park, I daresay.

All giddy and carefree,

encouraging children

to face the world unarmed.

All they need is a spoon and some sugar

and a brain full of fluff

and they're equipped with life's tools.

Wonderful.

What's your point, Pam?

"Mrs. Travers," please.

My point is that, unlike yourself,

Mary Poppins is the very enemy

of whimsy and sentiment.

She's truthful.

She doesn't sugarcoat

the darkness in the world

that these children will eventually,

inevitably come to know.

She prepares them for it.

She deals in honesty.

One must clean one's room.

It won't magically do it by itself.

This entire script is flim-am. Hmm?

Where is its heart? Where is its reality?

Where is the gravitas?

No weight, Mr. Disney.

See?

"No whimsy or sentiment"

says the woman

who sent a flying nanny

with a talking umbrella

to save the children.

You think Mary Poppins has come

to save the children, Mr. Disney?

Oh, dear.

Mr. Belhatchett.

Good afternoon.

After you, my dear.

Allow me.

...or if I'm five minutes late

opening his stupid bank!

Well, then, he'll take to me

with the business end

of his beautiful hatchet!

There! Whack!

"Take that for not dropping

your bairns on schedule!"

Whack! "Go on, then!

Take that! Take that!"

- Mr. Belhatchett...

- I want you gone.

Ginty.

Sweet thing, what are you doing here?

You said today was ice cream day.

Ice cream day. Yes, I did.

Of course, of course.

What kind of a father am I?

Come here.

Are you fired again?

Yes. It does seem that...

No, sweetheart. No.

He's not.

Darling, wait inside for a second.

Mr. Belhatchett...

If you can't straighten up

for your own sake,

do it for your daughter.

Irresponsible.

We share a Celtic soul, you and I.

This world,

it's just an illusion, Ginty old girl.

As long as we hold that thought dear,

they can't break us.

They can't make us endure their reality.

Bleak and bloody as it is.

Money. Money, money.

Don't you buy into it, Ginty.

It'll bite you on the bottom.

I loathe

this place, Mr. Russell.

It's bringing up these...

Well, it's so hot and stuffy.

I feel as if I'm being attacked.

There's these odd dreams,

as if my subconscious were after me,

punishing me for entertaining the idea

that I might hand her over.

I'm at war with myself, Mr. Russell.

The script is ghastly.

Empty pap, just as I expected.

Yes. A few more days, then I'll decide.

Oh.

Serves me right.

Money, money, money.

It bit me on the butt.

Feed the birds,

tuppence a bag

Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag

Feed the birds

That's what she cries

While overhead, her birds fill the skies

All around the cathedral

the saints and apostles

Look down as she sells her wares

Although you can't see it

You know they are smiling

Each time someone

shows that he cares

Though her words are simple and few

Listen, listen

She's calling to you

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag

Tuppence

Tuppence

Tuppence a bag

That'll work.

But she's gonna say no, isn't she?

The woman is a conundrum.

My world was calm

Well ordered, exemplary

"Exemplary"

Then came this person

with chaos in her wake

And now my life's ambitions go

With one fell blow

It's quite a bitter pill to take

Inspired by someone we know?

You'd have to ask Bob.

She might surprise us all.

No, no, no, she won't.

You don't know that.

No, I do. I do know it.

I know it only too well.

I fought this battle from her side.

Pat Powers.

Oh, he wanted the mouse,

and I didn't have a bean

in my pocket back then.

He was this big' terrifying

New York producer,

I was just a kid from Missouri

with a sketch of Mickey.

It would've killed me to give him up.

Honest to God, would've killed me.

That mouse is family.

Go home.

This world,

it's just an illusion, Ginty old girl.

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