Saving Mr. Banks Page #5

Ah, the Countess Mary Sparklestick.

Pray tell me, what are you

concentrating so hard on?

I'm laying eggs.

Really? Fabulous.

Today, I'm a hen.

Indeed.

I can see the feathers

sprouting as we speak.

Helen Goff, will you lay

the table for supper, please?

I'm not Helen.

She can't possibly lay the table,

she's busy laying eggs.

Helen, will you lay the table

for supper, please?

She's laying!

Sorry.

I should...

Ginty.

Don't you ever stop dreaming,

Ginty, my love.

You can be anyone you want to be.

Anyone.

I want to be just like you.

Don't.

Don't.

Are you all right, Mrs.?

Mrs. Travers?

Mrs. Travers.

We were saying we'd like to

play you the song in the bank.

Would that be good?

Mmm.

OKEY-

Fidelity Fiduciary Bank.

lam Dawes.

"So, you have tuppence.

"May I be permitted to see it?

"No, I want it

"to feed the birds," Michael says.

"Fiddlesticks boy!

"Feed the birds and what have you got?"

Fat birds!

But...

If you invest your tuppence

Wisely in the bank

Safe and sound

Soon the tuppence

Safely invested in the bank

Mrs. Brill says Father

is presenting the medals.

He is, indeed. On behalf of the bank.

Maybe he'll pin one on me

for the maypole.

He might.

Where is Father?

I think he's practicing

his speech somewhere.

Two, please.

And you'll achieve

That sense of conquest

As your afuence expands

In the hands of the directors

Who invest as propriety demands

Father!

Back in Ireland. Ah!

I miss her green hills so.

Why is he speaking for the bank?

He is the manager' sir.

He looks terrible.

Good afternoon, distinguished guests,

our biggest supporter,

Mr. Randolph Belhatchett,

and his lovely wife.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.

I'm honored to be here on behalf of

the Belhatchett Bank of Australia.

Shortly, it will, uh...

It will be my very pleasant duty

to present the awards

to our young performers.

But, we, uh... But before I begin,

allow me a very few words to

our very youngest citizens

about the, uh... About the, uh,

the role of the bank in our community.

When you deposit tuppence

in a bank account

Soon...

Soon, you'll see...

...that it blooms into credit of a...

generous amount.

Semiannually

And you'll achieve

that sense of stature

As your influence expands

To the high

Financial strata

That established credit now commands

You can purchase

first and second trust deeds

- Think of the...

- Foreclosures!

Bonds!

DICK; Chattels!

Dividends!

- Shares!

Bankruptcies!

- Debtor sales!

Opportunities!

All manner o..

Private enterprise!

Shipyards!

The Mercantile!

Collieries!

Tanneries!

Incorporations!

Amalgamations!

- Banks!

- Banks!

Thanking you kindly. Thank you.

I, um...

Where was I?

Ah!

Oh, yeah.

It's a marvelous thing

to encourage our children

to open bank accounts.

Marvelous thing!

My, my, uh...

My daughter, the Princess Ginty!

She's... She's...

Uh, how old are you?

Ginty, come up. Come up here.

Come, Ginty.

Ginty has an account,

and that's good!

Well, give her a drink!

I mean, give her a hand.

I shall return in just a few moments

to present the awards.

But right now,

I need to relieve myself.

Give us your shoulder, Ginty, will you?

I'm bursting. There's a good girl.

In the Dawes

Tomes, Mousely, Grubbs

Fidelity Fiduciary

Bank

I think it works.

It's getting close.

Why did you have to make him so cruel?

He was not a monster!

Who are we talking about? I'm confused.

You all have children, yes?

Yes, yes.

And do those children

make letters for you?

Do they write letters?

Do they make you drawings?

And would you tear up

those gifts in front of them?

It's a dreadful thing to do.

I don't understand.

Why must Father tear up

the advertisement

his children have made,

and throw it

in the fireplace?

Why won't he mend their kite?

Why have you made him

so unspeakably awful?

In glorious Technicolor,

for all the world to see?

If you claim to make them live,

why can't he...

They live well?

I can't bear it. Please, don't.

Please, don't.

I feel like I let him down again.

Mrs. Travers?

I don't suppose you can

give me any more for the pain?

When will enough be enough, Travers?

Hmm?

I brought you something, Father.

Be a darling, Ginty, my old pal.

Come here.

Come here. Come close.

I'm sick.

You'll help Father out, won't you?

In my washroom,

there's a bottle of medicine

that Father needs.

Mother took it away.

Oh, God damn it!

I wrote you a poem, Father.

It won first place at school.

Shall I read it to you, Father?

It's hardly Yeats, is it?

Mrs.?

L, uh... I brought you a tea.

It's blasphemy to drink tea

from a paper cup.

Oh. Uh...

Here.

Is everything okay, Mrs?

Would you like me to drive you home?

All the way to England? Yes, please.

You, uh... You got family

back there, Mrs?

You're an impertinent man, you know?

You ask an awful lot of questions

that have absolutely no relevance

to your being able

to carry out your duties.

I know. Yeah, I do, do that, yes.

And you have no barometer.

Let's just say I haven't family

who would notice whether

I were halfway across the world

or sitting in my living room.

Make a furrow. There.

That's a good stick for digging.

- A furrow'?

- Yes.

All right.

I got a kid.

Most people do.

Jane.

Yeah.

What a terrific kid.

Beautiful little girl.

She's got a lot of problems, though.

She's handicapped, you know'?

She's in a wheelchair.

See, and that's why I concern myself

with the weather so much.

Sunny day, she can sit outside

in the garden.

Rainy day, I gotta leave her

cooped up inside.

I worry about the future,

but you can't do that.

Only today.

Mmm.

Yeah.

Now, look.

It's a bandstand.

Ah!

Ah! A river!

- Lake.

- Lake.

Hmm.

Hey, hey, hey, I sure would

like to take her there.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Mother?

I know you gave it to him.

Take care of your sisters.

What?

I know you love your father more.

But one day, you will understand.

Hmm.

Mother!

Mother?

Mother!

Mother!

Come on, Albert.

Mother!

Please!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

It's time to go home.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

Yes, that will be very good.

Let's have that.

I think we should go with Frida Kahlo.

Mrs. Travers. Yes?

Pam. Walt.

Mr. Disney.

I'm calling to, uh...

Well, to check up on you.

I understand things

didn't go so well today.

Something about Mr. Banks?

They went as well as they've gone

on every other day that I've been here.

I don't recall any special phone calls

from you on any of those other evenings.

Pam,

what's this all about?

I mean, really?

I'm wondering what I have

to do to make you happy.

Oh.

And you're wondering that,

too, aren't you?

You know, you've never

been to Disneyland,

and that's the happiest place on earth.

Tommie! Cancel my morning tomorrow.

I'm gonna take a ride

with my favorite author.

No, no, no, please, Mr. Disney,

I cannot begin to tell you

how uninterested,

no, positively sickened lam

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