The Making of the Life and Death of Peter Sellers Page #2

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dubbed "the human lightning bolt".

Like any professional, young Sellers

gives his equipment a once-over.

This attention to detail allowed this speedster

to leave Stirling Moss in the dust at Aintree.

Eyes clear, the ambitious Sellers

presents a portrait of determination.

What's that, sir?

What the bloody hell is that?

I'm going to phone the dealer.

Hard-shell paint job. Bollocks!

I'll murder him!

Come and see, Dad!

- Come on.

- All right, I'm coming.

Dad! Come and see. Please.

I fixed it. I made it look beautiful.

It looks just like a racing car now.

Dad? Don't you like it, Dad?

Dad?

You see, Michael? I fixed all your toys for you.

Aren't they beautiful?

Come on, darling,

we're going downstairs. Come on.

It's all right.

Your go.

Two.

Michael. You know

what happened this morning?

Yeah.

- You know Daddy didn't mean it, don't you?

- Yeah.

You know it's not your fault?

He's working very hard.

- He gets carried away sometimes.

- OK.

Michael. Can I see you for a second?

We're in here.

Hi, Mike. I've got a surprise for you.

Say, pardner, come and say howdy

to your new friend.

- Give him some apple.

- OK.

- Hello. Amazing.

- D'you like him?

- I love him.

- Come round the front.

- Look, Mum.

- I think he likes you.

Big smile for Daddy.

- Let's call him Fred.

- Fred.

He's asleep.

Tell me honestly, darling.

Is it hard to believe

that a woman like this

could fall for a man like me?

Maybe it is something to do

with the mystery of being in love.

I'm afraid, men,

we're going to have to take

all these little cars to the toy hospital.

It's just not charming any more.

That's good. I have to be more than

charming, I've got to be passionate.

I'm starring opposite the most

beautiful woman in the world.

Your son was terrified today.

I'm under a lot of pressure.

I could use your support.

You've always had my support, Peter.

It's my patience that I'm no longer sure about.

Peter.

- Peter, what are you doing?

- I've been bad.

- Oh, Peter, come out of there.

- No.

Oh, hello.

Do you want to come down here

and join the little people?

- Peter.

- Yes, my love?

Why can't we be a normal family?

We are.

You can't catch me!

- Sarah, I'm here.

- Waving to Daddy.

- That's nice.

- Get here, Michael.

- Champagne, Miss Loren?

- Please.

Thank you.

Are you tired?

I could give you a lift home after this.

My home is in Rome.

That's an awfully long drive, no?

Well, we do have all night.

You are sweet.

But the studio gives me a limo.

Besides, you live so far out here in the country.

It's out of your way to drive me into town.

Great thing about town,

you're so close to everything.

Buckingham Palace is across the way,

if you need to borrow some sugar.

It's not the moving I mind, Peter.

It's just not knowing I'm moving.

Darling, I'd like you to meet Ted Levy.

I've brought him on as our interior decorator.

By Royal appointment. HRH, you know.

To lighten your load, an' all. Ted. Anne.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Sellers.

He's a handsome devil.

But I figure a handsome man

will be able to make us a handsome flat.

- Yes.

- I wouldn't go as far as that.

Now, Anne, Ted has got some

brilliant ideas for this place.

- Mr Levy, was it?

- Ted.

Call time.

I've gotta go.

I've got to... I must dash orf.

You two, choose away!

Oh, have a drinkie-poo and make a night of it.

Ted, whatever's fine with Anne

is perfectly fine with me.

Why don't I show you what I've got in mind?

Darling, you made it.

Oh, Peter!

- Isn't your wife joining us?

- Andr.

What would sir and madam say to a little fish?

I'd probably say, "Hello, little fish".

Thank you.

- To us, my darling.

- You are wonderful.

I just can't believe my luck.

You are lucky? How?

We are going to be very happy together.

It's so dark in here, hm?

Oh, yes, well...

We have to take precautions, you know.

What do you mean, precautions?

Should we tell the world?

Stop all this sneaking about?

But, Peter, I thought

we were having a friendly dinner.

It'll be relief to you, too.

Ponti's such a nice man.

It must be hard, lying to your husband.

I think you are mistaken.

Go home to your children

and go home to your wife, Peter.

She's right.

They should be the first to know.

Well, what d'you think?

Does this mean you want a divorce?

You know, I hadn't thought about it.

Not necessarily.

Do you still love us?

Of course I do, sweetheart.

Just...

not as much as I love Sophia Loren.

What's he talking about?

I don't know, darling. Come here.

Hello, Ted. It's Anne Sellers.

I'm glad you're there.

I've had an idea about the colour.

Well, I was wondering if we could meet.

Yes. Yes, that would be lovely.

I'll see you there.

George, how are you?

Hello.

Are you enjoying being Sophia's stand-in?

Yes.

Have you ever ridden

in the back of a Rolls-Royce?

- Why, no.

- Next best thing to a Bentley.

Anne?

Michael.

You awake?

Hi, Dad.

What is it?

Your mother is sleeping

with the interior decorator.

- Where are the children?

- They're at Peg's.

If you leave this flat,

I'm going to jump off this balcony.

Don't make me any promises, Peter.

All right, I'll meet you downstairs.

I had you followed.

The detectives asked

if I wanted to see pictures. I said no.

- I thought that was rather chivalrous.

- How considerate.

You're not to leave this house again.

I forbid it. Come back here!

Anne!

I do love you.

I'm f***ing bored of the little boy!

Why can't you be a man?

You're a miserable, lying sh*t.

I hate you.

I'll meet you downstairs.

- And cut!

- Camera's cut.

Check the gate.

Could we do it again? I didn't quite feel it.

- There's no time, darling. Fix it in post.

- Oh, all right.

This way, Mrs Sellers.

Oh, Peter, I love you so much.

I'm so sorry I hurt you.

I should never have slept with Ted.

You're the best lover I ever had. I'm going

to tell Ted I never want to see him again.

Then we'll go out and eat a sumptuous meal.

Then I'll make love to you

like no wife has ever made love

to her husband before.

I'm just going to freshen up and then...

I'll meet you downstairs.

That's much better.

She's gone, Mum.

You're all right. You're with Peg now.

I thought if I just gave the world a little push,

it would all fall into place.

Well, at least you tried, dear.

Perhaps I should call Anne.

She left you. Let her go.

I just don't know what's going to happen next.

Don't you worry, my little boy.

The future's ours now.

And there are many ways of finding it.

Turn the light out, Bill.

Mr Sellers?

Maurice Woodruff. You wish to see me.

Roger Moore speaks very highly of you.

As he should. Come. The future is this way.

You are aware that green

is the unluckiest colour in the spectrum?

- It is?

- It's positively fatal.

- You feel better.

- Immensely.

So, what else is troubling you?

You're the fortune-teller.

Shouldn't you already know?

Even fortune's pump needs priming.

I keep making changes.

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