The V.I.P.s Page #10

- No. I just came up to say I'm sorry.

- Isn't that for me to say?

- No, for me.

I've got a little confession to make.

I'll make it in one sentence and then go.

In all my life...

...I never really understood

one single woman.

- You?

- Yes, me.

I know that's like Einstein saying

he never really understood figures...

...but it's true.

It's good I made you laugh.

I don't understand all men.

But I think I understand you, Marc.

And I like what I understand.

Good night.

See you tomorrow.

Oh, my poor darling.

Oh, don't worry, my love.

I'll be all right,

just so long as I've got you.

Of course.

Baby? Do you remember those shares

in the company you gave me?

Of course I do. You keep them, darling.

They cannot help me now.

That was sweet of you to think of that.

You mean they're not worth

anything anymore?

On the contrary,

they're gonna go way, way up.

How marvelous.

I thought after all you told me, that I was

going to be just as broke as you were.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Who is it?

- Miss Mead.

Just a minute.

- What do you want, dear?

- I'd like you to endorse a check, please.

- Couldn't it wait till tomorrow morning?

- No, I don't think it could.

Good. I think you should read it,

Mr. Mangrum.

You should never sign things blind.

I better take it.

It has to be in your bank by 10.

Wait a minute. What's this?

I'll tell you in the morning. We don't want

to bother Miss Marshall with business.

- You're not trying to tell me that's real?

- It's real.

He signed it for me downstairs

in the lounge.

I filled in the amount myself.

It is quite correct.

You?

What?! You little beauty!

Oh, Mr. Mangrum! Please!

- You little... You bloody humdinger!

- Mr. Mangrum.

- Have you gone mad?

- I'd better go before the police get here.

No, no, no, stay a little.

I got work to do. Listen.

- Get Fordman Sr. In New York right away.

- Fordman.

After that, Kingsford. Dave Kingsford.

You got his private number?

- I think so. Somewhere.

- Are you going to do business?

Listen, you'll probably have to

extend the options by 24 hours.

- Do you want me to go?

- No, wait a minute.

You'll have to up the price.

If I could get to New York

to the board meeting tomorrow.

- How's the fog?

- It's clearing.

The porters just told me.

Takeoff tomorrow, 8:45, definite.

Definite.

I... We got them.

- Amalgamated Motors is beaten.

- Yes, Mr. Mangrum.

They've had it. We've beaten them.

- Listen... What's that?

- Miss Marshall, going.

Yeah, well. Listen, third call...

No, on second thought,

we'll use two phones.

You get Fordman on that in New York.

- I'll use the bedroom and get Kingsford.

- All right. Here.

Yeah, thanks.

And...

- Miss Mead?

- Yes, Mr. Mangrum?

I'll say it in the morning.

Get me international, please. New York.

Would you have that posted for me?

The last post has gone, sir.

- Is there any hurry for it?

- No.

No hurry.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much indeed, sir.

I shan't need the car tonight.

The fog's lifting.

No trouble getting home.

Report to the commander in the morning.

He'll give you my orders.

- Yes, Mr. Andros.

- Good night.

Good night, sir.

Madam.

- What, is the airplane leaving?

- No, madam.

No planes are leaving before 7 a.m.

Would madam perhaps

be better off in bed?

Well, I suppose so.

Thank you.

Not in, though. On.

In, and the trumpet of doom

wouldn't wake me.

Try one of these.

- What are they?

- No-Dorms.

- What do they do?

- Keep you awake all night. Useful in my job.

Well, I shall clearly arrive in Florida

in an advanced state of drug addiction.

Florida? That'll be nice now.

I envy you, madam.

- Oh, do you?

- People swimming and lying in the sun...

...in all them bright fancy clothes.

And beach parties

and midnight barbecues...

...and the girls doing the Twist

in their bikinis, as like as not.

You have a vivid imagination, I see,

and some aptitude for the halls.

Thank you, madam.

Yes, I envy you, all right...

...getting away from England

this time of year.

I don't really want to go at all.

I'd much rather stay at home.

Do you know a village in Sussex

called Thaxmead?

- Thaxmead? No.

- I just wondered.

Wait a minute. I've passed through it

on the Brighton-Lewes road.

- Yes.

- There's a great big red, ugly house there.

- Monster of a house there.

- That's... That's it.

'Tis red, 'tis big,

and it's rather ugly now.

They kept adding to it

in all the wrong periods.

Decidedly, a bit of a monster, but we...

The people who live there love it.

- You live there?

- In a cottage on the estate.

They have a better show of daffodils there

than anywhere in the country, they say.

And there's a tradition

that Shakespeare once stayed there.

Daffodils...

...that come before the swallow dares

and take...

...the winds of March with beauty.

I often wondered if

perhaps Shakespeare...

...was thinking of Thaxmead

when he wrote those lines.

It doesn't matter anyway.

All that does matter is that he wrote it.

- Isn't that so?

- Yes, milady.

No, no, no, milady,

please, it's a pleasure.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Number five?

- Shall I press it?

No, I want to speak to Dawkins.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Dawkins, airport director here.

I want the royal lounge made ready

by 1000 hours for the Russian delegation.

Oh, about 20 of them, I think.

Lay on caviar, champagne and cake.

Oh, some kind of Russian-looking cake.

How should I know what makes

a cake look Russian? Use your imagination.

- May I speak to you, sir? It's urgent.

- The Russian takeoff is 10:25.

By 10:
45, the lounge must be ready

for the American delegation.

Well, sandwiches, coffee and bourbon.

Their takeoff is 1100 hours.

- Yes! What is it?

- It's my VIP list, sir.

I thought perhaps you might know

who Mr. Lynn Mason is.

Why should I? Your VIP is your own pigeon,

Sanders. I've got my own to look after.

And they're a great deal more important

than your film stars and oil magnates.

- Thank you, sir.

- Sir, sir.

Excuse me. This letter for Madam Andros,

it was left last night for posting.

No sense in wasting a stamp.

Would you give it to her?

- Yes, thank you.

- Thank you.

This is Paul's handwriting, is it?

- Yes.

- Don't read it now.

- Why not?

- He doesn't want you to.

It's addressed to New York.

You can have it the day after tomorrow,

when it would have arrived.

By then you'll be strong enough

to read anything from him and laugh at it.

- Will I?

- I'll see to that.

May I have your attention, please.

BOAC announce the departure

of their flight BA 532 to Los Angeles.

- Mr. Buda, where's the wedding to be?

- Nuptials in England or Hollywood?

Switzerland, probably, or Andorra.

I see. Now, tell me, Miss Gritti,

how did he propose to you?

Well, he just said how much his life

will gain by marrying me.

- That came from the heart.

- How romantic, maestro.

Oh, and, boys,

I have another exciting news.

I'm going to be

in Mr. Buda's next picture.

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