The Yellow Rolls-Royce Page #3

Good night.

Therese, you go in the second car

with Jean-Louis.

And you too, Angela.

But where's the ambassador?

Oh, good God.

Lord.

Lord, I am most happy

to bring you glorious news.

Our crisis is over.

Your crisis? Oh, crisis.

Yes, splendid.

Our Macedonian invaders

have now retreated...

...taking a few cattle with them.

- We will ask for the usual compensation.

- Oh, yes, yes, of course.

But what is this?

You are all going to a wedding?

- I was told it was horse racing.

- Yes, yes, it is horse racing.

The English are always so absurd

about over-dressing for everything.

Anyhow, you're far more

sensibly dressed than we are.

Much more colorful too.

That fur in your hat, is that badger?

- Badger.

- Yes, I thought it was.

Fane, take care of His Excellency,

will you? See he gets to the right box.

Good Lord.

Oh, dear Lord,

I think your horse is going to win, yes?

No, I haven't got a horse in this race,

dear ambassador.

It's the next one, the Gold Cup.

I would like to have some champagne.

What about you, Mr. Fane?

I'd love some.

I'm so sorry about last night.

I must see you alone.

I go this evening.

Please.

Impossible.

Where?

Unless...

Unless?

The yellow Rolls-Royce.

- The yellow Rolls-Royce?

- The yellow Rolls-Royce.

Goodbye for now, Lady St. Simeon.

Such an unusual color, Lady Frinton.

Yes, isn't it, Mr. Fane?

Hello, Angela.

- Oh, hi.

- Are you winning?

Not yet, darling.

When?

The only time it will be safe

is during the Gold Cup.

But he'll expect me to be with him.

You can make some excuse.

The Gold Cup.

I can't.

You won't see me for a very long time.

I can't do this to him.

Yes, you can.

- Look, look.

- What is it?

Their Majesties.

- Darling, you going to the tote?

- Yes.

- Hope you bet your maximum.

- Whole pound.

- Are you alone? I thought Jean-Louis...?

- Gone into the paddock.

It wouldn't be right to be photographed.

I'll take you to the tote, then we go

to the paddock looking proud.

- No.

- No?

I'm scared of the paddock.

I'll have to meet Queen Mary.

She'll compliment me on my hat.

- She'll be quite right. It's a pretty hat.

- She scares me.

Oh, nonsense.

And I don't like being watched

by crowds.

Well, you have to give me

my good luck kiss in the box.

Now.

Good luck.

Aren't we going to watch the race?

The American ambassador,

I promised to see it from his box.

- Darling, he has a horse running.

- Well, so have I.

I know. But his hasn't a chance,

and yours is going to win.

So common charity demands

I should be with him, don't you think so?

I thought charity began at home.

Oh, I must go, I'll be late.

Have I got time to offer you champagne

before your inevitable triumph?

Yes, Angela, there's still plenty of time.

- A half a bottle of the widow, please.

- Clicquot half. Thank you.

Well, Eloise

should be a very proud wife tonight.

Yes, let's hope so, anyway.

Everything in the world, Charles.

Thank you, Angela.

Oh, you look worried.

Of course I'm worried. The Frenchman.

The Frenchman. Oh, yes.

Any other horse in the field

that could beat June the 10th?

No, no, no, of course not. No.

What do you mean, then?

Nothing, nothing at all, Charles.

Don't be so silly.

Just that you are not to worry.

What do you know?

Nothing.

A great deal less than you,

I should imagine.

Charles,

Fane is a very fascinating young man.

And Eloise is at that age...

Oh, forgive me, Charles.

- When an adventure of this kind

can give her a last clutch at youth.

Assignations in summer houses

or in yellow Rolls-Royces...

...in Ascot car parks

must seem tremendous fun to her.

It's all so understandable.

Charles,

now don't make a big thing of it.

Eloise is far too sensible a woman

to let things get out of hand.

Yes.

Thank you, Lady St. Simeon.

Gracious me. I'm not Angela anymore?

No.

I thought you were going to be late

for the Gold Cup. That would never do.

He's looking fine.

The crowds haven't worried him a bit.

Even King George didn't upset him.

Mickey, look after things, will you?

I'll join you as soon as I can.

All right.

And he never even wished me luck.

Will he get mounted, please?

- Congratulations, my lord.

- Thank you.

Why weren't you watching the race

from your box?

- Nerves?

- Of course.

Where did you watch the race from?

Over there. Away from the crowd.

Excuse me,

I have to go to the unsaddling enclosure.

Lady Frinton, what would you call

the material of that charming dress?

Broiderie Anglaise.

- With matching accessories?

- Yes, gray ones.

This must be the happiest day

of your life, Lord Frinton.

Thank the Lord you're here.

Where have you been hiding yourself?

My boy.

My boy.

MAN:

Lord Frinton.

Lord Frinton.

His Majesty is waiting

to present you with the cup.

Oh, yes, of course.

Do you love him?

I'm mad about him.

Angela St. Simeon said something

about it not being important.

Not really important, I mean.

Something about your

clutching for your youth.

Angela would.

Is it true?

I'm mad about him, voil tout.

Yes, voil tout.

And I repel you now?

The illness was a lie, wasn't it?

Yes.

And you hate me even to touch you?

I love you, Charles.

I've always loved you.

That's very kind of you to tell me.

- Isn't it enough?

- No, it's not enough.

You know it's not enough.

Yes, I do. I'm sorry.

So, what are we to do?

You can divorce me.

You know I can't.

Divorce is out of the question.

Yes, I realize that.

Then why did you say it?

Just because it is out of the question.

I can't understand how it's gone wrong.

Oh, Charles, darling.

Oh, don't cry.

Osborn can see you in his mirror.

Oh, yes, of course he can.

The little holiday was to Caracas?

Yes.

Would it have cured you?

I don't know.

Does he love you?

I don't think so.

Oh, Eloise, for God's sake, why?

It's a stupid question, I suppose.

No, not stupid. Just unanswerable.

And so, what are we to do?

Go on, I suppose.

What else can we do?

Oh, God.

How I'm gonna hate living from now on.

- Congratulations.

- Well done, Charles.

Good show.

Everyone in.

We'll fill it with champagne.

Norwood, please.

Come in, dear ambassador.

Come in, Therese.

Thank you, Osborn. That will be all.

My lord.

Oh, thank you, Norwood.

Pretty thing, isn't it?

Yes, my lord.

It will go very nicely with the others.

Yes.

Oh, Osborn.

Yes, my lord?

Have the motor car returned to Hoopers.

Why, my lord?

It displeases me.

Hey, baby.

- All right, I'll buy you anything you like.

- Oh, who cares what I like?

She got a mood.

She's hungry.

I'll take her to Tonino's.

From there, she can see the statue

of Christopher Columbus, whole works.

The tenor sings good there, Joey.

Like the idea?

I've heard tenors since we landed here.

Oh, have I heard tenors.

Can't they sing anything here

except "O Sole Mio"?

I learnt that at my mother's knee.

I know what you learnt at your

mother's knee, it wasn't "O Sole Mio."

Look, baby, down here, "O Sole Mio"...

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