Last Holiday Page #3

Not any address?

No. I've been traveling about

a good deal lately.

I like travel, you know. Don't you?

I like what I've heard about it.

- Oh, I see you've been lucky, Mr. Bird.

- Have I?

Oh,

I see what you mean,

I'm sure Mr. Bellinghurst

will appreciate your kindness.

- Thank you.

- Not at all.

Uh, Mr. Gambini,

Mr. Bird has just arrived.

Oh, Mr. Bird. Welcome to our Regal Hotel.

I am Gambini, the manager.

And if at any time you have the smallest

complaint, please come to me.

- I hope you will enjoy your stay with us very much.

- Thanks. I hope so too.

We have many important people

stay with us, Mr. Bird.

This gentleman you see with me -

he is Mr. Prescott...

secretary to Mr. Bellinghurst,

cabinet minister.

- Is he here?

- Yes, yes. He spend his convalescence with us here.

And many very rich

and very important people.

You said you wanted to see me,

Mr. Gambini.

I can't wait all day, you know.

Of course, Mrs. Rockingham.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

This way, please.

Just a little formality.

Miss Mellows, see that everything

is very nice for Mr. Bird.

Of course, Mr. Gambini. I think you'll

find your room very comfortable...

but if not, please let me know.

Page, take Mr. Bird to 13.

I forgot your soap. I'm always forgetting...

because the last place I was in,

they didn't give soap.

I see,

- What's the matter?

- How do you mean, "What's the matter"?

Well, why are we whispering?

Oh, I've talked like this for years.

Can't help it.

I was in Birmingham before this...

but I wanted a change.

So did I - and I've got one.

What's your name?

Maggie Craven.

This is the poshest place

I've been in so far.

It's the poshest place

I've been in so far too, Maggie.

That'll do, Maggie, Nineteen's ringing for you,

I bet she is, Never stops,

- I'm Mrs. Poole. I'm the housekeeper here.

- Oh, yes. Nice job?

Well, I don't think

we need discuss that...

but if you've any complaint to make

about your room, please let me know.

I shall be in the linen room

at the end of the corridor. Thank you.

Thank you.

Bird, eh? A General Bird used to shoot

with my father when I was a girl.

He'd an extremely large nose.

Has your Mr. Bird a large nose?

No, Miss Hatfield. Just an ordinary nose.

Oh, probably not the same family.

I remember all these Birds had long noses.

Beaky Birds

we girls used to call them.

Cor, you ought to have seen the labels

on his bags. Ships, airplanes. Hotels all over.

Cairo, India, New York, Los Angeles.

Only give me a tenner though

for taking him up.

That proves he's got plenty of money.

- The richer they are, the less they give you,

'cause they don't care what you think of'em, see?

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