A Touch of Class

Thataway, yes, sir! That's one.

Let's go, boy. Let's go, baby.

Come on. Check to him.

- Safe.

- Flex it. Come on.

Pitch it in.

Run!

Fair ball.

Fair ball?

That ball was foul, you blind son of a b*tch!

It was that side of the tree.

By 5 yards that ball was foul.

What the hell do we have a tree for?

Why do we have a damn tree

if the ball falls 5 yards that side of it...

...and you still call it fair?

Give me my ball, lady.

Give me my kid, mister.

If you've finished trampling on him.

Right.

Thank you.

Come on. There you go, pal.

- You all right?

- Now can I have my ball?

- What?

- You're holding my ball.

Your ball?

- Thanks.

- Anytime.

What about your ball? Come on.

Taxi!

Taxi!

- Share it?

- Why not?

Where to?

- Where to?

- 80 Grosvenor Street, please.

Lady's going to 80 Grosvenor Street.

I'll be going on.

- That is exactly 60 pence with the tip.

- Forget it.

It's the right amount.

I take this trip every day.

- Not necessary.

- How kind.

I'll buy a house in the country.

- Terrible weather.

- Filthy.

If you live in London, you have to expect it.

Do you live in London?

- I do.

- Me, too.

- Really?

- Five years.

Practically English.

- Last habitable city in the world, isn't it?

- Yes.

You do anything you like.

Nobody bothers you.

- My name is Steven Blackburn.

- Vickie Allessio.

- It sounds Italian.

- It's my husband's name.

Were those your kids in the park?

- Yes.

- Nice-looking boys.

- Thank you, but one of the boys is a girl.

- I see.

I suppose your husband

likes to sleep late on Sundays.

Yes, he does.

You like to go home

and cook him a nice big breakfast.

No.

- Don't you like to cook?

- I love it.

- Doesn't he like to eat?

- He loves to eat.

- I don't understand.

- We have different kitchens.

His is in Milan.

That's a shame.

Please don't cry. He found another cook.

- Thank you very much.

- Mrs. Allessio?

You have a very good memory.

- What about tea?

- When?

- Tomorrow?

- Fine.

The Churchill.

Great. See you then.

- What time?

- 4:
00.

It won't break up your day?

Don't cross-examine me in the rain.

I'll be there wet, but I'll be there.

- Just a second, Derek.

- Good afternoon.

- Lunch tomorrow?

- We haven't had tea yet.

If I can change one appointment,

I can be clear, okay?

Do you only eat and drink? I know nothing

but your name and that you play baseball.

From the way you played,

it's obviously not your career.

I'm in insurance. I'm married.

I live close to where Disraeli lived.

I have two kids and I'm a Leo.

Now, what about lunch tomorrow?

We should see how tea goes.

See how tea goes?

I'll talk to you later, Derek.

- Who's Derek?

- My male secretary.

Tea for two, please.

- What do you do?

- I'm in the rag trade.

- Buy or sell?

- I steal.

- Steal?

- I do, truly.

I steal designs from people like Dior,

Cardin, and Givenchy.

I send them to my boss,

Mr. Sam Fingleman of New York...

...who makes them up in cheap materials

and brings the rue St. Honor to Kline's.

- Sounds like very creative work.

- Thank you.

- Where'd you learn? Paris?

- No, Italy.

- I took a course in Milan.

- Enter Mr. Allessio.

- Yes.

- Also in the rag trade.

No. He specialized in charm.

It comes easy to Italians.

We were married for several years

and had two children...

...and three cars, and he kept the cars.

- What about child support?

- He's rather odd about that.

He won't send me anything for the kids,

if I don't send him something for the cars.

What about your wife?

Good-looking, bright, articulate,

can start a fire with two pieces of wood.

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