Man of the Moment Page #4

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- I'll ring for breakfast.

- Yes, right.

(Humming)

- Here is the Pacific Ocean.

- Yes, I see that.

And who did that?

Oh! Ooh! Oh!

Oh, my goodness!

My dear chap.

- Better have a look.

- This is an outrage!

Whoever it is,

they'll pay for this. The indignity!

Mitchell! For heaven's sake,

sit up, man. Ohh!

(Conversing quietly)

- Ground floor, please.

- Staff may not use the lift.

I'm not on the staff!

Hey!

Oh!

Coming down! Look out, miss!

(Giggling)

Come here, my little duckling!

Which floor is...

Staff is not allowed to use the lift.

Which floor is Mr Jackson on?

He wants me.

Oh. Sixth floor.

Oh! I've gotta go up

all those stairs again!

You will be very careful

with Mr Mitchell, please.

- Norman.

- You wanted to see me?

I do indeed. So does the rest

of the delegation. Come this way.

Come this way, my boy.

Just sit down there, would you?

That's right.

Norman, a catastrophe has happened.

Mr Mitchell has been incapacitated.

He only got hit on the head with a bowl.

Oh. Er...

Tomorrow's conference is worrying us.

We'll only have five representatives.

Everyone else has six.

- We can't be outnumbered by Ecuador.

- Nor the United States.

- Good Lord, no.

- No.

- No.

- And so...can you put up your hand?

There's a clever boy.

Gentlemen, I ask you.

- Where did you learn to do that?

- At school, if I wanted to go to...

Naturally.

Tomorrow, but only for tomorrow,

you will take Mr Mitchell's place.

- Me?

- Yes. Just vote when I tell you to.

I'm going to be a delegate?

This is the unhappiest day of my life.

The answer is yes.

But only until Mr Mitchell returns.

- I'll have a suit like yours?

- Course.

- And stripes all down me trousers?

- Yes, indeed.

One minute. I want a proper room.

- With a window.

- That's very difficult.

Listen, no window...no delegate.

(All talking at once)

Phone down immediately.

A large room with a window.

- And I want a hat.

- Yes, a hat.

- Then I'll be the same as you!

- Course you will!

(Screaming)

I'll be one of the delegation!

This was Mr Mitchell's room, monsieur.

Monsieur? Key.

The gentleman who was moved into

Room 600 may now use the lift.

Bien.

Hello? It's Room 600 'ere.

(Posh voice)

This is Mr Norman's secretary speaking.

On his behalf, naturally.

Cos he's having a bit of a kip, see.

He's expecting his tailors,

and as soon as they arrive...

would you show them up? Splendid.

- (Knocking)

- Come in.

You rang, sir?

Cor!

Er... Oh, er...I thought

I was switching on the light.

Oh.

No, that is the light switch by your bed.

And, er...

this is the bell.

And that is the telephone.

But please, sir, ring again

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