Saving Mr. Banks

Wind's in the east,

mist coming in,

like something is brewing,

about to begin.

Can't put my finger

on what lies in store,

but I fee! what's to happen

all happened before.

- Mr. Russell.

- Mrs. Travers.

Like pink clouds on sticks.

Excuse me?

The cherry blossom.

I was trying to think of what it looks like.

The car should be here by now.

May I use the phone?

I canceled it.

You...

What?

Pamela?

"Mrs. Travers. "

Mrs. Travers,

why would you cancel the car?

I sham be going.

We've been through this.

I've changed my mind.

You made an agreement.

You understand? A verbal agreement.

Why in the world are you speaking to me

as if I were a neonate?

- He's going to...

What?

What is he going to do? Sue?

He's very welcome

to every penny I don't possess.

Look.

I've represented you for a long time.

I like 10 think of you as a friend.

Yes, I like 10 think it.

Believe me, I know it's not reciprocated.

I would never suggest anything

that would cause you anguish,

but there's no more money, Pamela.

"Mrs. Travers. "

Simply no more.

Sales have dried up, no more royalties.

You refuse to write further books, so...

Do you understand? I...

I'm frightened you don't

understand what that means.

I know what he's going to do to her.

She'll be cavorting and twinkling,

and careening towards a happy

ending like a kamikaze!

We've been trying to do

this deal for 20 years.

He's agreed to both your stipulations.

No animation, script approval.

Use her to pay my bills?

If I believed in a hell,

I'd be sitting in its waiting room.

Script approval!

He's never granted anything

like that before!

I don't know what else to do!

- Where's Polly?

- I fired her.

It's just as well.

It seems I can't afford

her anymore, anyway.

You don't know what she means to me.

Polly?

Of course not Polly!

Sake!

Los Angeles.

You only have to

go and work there for two weeks.

Collaborate.

You haven't signed over the rights yet.

Yet?

You must make this work, Mrs. Travers.

- Oh, I must, must I'?

- You need the money!

- I don't want to see you go broke.

- Stop saying money!

It's a filthy, disgusting word!

I'm picking up

the phone now, Mrs. Travers.

I have final say.

You do.

I have final say.

And if I don't like

what they're doing to her...

Then you don't sign the papers.

He can't make the film

unless you grant the rights.

It's an exploratory trip.

What do you say?

I want to keep my house.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Have you seen my daughter?

I was quite sure I left her

around here somewhere.

Her name is Helen.

No, uh... "Shirley. "

Uh, no... Um...

Huh.

Good Lord, I've quite forgotten.

Could it be "Prunella"?

No.

"Pamela"?

No, no, no, no.

I'm sure I have a special name for her.

"Ginty"!

Why, thank you, ma'am!

"Ginty" it is, of course. Yeah.

Now, have you seen her'?

H's me.

Gosh, so it is.

Thank goodness for that.

Oh, I was positive

I was going to be beheaded for losing

Her Highness,

The Royal Princess

Ginty McFeatheruffy!

Don't lose me.

Never.

I promise.

I'll never lose you.

You ready? Are you sure?

All right, the adventure's

about to begin. Come on.

Up!

There we go.

Can I help you?

I'm perfectly capable, thank you.

They've used all the space. So greedy.

I'll take it, madam.

I can put it up in front.

I don't want it up in front.

I would like it here

in the corresponding holding

area for my assigned seat.

The ight's closing

in just a few moments, madam.

- I'll have to take it.

- Ah, ah, ah!

You can move mine instead.

It's the gray one.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Will the child be a nuisance?

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