The V.I.P.s

May I have your attention, please?

Trans-Canada Airlines...

- Is it true you discovered Gloria?

- Where did you find her?

- Is it true she followed you?

- Is your relationship entirely professional?

- Is there any future for her without you?

- Is there a future for you without her?

- Mr. Buda.

- Please, could you...?

Aren't you rather overweight?

Overweight? Me?

Oh, the luggage. That all belongs to...

...Miss Gritti. As usual, I travel

with just my toothbrush and a script.

Mr. Joslin.

- Good morning, Mr. Sanders.

- See to these.

Here's today's VIP list.

Everything straightforward except

for Madam Andros and that's well in hand.

- Is she traveling?

- Yes. Landing by helicopter.

Commander Millbank's there now

making the final arrangements.

Look after everybody else who comes.

I've got these awful

film people to see to.

Very good, sir.

Mr. Buda.

This a great pleasure. We met the last time

you traveled by BO AC, remember?

Yeah. Yeah.

Now, if you'll follow me,

I'll take you up to our VIP lounge.

I did so enjoy your last film, Mr. Buda.

"Enjoy"? My dear fellow,

we're not so old-fashioned as that.

It is not the purpose

of the modern cinema to entertain.

Never, no. We use our cameras today

as a surgeon uses his scalpel.

Schwutzbacher.

"Entertainment." Really.

Made a lot of money, didn't it?

Money, money, money.

I never concern myself

with these matters.

You must ask my assistant here,

my financial wizard, Dr. Schwutzbacher.

Maestro.

Tell me, with Room With No View,

how much did we gross?

Twelve million, three hundred

sixty-three thousand.

- Without Tokyo?

- Yes.

You brought the agreements?

It's with my Liechtenstein

or the Hong Kong company?

A new one.

The Friendly Isles.

No taxes at all.

No taxes?

Oh, my darling Dr. Schwutzbacher.

Signorina, Miss Potter will look after you.

Please proceed to the top

of the central staircase...

... for customs and passport control...

... all passengers traveling on BA 938.

Why do I have to travel

with this ridiculous bag?

It's like a bottomless pit.

You know, I'm sure I had it

when I left home.

Yes, I'm afraid you can't travel to America

without a vaccination certificate.

Why not? I once came through an epidemic

of blackwater fever in Uganda...

...and I hadn't been

inoculated or anything.

I'm really not afraid of a little smallpox.

Yes, well, I'm afraid

it's a regulation, madam.

Then it's a very idiotic one.

It must be here.

Well, here it is, all the while.

Yes, this is a ration book,

madam, dated 1943.

Don't say so.

Very interesting.

How in the world did that get there?

Apart from the vaccination card...

...l'm afraid I don't seem to be able

to find your name for flight 905.

You did say economy class?

That's the cheapest way

of going to Florida?

- Yes.

- Then that's the way I'm going.

- What was the name again, please?

- Brighton. Like the town.

Well, there's no Mrs. Brighton here.

I'm not "Mrs."

I often wish I were.

Well, there's no "Miss" either.

I'm sure my name is there.

Is everything in order?

Well, not altogether, I'm afraid.

Her Grace is traveling

on flight 905 to Miami.

The Duchess of Brighton.

Oh, yes. It's under D.

Would that be it?

He does mix his tenses, though,

"Would it? Was it?"

- It is.

- I beg your pardon, Your Grace.

Now, about your vaccinations...

You'll find that in your passport.

Passport. It wasn't here

when I looked just now.

I know it wasn't.

Otherwise, I'd have remembered.

Oh, dear.

Well, how clever of you.

The truth is, I'm a little strung up.

It's the first time I've ever flown.

And this morning I had to borrow

one of my maid Armstrong's pep-up pills.

It's pepped me up, all right,

but not just up.

In all directions, it would seem.

So you must forgive me.

Let me introduce you to Miss Potter.

She'll look after you and take you

to our VIP lounge.

How do you do, Miss Potter?

Are you going for a little holiday,

Your Grace?

Oh, dear me, no.

I'm going to work.

I'm going as

assistant social manageress...

...to the Royal Atlantic Hotel,

Miami Beach.

- What fun.

- No, it's not for fun. It's the money.

You see, I have to do this

to keep my home going.

I think that's Mr. Andros

at the controls. Yes, it is.

How long have you been

with him, commander?

- For five years.

- Must be a pretty good job.

I mean, I don't suppose

you regret the navy very much.

It's an excellent job.

He's a very generous employer.

That lovely, lovely wife of his,

so charming too.

- Thank you, commander.

- Madam Andros...

...hope you had a pleasant flight.

Mr. Andros.

I love these things.

I wish I had a fleet of them.

You could always

buy a fleet yourself, sir.

Yes.

Splendid idea, John. Remind me of it.

Did I make you nervous?

You never make me nervous. Why?

I thought I saw your hands shaking when

you were fixing your makeup over Windsor.

A hangover from the farewell party,

I expect.

- That man is Sanders.

- Yes.

- Madam Andros.

- How do you do?

A holiday in Jamaica, I hear.

Are you making the connection

from New York today?

- No, tomorrow.

- Very wise. Much less tiring.

- Mr. Andros, what a very great pleasure.

- Entirely mutual, Mr. Sanders.

You always remember my name.

Not at all. The best reception manager

of any airline in the world.

Get in, darling.

- Have you got it?

- I've got it.

Bracelet, sapphire and diamonds

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