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 feel 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 shan't 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 to think of you as a friend.

- (SCOFFS) - Yes, I like to 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?

It'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 McFeatherfluffy!

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! (GRUNTS)

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 flight'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?

It's an 11-hour flight.

I don't...

Jolly good.

I hope we crash.

Where's the carriage?

Carriage? Who needs a carriage?

But, darling, we have so many...

A leisurely stroll is a gift, darling! It's a gift!

Now, Biddy, are you staying?

- Mmm-mmm. - You're coming with us?

- Mmm-hmm. - Excellent!

All right.

Thank you so much.

For everything.

- Thank you, miss. All right.

Hurry up, everyone. We mustn't be late for the train.

All aboard! Everybody ready?

Yes.

See you soon, Katie Nanna.

Take care, love.

All right. Everybody ready?

Walking bus!

- Left, right, left, right... - Miss!

- Miss! - Oh.

Thank you.

Left!

Left, right, left.

And one, two, three.

New town, new job, new bank, new life!

Come on, my little ducklings!

Right, left!

Come on! Come along! Come along!

- (HORN HONKS) - Halt!

"Allora."

Ginty. Come on, my love.

- (BELL DINGS) - Mmm...

(OVER PA) Ladies and gentlemen,

we are beginning our descent into Los Angeles.

Oh, he does, does he?

Travers? P.L. Travers?

- "Mrs." - (CHUCKLES) Okay.

Well, welcome, Mrs. P.L. Travers.

Welcome to the City of Angels.

Let me take those for you.

- I'm perfectly capable... - Come.

Oh, never mind.

The sun came out to say hello just to you.

- Don't be preposterous. - (CHUCKLES)

It smells, like...

- Jasmine. - Chlorine and sweat. Ugh!

It's dreadful.

Ugh!

Absurd.

Are you all right back there, Mrs. P.L. Travers?

It's not "Mrs. P.L."

It's just "Mrs."

It's so hot.

Oh. No problemo!

No problemo.

We got a brand new air conditioning system, Mrs.

- Yeah. - (AIR CONDITIONING WHIRRING)

Just about make you feel like

you're in good old Eng-er-land again! (CHUCKLES)

I tell you, the things they can put in cars these days.

Gosh almight...

No problemo.

And here we are, ma'am.