Mary Poppins Returns

When the early morning hours

Have come and gone

Through the misty morning showers

I greet the dawn

For when its light has hit the ground

There's lots of treasures to be found

Underneath the lovely London sky

Though the lamps I'm turning down

Please don't feel blue

For in this part of London town

The light shines through

Don't believe the things you've read

You never know what's up ahead

Underneath the lovely London sky

Have a pot of tea

Mend your broken cup

There's a different point of view awaiting you

If you would just look up

Oi! Get out of here! -I know

Yesterday you had to borrow from your chums

Seems the promise of tomorrow never comes

But since you dreamed the night away

Tomorrow's here, it's called today

So count your blessings You're a lucky guy

For you're underneath the lovely London sky

Morning, Jack.

Admiral above decks!

Listen

Soon the slump will disappear, it won't be long

Sooner than you think you'll hear

Some bright new song

You're all right, children?

So hold on tight to those you love

And maybe soon from up above

You'll be blessed, so keep on looking high

While you're underneath the lovely London sky

Lovely London sky

Great steaming clams! They've done it again!

Those blundering blowfish have rung Big Ben too soon!

Storm clouds. On the horizon, sir.

Heading straight for Cherry Tree Lane.

Batten down the hatches, Mr. Binnacle!

Rough seas ahead, I fear!

Michael!

Jane!

What is it, Ellen?

The bloody sink's exploded!

-Oh, dear. -Oh, not again!

Annabel! John!

We heard, Aunt Jane! I'll ring the plumbers!

I'll turn off the water at the mains.

Yes, thank you, darlings.

Um, Ellen, fetch us a mop and towels, will you?

I told him to get them pipes fixed.

Been here since the Romans ruled.

What's happening?

Don't go in the kitchen, Georgie.

Not without your wellies.

Oh, uh, yes. Hello. We've had a burst pipe.

(OVER PHONE) Just one moment, please.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -Excuse me. Ellen!

Can you please get the door? I've got the plumbers here.

That was quick work, wasn't it?

-Here, Georgie. Take them. -17 Cherry Tree Lane.

(OVER PHONE) By the park?

-(KNOCKING CONTINUES) -Yes, I'm coming! Blimey.

Ah! Good morning, mum.

They don't look much like plumbers to me.

I meant on the phone.

We are not plumbers, we are lawyers.

Lawyers?

And here's me hoping you might prove useful.

Water's off!

And the plumbers are on their way.

Well done, everybody. Phew! Such excitement.

What are you doing here, Aunt Jane?

We're handing out breakfast at the union hall.

I snuck away for a morning hug.

-Come here, Georgie. -(BANGING ON DOOR)

Will you stop that banging?

Barely eight o'clock on a Sunday morning!

What you doing with my mop?

Forgive the intrusion, mum.

Our current workload prevents us from taking weekends off.

We would like to have a word

with Mr. Banks, if he is available.

"Notice of Repossession"?

Wait there.

Goodness. I'll be cleaning up that mess all morning.

Here, let me take that for you.

Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

Excuse me, sir.

The wolves are at the door.

What do they want?

Well, a good thrashing, if you ask me.

Oh, it's like the River Thames in there!

Don't worry, Ellen. I'll clean up.

Why don't you see to the breakfast?

Well, yes, somebody's got to, haven't they?

Unless we all wanna starve.

Why don't you let Ellen clean up?

I'm afraid, lately, that means more work for me.

The other day, I found a butcher's sack

hanging on the coat rack...

-and my hat was in the larder. -Oh, dear.

Can we go to the park?

No, Georgie.

Ah! I need a brush! I look a fright.

Michael, don't forget you've got guests at the door.

Oh, right.

Whoa. -I'm sorry.

We're struggling through a bit of chaos this morning.

-Please. So it seems.

Unfortunately, Mr. Banks, our business cannot wait.

Excuse me, sir. -Today, we were...

How exactly am I supposed to make breakfast

when there's nothing in the larder...

but pickled herrings and marmalade?

The groceries. I meant to go yesterday.

Very well. Pickled herrings for breakfast

and marmalade for lunch.

There's a shop across the park, will be open.

-The three of us can go. -Thank you, John.

But you said we would go to the park today!

We can cut through the park on the way.

But...

Enough, Georgie, come along.

I'll take that, Father.

Oh, thank you. Uh, please come through.

Uh...

Now, what is it that I can do for you?

I am Hamilton Gooding. This is Mr. Templeton Frye.

We are solicitors with the law firm of Gordy, Cordry,

-Gooding and Frye. -(JANE GIGGLES)

What?

No. Sorry, nothing.

"Spruce"?

Is that your garden club?

No, it's the Society for the Protection of the Rights

of the Underpaid Citizens of England.

A labor organizer.

She's a labor organizer.

Yes.

Yes, but we also run soup kitchens.

It's a never-ending job these days, I'm afraid.

I'm sure it is, Mrs. Banks.

Miss Banks, actually. I'm Michael's sister.

My wife passed away this last year.

That's awful. Those poor children.

Yes. Our deepest condolences.

Thank you. Forgive me,

what brings the two of you here this morning?

I'm going to say my goodbyes. I'm late for work.

Mr. Banks, you took out a loan

with the Fidelity Fiduciary Bank...

last year against the value of your home.

You did what? Michael.

I had to, Jane.

With Kate and the bills piling up, I really had no choice.

It's hard enough these days, isn't it?

Yes. Well... Shh!

It seems you have fallen

three months behind in your payments.

Oh. (SIGHS)

I'm so sorry.

Uh, Kate, my wife, used to look after our finances.

And I've been a bit off stride. Forgive me.

How much is it that I owe you, exactly?

Unfortunately, the bank is now demanding

that you pay back the entire loan in full.

The entire loan?

Yes. It's all in the contract.

That's more than I make in a year. I couldn't possibly.

Oh, dear.

You have five days.

If you are unable to pay in full

by Friday at midnight...

I'm afraid we will have to repossess your home...

and you will have to vacate the premises.

But I work for Fidelity Fiduciary.

Not as an accountant, I presume.

No, as a teller.

I took a part-time position there this past year.

You see, I'm really an artist.

Yes, be that as it may.

But my father, George Banks, was a senior partner there.

Father left us shares in the bank.

You could use those to pay off the loan.

I was saving those for the children.

Shares? In the bank?

Well, that does change things, doesn't it?

Primed and ready, Mr. Binnacle?

Ready and charged, sir.

Do you have the share certificate?

-I'm sorry, the what? The document...

The document proving you own shares in the bank.

I suppose it must be somewhere among Father's old papers.

Yes, I suppose it must.

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