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They look at me with those eyes. I feel
so rotten.

How do you tell your parents that deep
down inside, you're nothing but a stupid

ox? You're not stupid, Felix. You're
good at a great many things.

Name one.

You're a good cook.

You're a good friend.

And I'm sure if I tried, I could think
of more.

Tell that to Aunt Hedy. She doesn't
think I'm good at anything.

Amanda.

Last night's assignment, please.

Your essay on the solitude of Alexander
Selkirk.

I... Well, the thing is, I got home so
late from working at the hotel last

that I didn't exactly finish it.

Enough of these pallid excuses.

You're continuously late. Your marks are
deplorable. Your attitude... I will

thank you to wipe that...

Please, smirk from your face.

This is no laughing matter.

You realise, I hope, that you're this
close to failing.

Oh, yes.

However, I... I will. I'll give you one
last chance to redeem yourself.

That essay on Alexander Selkirk, I want
it here.

Let her perfect. First thing tomorrow
morning, understood?

And now, class, we'll proceed.

Of a gentleman, a royal wedding.

It's a coup of major proportions.

Pierre, have we laid in a supply of
beluga caviar?

Enough for an army.

It's like old times, Nespa.

Do you remember Paris, the Ritz, or the
wedding we did for the Baroness de Rieb?

Do I remember? How could I forget?

A thousand white doves released from
golden cages.

Waiters dancing the tango with balls of
cherries.

Lobby over there.

And that glorious raven -haired flamenco
dancer with her hair up to here.

And her dress, don't it? Oh, I remember
as well.

You're so lucky.

I mean, you two actually live.

Nothing exciting ever happens to me.
Your turn will come.

You just sit there and you relax. You've
been on the go since you got home.

Looks like you have a nice fresh piece
of pie. I can't, Mother. I've got

homework. Just a piece of pie and a
glass of milk. It'll help you think.

Heady cracking the whip again there,
son?

Oh, now, Alex, I'm sure Felix isn't the
only one with homework to do.

What's the problem?

I don't know everything.

I'm sick of school.

Why can't I ever do anything fun?

Fun? Like Pierre and Mr. Tremaine.

They've seen the world. They had
adventures. I know how you feel, Felix,

you've got to finish your schooling
before you think about adventures.

But I don't understand this stuff. I'm
not good at it. Writing essays about

dead goth man.

Where's that going to get me?

Well, I was never much of a scholar
myself, Don. I'm the first to admit

But the different world nowadays, things
are changing so fast. A young man needs

an education just to keep up. Oh, your
father's right, dear.

We never had a chance to go to
university.

That's why we're so proud of Felicity
going to medical school.

We have high hopes for you, too.

Your father and I would be deeply
disappointed if you didn't make

yourself.

No, you can if you try.

Dribble.

I'm giving you a nap. That's all it's
worth.

And that means you'll have to...

repeat your English course again next
year.

But that means I won't graduate with my
friends.

Don't do this to me.

No arguing.

You should have considered that before.

Your parents will have to be notified,
you know.

So, either you do it, or I will.

No.

I'll tell them.

And furthermore, I'm...

relieving you of your position at the
hotel for your own good.

But they need me.

The wedding dinner.

Wedding dinner will simply have to
proceed without you.

Pack the chicken to Felix, Alec. Now,
you haven't had one bite.

You're not coming down with something, I
hope.

No temperature.

Leave him be, Janet. He's just off his
food.

So how'd you make out with that, uh,
essay?

Uh, fine.

Madly spick -scused.

Uh... I'll keep a plate warm for you for

later.

McPhee is the name.

Maggie Caden McPhee. And I'd like a word
with my son, the owner.

Thank you.

My boy owns this whole place.

Old kitten caboodle.

He's done well for himself, he has.

I'd like to speak to the owner, if you
don't mind.

Yes, ma 'am.

It's a grand day.

If it doesn't rain.

Yes. May I help you, madam?

Well, go on with you. I asked for the
owner. Who do you think you are?

I am Simon Tremaine, Esquire, madam, and
I own this establishment.

Oh. And maybe you're the King of England
as well.

Huh?

Oh.

It's boiling hot in this place.

Could you help me off with my cloak?

That's... That's a grand night.

Oh, I'm just a little faint.

I haven't had a bite of food since this
morning.

I'll just get my pills.

Now, Mrs. McPhee, we don't want to make
a fuss, do we?

Perhaps you've come to the wrong place.

Wrong place? I'm here for the wedding.

Madam, that's impossible.

Now, please, if you'll just... How much
longer do we have to wait?

Mrs. McPhee, come along quietly now.

Albert, arrange to have this woman taken
back to the village.

But I wanted to see my son, Pierre
LaPierre.

You came to see Pierre?

Well, of course I did.

For the love of my life, I've been
telling you that since I set foot in the

place.

He just missed him.

Said to tell you he's real sorry to miss
the wedding, but he's looked after all

the arrangements.

Dear mother and father, I'm leaving
home.

Aunt Hedy failed me at school.

I'm sorry. Your loving son.

The point is, he's gone, and we've got
the wedding of the year coming up. We

have to find him. You must help me,
Felix. I'm depending on you.

I can't, and had he fired me, I'll
string Hattie King up by her toes. I own

the hotel. I'm unfiring you.

I can explain everything.

Sudden telegram.

Urgent business in Paris.

Don't give me that malarkey.

There's a woman waiting back at the
hotel who says she's your mother.

Of course, that's impossible.

You mean she is?

Why would you run away from your own
mother?

Maybe it's for a darn good reason.

What reason?

Look here, Pierre. Are you aware she
thinks you own the hotel?

If you've done something wrong, we'll
try and help you, but please don't

us in her hour of need.

All right.

I will go.

You should provide my mother a room in
the hotel.

That's the spirit.

It reminds one of the old estate.

Remember, my little girl?

When I was a child, how I loved to walk
for hours in the snow, then stop at

Hunting Lodge for tea.

Grandpapa would light a little fire and
read to me.

There it is.

Quite beautiful.

Simon Tremaine at your service. Albert,
the luggage.

We have reserved the lieutenant
governor's suite, the finest apartment

hotel. We'll have your belongings taken
up directly.

The finest, you are very kind.

And exactly how much

is your finest?

We are guests of the hotel owner, Mr.
McPhee, you know.

Oh, it is an honor.

and a privilege.

Right in that way, Your Excellency.

What delightful surroundings.

Our standard rate, I assure you, sir.

The Countess from Poland. Her son is
getting married here. That must be her.

Countess Polinka.

The wedding's bound to be a wheelie
party. I hear a marriage related to the

of Prussia. Really?

You didn't know it by looking at her.

Probably got a fortune squirreled away
in a vault somewhere.

Madam must be famished.

May I suggest room service?

Tea?

Caviar?

Truffles? Oh, truffles.

It has been a long time between
truffles, madam.

But if we keep spending like this...
Give me the box. I want to take an

accounting. No, madam, it is my
responsibility. There is nothing to

Your Laskaya emerald fetched a handsome
sum, and that was barely two months ago.

I assure you, the situation is well in
hand.

But sooner or later, I will run out of
brooches. No fear.

There is enough jewelry in this box to
keep madam in the lap of luxury to a

old age.

Well, if you say so.

It gives me such a headache to think
about these things.

Order, then.

But no big tips, Minushkin.

A penny saved is a penny earned.

All right, I'll learn.

Put this in the box for me, will you
please, my dear?

It's open.

Maman, je suis navré.

Pouvez -vous m 'excuser?

Oh, Pierre, quit that party, everyone,
and speak the king's English like a

respectable human being.

Maman, I'm so embarrassed and ashamed.

Will you ever forgive me?

Oh, say, it's for service.

I pray...

to St. Anthony every night for your
safety since your damn father took you

from us. Come on. Sit down here beside
me. Come on. That's a good lad.

Oh, my grand, beautiful boy.

You're the image of your father.

Mama, it was never a marriage made in
heaven.

The Irish, the French, the two of you
like oil and water.

The only thing I ever regretted was
letting him take you away from me. I

have stopped him. Mama, please.

How is Adele?

You wouldn't recognize her.

Your baby sister has grown into a
gorgeous beauty.

Oh, and won't she be thrilled when she
sees this hotel of yours?

Mama, about the hotel... I know when you
wrote and told her she bought it.

We were proud as peacocks on a Sunday
afternoon.

But, oh, now that I see it with my own
eyes, Pierre, you didn't do it justice.

It's a thousand times grander than you
said in the first place.

Maman, there's something I must tell
you.

What? You look a little green around the
gills, lad. What's the matter?

Oh, nothing. I mean, I want you to have
lunch with me in the dining

room.

What do you mean you couldn't tell her?

Are you stark raving mad?

I didn't want to disappoint her. Not
again.

What are you talking about? We all
disappoint our mothers. That's what

do. No, no.

Not the way I did.

You see, Papa left her and took me with
him.

I've been guilty all my life for
deserting her.

Then when he died, I couldn't face her.

I tried to make it up to her, be rich
and famous, make her proud.

So I ran off to make up my fortune, and
the best I could do was become a chef.

What's wrong with being a chef?

Oh, nothing, except one fear led to
another.

Pierre, you have to set us straight. I
can't.

Not yet.

I need to carry out the charade a little
longer.

He's insane.

Call the doctor. Have mercy.

I asked her to lunch.

One measly little lunch in the dining
room, pretending I'm the owner of the

hotel. And then I swear I will ship her
home and she will never know the

difference. Good Lord. If you're the
owner...

What does that make me?

Madam is not eating her potatoes.

Are they overdone?

No, no, just trifle cough.

Boy, a word with the chef at once.

The chef?

Good God.

Get feeling quick.

Mamma.

You look exquisite. Oh, go on with you.
Look at you.

You just stepped out of a band box.

Wait till your sister gets a look at
you.

Does Adele remember me very well?

Remember you? You're her hero.

She's secretary now to three main
professors at Dalhousie University.

I'm glad she's done well.

Well, heavens, it's your money paid for
her school down in Toronto.

I can't believe it. I never thought I'd
live to see the day when my son and my

daughter were mixing with the gentry and
me still scrubbing the floors.

Maman, you are not still working.

Now, don't you say anything.

I need to keep a bit of my own.

Can't go looking for handouts from a son
I haven't seen in 20 years.

Maman, I cannot let this go on. There is
something... Now, look.

Adele knows nothing about this, so you
bite your tongue and don't say anything.

My business is my concern.

What is it? Oh, Felix King, you were
dismissed, remember?

I fired you.

You were to remain a busboy. What is
going on here?

Quiet. I can explain everything.

Madam, the Countess is having her
dinner.

Would you kindly move off?

Clearly you don't understand. I own this
establishment.

Please, I'll explain later. Play along
for Pierre. Pierre?

It's very complicated. I'll explain
later.

It is the mother of Adele.

Yeah,

Pierre.

Excuse me.

Telling people you own this hotel, I
should take it to court for

misappropriation. I do not know what the
old harpy says.

It's true, Maman.

I have a horrible confession to make.

Will you ever forgive me?

I am only the chef in this
establishment.

That can't be.

Your sister is getting married here.

What? Married.

She is getting married here.

When? You mean when? In two days.

I... I wanted... I wanted to do the
right thing. Didn't you get my letter?

I offered her your hotel for the
wedding.

No.

The... The wedding?

Yes, that's the one.

His family thinks you own this hotel.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us
sinners now and at the hour of our

Amen. Oh, when they get wind of this,
they'll call the whole thing off.

Me? What did I do? I come here to find
that French fool putting on airs my own

partner behaving like a lunatic.

You're the one forever sticking your
nose into other people's business. Won't

you calm down? Isn't everybody
forgetting about the wedding? That is

of you, Felix King. You lied to me and
I'll not forget it.

You lying to your own mother.

Shame on you.

Miss King is right.

I am wrong.

I better be running along.

Yes, well, liars never prosper, that's a
fact. So let's hope you've learned your

lesson, Pierre.

This is for you. Your lesson's yet to be
learned. Come with me. Ow!

Ow!

Only has Felix failed his English
miserably and will not be graduating

peers, but he has also out -and
-outified me after I'd forbid him to

longer at the hotel.

Oh, Felix, is it true?

What difference does it make anyway?

Nobody listens to me.

But don't worry, I'm leaving Avonlea for
good.

Oh, Felix, no!

There's no point in looking at me like
that, Alec.

I have done my duty, and a good thing,
too.

You and your precious Judy have done
enough damage under this roof.

There aren't many boys who work as hard
as our Felix. He's always tried to be

conscientious, do his best to please
everyone.

So he wasn't a genius at writing essays.

With a little time and patience on your
part, you might have helped him.

But I can't believe you're defending
him.

Well, you better believe I'm defending
him. Why do you think I gave up on

as a youngster?

Because you weren't that smart.

No, no, no. I was as smart as anyone
else. It was you.

Carping, criticizing, making fun of me.
So I lost any shred of confidence.

You know, I can't tell you how many
times I wanted to run away.

Growing up in the same house with such a
smug little know -it -all as you. And

now, now you're doing the same thing to
my son.

Driving him away just as sure as there's
a tomorrow.

Hedy, you stay right here.

I don't want you leaving till I sort
this mess out.

Well?

Are you coming or going?

I put your Aunt Hedy straight about all
that.

So?

Stay. Now to deal with the mess Pierre's
got himself into.

Well, it's been pointed out to me, none
too subtly, I may add, that I...

I may have been guilty of causing
unnecessary problems here, and...

Felix, I've decided to give you some
special tutoring in English so

that you'll be able to graduate on time
and still work here at the hotel, if you

so wish.

As for you, Pierre, not that I am one to
condone fibbing. We,

Alec and I, would...

We've come up with a plan for the
wedding.

Ah, good.

The wedding.

Pardon the intrusion, but with the bride
and groom due here in the morning, the

Countess Polenska is anxious to know
when the bride's family will arrive.

May the Countess speak to the bride's
brother, Mr. McPhee, then.

Oh, you mean Pierre LaPierre McKee.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

Oh, yes, yes. Of course, of course. He
is the owner, aren't you?

Everyone knows that.

I had no idea you were with the
Polenskas.

May I have the honor, on behalf of my
mother,

And my sister, who arrives tomorrow, I
welcome you to my

hotel. Igor Minushkin, personal
secretary to her excellency.

Monsieur. Welcome to you, Mr. Minushkin.

Do forgive my earlier foolishness.

You see, we are Pierre's family.

Yes, yes, I'm...

Hettie McPhee. Yes, and... Here is...
Here is Alec

McPhee. And we're so looking forward to
the wedding, aren't we, dear?

Enchanté.

Forty... Sixty...

You and that Countess lady leaving?

You just got off the train the other
day.

I wish to purchase in advance two first
-class tickets, private roommates, and

special meals for Chicago.

Well, the only first class on the main
line once you get to Nova Scotia.

Pack a lunch and travel coach.

Save a bundle.

I'm afraid not.

Say, it's an awful nice timepiece you
got there, mister.

A lot of character.

You have a discerning eye.

The entire piece is 18 carats gold.

Never held anything like real gold
before.

Sir, since you are clearly a man of
taste...

Perhaps I might interest you in a small
barter?

Got a nice tight mechanism.

Good

day,

madam.

Did you enjoy your outing?

I enjoyed mine.

Did you enjoy yours?

Yes.

Yes, indeed.

I picked up our tickets to Chicago.

Our visitor to the Van Diversons.

Oh, I noticed that the clasp on your pin
was loose.

So... just to be sure I took everything
to be checked and cleaned.

Would madam prefer to wear this one now?

Yes, thank you, thank you.

Manushkin.

The outstanding bill.

Have you enough to pay them?

Yes, madam.

More than enough.

I was concerned that the jeweler would
charge a fortune.

But no, it was a mere pittance.

I am so foolish.

I saw the empty box.

No need to fret, madam.

You are being over -anxious.

Marek will be here in no time. with this
lovely bride?

Of course.

Yes, right.

It's an occasion.

Try it again.

A couple of times.

Pinky, pinky, up, up, up, up, up.

That's better.

Now...

what the Countess says.

If you stick to the weather, then you
can't go wrong.

There we are.

That dress of Rachel suits her to a tee,
doesn't it?

Have a look.

How do you feel, Mrs. McPhee?

Oh, you make me look like... like I was
born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

That was always there to begin with. You
just didn't notice it.

The bride and groom are arriving. All
staff at attention.

Mrs. Maxey?

Don't mind if I do.

Do you think it'll snow today?

I wouldn't be surprised.

Well, perhaps it'll snow tomorrow.

The day after that.

Could snow two days from now as well.

Like snow all winter.

We didn't have much snow last winter.

You never can tell about snow, can you,
though?

But it's grand when it does.

I suppose when one tires of snow, one
goes to the Riviera.

Mrs. McPhee, whatever are you doing?

Duncan.

Duncan?

Don't tell me... You don't dunk over in
Poland.

Well, for heaven's sake.

Look, I'll show you. Now, see this
cookie?

Hard as cement.

Now, you dunk it.

Melts like butter.

The trouble is, the cup is a little too
small for it. So you have to use the

sauce.

You don't say.

Dunking? You call it.

You North Americans always have the
latest inventions.

How clever.

Mmm.

Oh, delicious.

Delicious. Mmm.

Pardon my asking, but what in God's nice
kind are you doing with the sugar?

And this is how we do it in Poland.

Go ahead, try.

It's very much an art.

Try.

Lord forgive us, we know not what we
eat, but we'll take a chance.

No, you're not.

You're never safe from surprises till
you're dead.

Now we have such plans, Maria.

Now that I finally have that teaching
position in Cambridge, close to London,

leave right after the wedding. I do hope
you won't be offended.

The old life belongs to the past now.

But I had such hopes.

We made mistakes.

But young men like you could make a
difference. You could lead Poland into

new century.

I'm not going back there, Mother.

All that is finished. Can't you see I
can do more good teaching?

Look, we'll bring you to England as soon
as we're settled. You can live with us.

No, no.

I am quite comfortable in America. You
mustn't worry, Mother.

Manushkin and I have many friends and
acquaintances still to visit on this

continent. And I want you to live with
us.

Minister and I would only be in the way
of a pair of happy newlyweds.

Very well, then I'll send you something
each month.

It isn't that.

It's that I am feeling... older.

I don't walk as far as I used to.

You should walk more often.

But I can still throw a snowball farther
than you.

So watch out!

Yes, I think so.

I've been waiting 20 minutes already.

Just how long did it take to check out
of this hotel?

It will be ready very soon, Mr... Excuse
me, Mr Radcliffe. You didn't leave your

gloves in the dining room, did you?

No, I don't believe so.

Mr Radcliffe, yes.

Here it is.

Thank you, Mr Radcliffe. I hope you
enjoyed your stay.

Au revoir.

Just another 24 hours, then you can go
back to your kitchen and I can go back

my office.

Another day and I can ruin not only
Adele's wedding, but your hotel as well.

Keep a stiff upper lip, Pierre.

I could never own and manage such an
establishment.

That's all right.

I could never cook more than a cup of
tea.

Adele.

Cherie. Cherie.

What do you mean you could never manage
such an establishment?

I am not the owner of this magnificent
hotel.

I am really only the chef.

Why did you tell us you were?

I hoped that you would always look up to
me.

You could count on me and think... think
well of me. But I do.

You and Mama have given me so much for
so many years, and you've arranged this

entire wedding.

I've let you both down.

It'll break our mother's heart if the
Polanskas call off the wedding because

me.

Pierre, don't be ridiculous.

Marek isn't marrying me for a dowry.

He loves me.

And I love you for what you've tried to
do.

He's a chef.

And my mother has been working her
fingers to the bone all these years and

said a word.

My father ran away and took him when he
was a young boy.

We've corresponded, but it's been years.

Oh, Marek, what must you think of my
family? Your family?

Heavens.

My family lost everything in Europe.

All their property and their honor. They
were mortgaged to the hilt.

If it wasn't for old Minushkin scraping
pennies together, I don't know what

would have happened to my mother.

She's too proud to admit she has nothing
left but her title.

Then they must never find out we know
the truth.

We must look after them, Marek.

Together, dear Adele.

Will you marry an impoverished count?

Who will love you for the rest of his
days on this earth.

If only the impoverished count will
lower himself to marry a scrub woman's

daughter.

I want to give him

something.

And I can't.

There's nothing left. I have nothing
left. No, nothing. No.

No property.

My only son and I have failed him.

He is marrying well, madam.

And if he chooses to fall in love with a
commoner, well, at least

she has money.

No, no, Skip.

What is important is that married loves
the girl.

But you have already given him the
greatest gift of all.

Your love.

And your title.

These he will have forever.

What is it?

You always find a way to make my heart
like this.

Would madam like some tea? I can fetch
it at once.

No, just read to me a little.

Will you, Menushkin?

Yes, madam.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

Voila, voila, voila.

Adèle. Maman, this is for you.

Pierre, all these new doodads and
finery, somebody's got to pay the piper.

You won't have to worry anymore.

From now on, I will take care of
everything.

Naughty dog.

You knew all the time.

$1 gold.

An 18 -carat pocket watch in exchange
for $100.

Two first class.

Sorry, my dear. Madam, everybody is
seated.

The music.

What time is it?

I must have forgotten it.

No, I don't think you did.

Madam. I persuaded the station master to
take my fabulous approaching day.

This was my great -grandfather's.

What made you do it,

Igor?

You are the ninth countess, Volenska.

And I have nothing to give you in these
troubled times.

Volenska.

My foolish, proper, wonderful.

Thank you.

Master King, I understand from Mr.
Mackay that you have created this

field. I shall certainly recommend the
White Sands to all my friends in

My dear, I'm afraid I have something
dreadful to confess to you.

The Polinskas are flat broke.

What a cry in shame. So are the McPhees.

Well, now.

Aren't... With a brazen pair.

Brazen, is it?

If brass were gold, we'd both be
millionaires. No, we are millionaires.

We've got them.

Well, that's that.

Now, the bill.

Who's going to pay for all this?

Me, of course.

I'll work it off.

Even if it takes the rest of my life.

Nonsense. We won't hear of it, will we?

Oh, a society wedding like that.

Oh, it's an invaluable advertisement for
the hotel. No, no.

It's on the house.

Hitching King, have you lost your...
Allons -y, Pierre.

Come on.

Of course.

It's on the house.