-Secrets Of The World's Most Influential Comedian - Peter Sellers - Tony Palmer Documentary.mp4

I like to be happy, yes, I like to be happy very much. I like very much to be happy. Uh, you could say, right, successful, uh, millionaire, um, three beautiful children, my health, all this, these material things around me. Why aren't you happy? Peter Sellers sings Peter Sellers. I've just come from the main engine room where Miss Raquel Welsh has informed me that we're doing a speed of 11 tits and knots. Things are pretty sweaty down there at the moment, most things, and, uh, there was a little commotion as you probably noticed, but I think everything's under control. It's good on a ship like this to know everything is under control because if it wasn't under control it would be over-controlled, and, well, we all know what that means, at least I always look it up sometimes myself. Here is the great white bongo drum. Now the officers of the watch play the ship into the berth, rather like this. If you, excuse me while I put my camera down here, they go, and then they do it, you see, they don't do it in a West Indian language or dialect, they do it in English, and they say, here we are, here we are, coming along, isn't it good? See, which is known as the Cunard bongo, or think lucky and you'll be lucky. Over the ship's side, there is always a grave danger of landing on a bed and causing serious damage. I don't like this, I don't like this a bit. Have a look, John. Well, is it one of ours? I don't know, I don't know. Could be, easily. Have a look, see what you think of it. Good lord, no, I don't like it. I don't like it at all. No, no, no, I don't know. You don't think we ought to say anything to the passengers about it, do you? Well, I don't think so. Give it to us all, this one. Fact is, just the three of us know that we're in dry dock. Blast. A friend of mine once said that he believed that this torch that is held in the hand by the Statue of Liberty contains the headquarters of the FBI. They live in that. In fact, that's their office. To get to their office, they have to travel down the aisle. It causes a form of coronary thrombosis. You don't notice it because there are doctors working in there all the time. Not that we have anything against the Statue of Liberty. As you know, the Statue of Liberty was originally won at the Battle of Trafalgar by Lord Nelson in his famous battle against the combined Turkish and Egyptian armies. I think it was towed by a frog here, but I think Lord Nelson had something to do with it. I think he got it, actually, as a sort of objet d'art for Lady Hamilton. That was the so-called liberty because of the Passage of Liberty, which runs directly beneath it. You don't see it from here because we're above it. And so the Passage of Liberty, not many people know about this, leads directly into New York. And only those people directly concerned with coming directly out of New York and directly in would know of its existence. I want to get my image across in the best possible way. And going on at five in the morning, I feel that I may be reaching too few. I mean, I may be reaching a smaller audience than I could reach at a later hour, like nine. Nine o'clock, maybe I could reach. Nine in the morning? Yeah. But going on in the morning like this, where practically nobody watches. Right. You see? Oh. In a sense. I get what you're driving at. Yeah. Can bury your career to an extent that we can then bring it up to where it never should have been. Here's the way I'm going to handle you, Pete, and I think it's right. You know what Peter Sellers is going to do for the next three years? What, what? Nothing. No. Leave them wanting more. The first rule of vaudeville, right? Right. They will want you. The begging, the clinging, the whining, the dining, right? Right, right, right. Then you come back. And? Nothing. Again, for another three years. I just want to relax. I want to enjoy myself. I want to take in this great town. I want to see it for all it's worth. I want you to show me what New York means to you as a person. Because I mean, I love it. I love it here. And I just, I never get a chance to get to grips with it. To me, New York is a woman. Now, as it happens, I don't care for them. And the supply of blood to the brain is stopped for a maximum period of two minutes. I think something must happen. They did tell me that I suffered no brain damage at all. But I'm pretty sure deep down, and this is something only I know, that I come across these periods of blankness, of loss of memory. But I do remember one thing clearly. A feeling. And the feeling was that I wouldn't expire. I wouldn't actually die. Because I remember there being a sort of large arm. I can only describe it. But if you think of a whole era of blackness. Now, imagine an arm. Bare arm. But a very strong arm. And pulling you for you to hold onto it. An outstretched arm. And you hold this arm. This arm says, in its own way. You can feel it saying, I won't let you go. I won't let you go. And I held onto this arm. And I knew, as long as I had that arm, that I wouldn't die. Peter frequently stretches out his hand to try and help someone. And the trouble is that he knows that every living thing will eventually drag him down. He sees himself as a clean person in a colony of lepers. And he can't afford to mix with them too much if he's to come out clean again. He knows that within him is such a large area of unexplored emotionalism that he can't afford to take any risks if he is to survive. If he did, he'd spill out all his emotions to such an extent that he'd drown himself. So he lives in perpetual fear. He's always on the edge of ferment. Of tears. Of hysteria. And he knows he's caught. Yes, the actual business of living has made him afraid. Hello. This is Piers B. Tukes again from The Mermaid. Is this for the television? Yes, this is for the television. That's why I can't. Are you touring around? Yes, I'm an English tourist. I was wondering if this was the English television. This is going to be on. Coronation Street. Is it Coronation Street? No, this is called The Life and Times of Peter Sellers or something like that. Oh, him. Him. The great problem is that we can't find him. I've been looking around all over the place. That microphone moved then. That wouldn't be him, would it? Down there, that big one down there. Just a moment, I'm not sure. Come on out of there. We know you're in there. No, no, no, no, no. He's not in there, no. No, that's stretching it a bit far for him. You think so? I mean, in the nicest possible way. Oh, shoot! Peter's a freak. Not a genius. A freak, which makes him even more unique. Which one of these is the real Peter Sellers? And I'm not the real Peter Sellers. I am, in fact, a mock-up. A plastic mock-up. I begin to think that increasingly every day, as I look at myself in what I laughingly call the mirror. Which is another copy of myself who I leave at home, do the housework, because I can't get any service. If he'd have been born in the time of Barnum and Bailey, Peter would have been in a freak show. A man with a hundred different faces and a hundred thousand voices. Name a voice, sir. I'll give you a pound for every voice. I can't do. What do you want? North country? Five one. Peter can do the lot. He's that prolific. His ability to reproduce him in the character is so startling that he himself must have some kind of misshapenness inside him. Once, when I was on the stage with him, he came on every night as a different person. It was almost unholy. One night, he came on as a German hunchback with mange. Another night, he came on as a queer. And as I looked at him, I realised it wasn't Peter at all. It really was a queer. How many bottles am I going to let you steal from me? Three. And an opener. Three and an opener. He's always had to play the character real. If he played Hitler, he'd possibly finish up with the bunker and commit suicide because he'd have no other choice. That's what makes it mad, you know. Peter could be every living, breathing thing. Am I Spike Milligan or am I Peter Sellers doing the voice of Spike Milligan? Will the real Peter Sellers please stand up? Not until he's dead. Peter must be the most complex simpleton in the entire world. First, there was Hitler, who liked Wagner, children, flowers and sunsets. And then the bastard goes and murders six million Jews. Now, Peter's biggest rage is that he can't be violent. Unlike Hitler, Peter can't work off his madness. It's all bottled up in him. But don't mistake him. He's full of rage. The rage of a murderer. And yet he's too kind and too good to actually knife anybody. But just supposing he did, he'd be free, man. So he never will be happy. Never be at peace. He has no now happiness at all. He's got to have the past to bolster up the present so he can even look at the future. He even takes bad memories from the past and gets a sort of inverted happiness out of them. As long as they were in the past, it's okay. They were all wrapped up and finished with. And Peter can still get the illusion of security because he's come through that period alive. I have been disappointed so many times in people that I've become most certainly not bitter. But I tend to approach people very warily in case they're going to clobber me. I find I get clobbered a lot. This has made him very lonely. All his physical contact with other people are falling away. The people he relies on, whether male or female, are just pale representations of those he relied on in the past. This constant journeying of his to New York, Copenhagen, Switzerland, New Yorker, is at the essence of it. Like a panther in a cage pacing backwards and forwards for eternity. Peter's isolated. It's like going to a deserted island and in the middle of the island finding a lake with a deserted island in the middle of it. He's that lonely. He's at lonely now. The whole thing has made him desperate. He's now desperate to be successful. Desperate to be wanted. Desperate to be happily married. Desperate not to destroy his past. It's all desperation. He is desperation. It all started very simply. Peter's brought up to believe, like most of us, that people are nice. So if someone told him off he couldn't understand it. From then on they were the enemy. Particularly anybody in uniform. And they had to be destroyed otherwise Peter couldn't survive. If a BBC commissioner said to him, put that cigarette out, Sellers would go out of his mind. He'd light 20 cigarettes, toss them around the room and say, go on. He'd say, call the police, call God, call John Snagg. It's a desperate cry for justice really. But this poor chap couldn't understand what was going on inside Peter's mind. In his film, The Magic Christian, for example, this situation has actually come to life. Sellers offers a traffic warden £500 to eat the parking ticket he just put on Peter's car. What do you mean? You're willing to give me £500? Yes, to eat that ticket. It's what you might call a limited offer, expiring in, should we say, what, I don't know, 10 seconds? You must be bleeding mad. We had to create the goon show. In a fantasy world you can invent all the characters you want to knock the ---- out of. And you always win because you are writing the script. You can't get arrested in a fantasy unless you want it. Nobody can make you park in a fantasy. For anyone who found reality a bug, like Peter did, the goon show was sheer therapy. Neddy Seagoon was all the idiots who Peter hated. He could be struck, clubbed, burnt, drowned, boiled and nailed to a cross. And Peter would love it. For him, the characters were real and they came alive. Let that be a lesson to you! For years he has stuck idiots. Idiot producers who ruined wonderful material. Idiot managers who told him he couldn't act. Idiot BBC officials who treated him like a naughty boy. And he won't take it anymore. He just won't take it. And every official who gets ignored by Peter is not only paying for his own idiocy, he's paying for all the idiots in all of Peter's past life. In a sense, every character that he portrays is part of his revenge. He's mocking those who have mocked him, especially those cultural snobs who Peter hated. Well, now you've tasted it, could you tell us what it is? Yes, certainly. Well, it's certainly, it's not a grand wine. And yet, I wouldn't say that it was an innocent wine. I was stirred by it, but not shaken by it. Let me say that it might possibly be Bertard Montrachet 64. I would think it's Bertard Montrachet 64. No, no, it's not. It isn't? No. Good lord, isn't Bertard Montrachet 64 in my... It's not a Chablis, is it? No, no. Not Chablis, no. Uh, I'm right in assuming that it isn't, of course, uh, Sauternes Champagne. No. Seven-up, is it? No. Is it water? No. Milk, is it milk? No, no, it's not. Jam? No, no. What is it then? In fact, it is half a Scotch egg. Good lord, what year is it? So the Goon Show liberated us all. From it has sprung everything. The entire revolution among the young and the people in power don't know what's hit them. All they can say is, look at that long-haired lout. Why doesn't he get his heck? Peter's tragedy was that he was a single of talent who became caught up in the collective art. He realized that he had to go into films, even if the film world did contain more idiots than anywhere else, in order to get enough money to make his Goon Show revenge actually happen. He had to make 97 films a year so that he could say to those who still bawled him out, piss off. Because that's what the world is all about, Daddy-O. Those who can say piss off and get away with it and those who can't. Young people followed Souton and they're all saying it now. They're saying piss off to a dead world, dead politics, all finished. And I tell you, if we'd have been an organization, we'd have been raided in the night, knock on the door, next day prison. But you can't arrest an attitude of mind and Peter is that attitude of mind. In getting to that position, however, he suffered terribly. But he's there now and he's saying, all right, Daddy-O, from now on, I'm screwing you. And he does. Once he'd got in the seat, he'd paid enough. He'd got enough in credit to destroy all the idiots for the rest of his life. Left to them, left to royal showbiz, he wouldn't have existed. Hello, Norrington Pukes again. You find yourself sitting in a chair and people are crowding around saying, well, he's about to come up with something any second. I mean, he's jolly funny. I mean, I know he's funny. I've seen him being funny, but I mean, it's only a matter of time. He'd probably feel, you know, sort of turn away from it and then turn around when he's sort of being funny. I was having a little ease over and say, do us one of those funny things you do on the films or something like that. What funny things? Well, I don't know. I mean, I saw you doing a funny thing in a film once. Do us one of them. Mr. Salisbury, come here. We'd love to have you over. So eventually you go to the party. You hope it will quench all the thirst of all the various people who want to see you because that's what your agent says. Arrive there, there's all the photographers in the world, all the press agents in the world, your own agent. And they give you the famous cliche, you know, this is your town, baby, you can buy it. And a very odd, strange thing that happens. They shake hands with you. Look at you closely in the eyes for a few seconds. And while you're saying, and I'm very pleased to meet you, you notice their eyes wander over your shoulder to see who else is coming. Are you planning to start a family soon? Yeah. When do you hope that? Are you doing any dates or? Soon. Can I ask you very honestly? I love it. Love the publicity. Can you just come up and ask one question? Pardon? Is she expecting? Are you? No, no, she's not expecting anything. Are you hoping to start a family soon? That's lovely, sir. It's good, it's good. Probably notice that we're still on board the QE2. This is the tourist lounge. And outside, as you can see, the sea is pretty calm. Just one or two planes that have been forced down. But aside from that, I think we can look forward to a very pleasant trip. We should be arriving in New York in about 10 minutes time. So why don't you come with us into the VIP lounge and enjoy a VIP. Hello. Hello once again. This is Thugbold Coons speaking to you from the stage of the Theatre Royal Stratford East, where we are about to witness the play Hamlet. How is it possible to align sex with Shakespeare? Well, as we all know, there is an awful lot of sex in Shakespeare. Let's quote Richard III to begin with. But I that am rudely stamped and want love's majesty to strut before a wanton abling nymph. Now, what is, in fact, Shakespeare getting at? He does mean that his sexual member is rather small and therefore and misshapen, in fact, as he says, and needs to have an erection in order for it to strut, as he says, before a wanton ambling nymph. In fact, that's what he means. I mean, we are living in a permissive society, so it's all right for me to say these things, even on the BBC. But in to be or not to be, that is the question. Does he mean, we must ask ourselves, does he mean to be homosexual or does he not? I'll leave that to you, the viewers, to decide when you see this amazing film. So just for now, just before the curtain goes up, Thug Bowl croons, taking you back to the studio. Coming. And I shall be to you. It is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of aegis fortune. Against a sea of trouble. I oppose it. For who could bear the whips and scorns of time? The magic Christian really did something very strange for him. It gave him the chance to express what he felt about the human race in a commercial film. It's about a multi-millionaire called Guy Grand, who goes around destroying other people's small-mindedness and snobbery by simply fooling them and then buying them off. I mean, the idea of people jumping into a vat full of ---- outside the Royal Festival Hall just to get some free money seems a perfect example of the idiocy of mankind. The whole thing could have been written about Peter instead of for him, because deep down, he too has little regard for the morality of the human race. In anybody's head, in any way, these days are gone. I'm not so self-assured. Alas, my life has changed in oh so many ways. My independence seems to vanish in the haze. Help us if you can. We are feeling down, and we do appreciate your being round. Help us get our feet back on the ground, won't you? Please, please help us. The church beetle will pass among you, and no foreign coins please. It's like digging for gold in a mine where there isn't any gold at all. You just have to keep digging because that's the only way to get in the general direction of Peter. He never says anything that gives anybody a clue to his personality. It's like interviewing a ghost. Will he turn up tonight? Emotionally? All you can do is to watch him. He says, uh, what are you doing down there, you horrible little filthy little dirty little horrible little soldier? What are you doing down there? I said, uh, nothing, Sergeant Major. You don't stand out of attention when you're talking to me. What do you mean, there's nothing, Sergeant Major? I said, what, uh, I went down a cave down the road, and, uh, I gave the girl on the front note, and, uh, she didn't give me no change. I said, what are you talking about, she didn't give me no change? How dare you tell me she didn't give you no change? What are you talking about? Stay out of attention when you're telling me to give you no change. Where is this cave? So he says, well, it's down in the village, Sergeant Major. It's your lucky day, isn't it? It's your lucky day. You bump into me? Right, come on, left, right, left, right. Pick him up there, let's get him down there, come on. Right, come on, come on, pick him up there, pick him up there. Come on, come on, left wheel, left wheel. No, right wheel, right wheel. Right, there we go, now. It's the cave. So he goes, yes, Sergeant Major. He said, right, ha, no, no, get inside out. Stand at ease, and I'll do the talking, right? I said, what, you give her a hundred franc note? He said, yeah, I'll give her a hundred franc note. Right, right. Now, in they go. He says, right, now, stand at ease. And this woman says, oui, monsieur? He says, bon cours, mademoiselle. He says, parlez-vous francais? So she said, oui, monsieur? He says, right, give my friend his bleeding change back. I'd like to introduce the guy, Graham. He's Sergeant Youngman, Graham. Hello. And a pair of really grand guys they are, if I may say so. So I've come now to put a very interesting proposition to us today. Thank you. Uh, you look very fit, lads. And to put it in a nutshell, we had a little idea for the race. An endeavor to make it somewhat more interesting this year. So we're here, in fact, to make you a very interesting offer. Of money. Yes, they are, yes. You've actually come here to offer us money to interfere with the race. Right, that's right. I think you ought to leave. You had the wrong men. But you ought to leave immediately. You should realize, sir, that Oxford men cannot be bought. Here, here. We thought that if the sum was large enough, it takes three. I've always been aware of the power of money, and the way they wave it in front of you to get you to do things. In fact, you can buy anyone in the film industry. And I mean anyone. Including myself. Sinking, I think. Oxford are getting lower and lower in the... Fine morning. Yes, bloody fine. Here, here. Bloody fine morning for a good quick kill. Kill, kill. That's about the size of it. You have to keep watching him because there's often a complete difference between what he says and the emotional him. It's almost as if he's just repeating, like a parrot, statements he's read about himself, sirs, to prevent you getting any closer to him. And why should you? Why should you make a documentary film about Peter Sellers, which does Peter Sellers in 50 minutes? Can you encompass a lifetime in a television slot? Do you think that by showing his agony to other people, you will in any way help him? And in Peter's case, this is crucial because he's so emotionally defenseless. So far, he's managed to get some kind of physical security through his financial success, and he's frightened lest you destroy it. And that's why the word veto appears in his contract. He desperately needs to be left alone. He needs to be accepted as normal when he knows he's not. He knows the world of films won't allow him to be normal. So I've never seen him light a fire, make a cup of tea, put his slippers on, sit around the fireplace. All those primitive tribal things that give each of us a sense of warmth, they seem to be denied to him. And that's it. He has no fireplace. And how do you put that in a film? Good afternoon, and welcome to my shoot. Cockroaches are pretty good right now. It's a very good season for them. And we have a cockroach party out there right now. The Duke of Norfolk and one or two other people who are hot after the cockroaches, so they burn them up, actually. That's the idea. But, um... That's all right. B.A. No, it's okay. I thought it was one of those IT jobs with hair under the wings. As you can see, this end is made of wood, and this end is made of metal. Mainly because if you fired out at that end, it would splinter. And this end, you see, if you used it like this, it would go straight into your arm and cripple you for, well, probably the rest of your life. So that's why most people shoot this way around, you see. And when the bird goes out this way, therefore the bird gets the full benefit of the blast and not your elbow or shoulder and things. That's why the man from Laramie had an elbow on his arm and one upon his shoulder. Brooke Bonds was that man's specialty. Very sultry. Come on. Let's have it now. Come on, darling. Let's have it now. Let's have it really now, Jackie. Come on. Come on, give it to me. Really, really strong now. Come on. And the only thing that doesn't let him down are his gadgets, like his cameras. See yourself. That's right. A big wide-angle lens. I'm coming in close on you now, darling. That's right. Oh, like that. Now then, lay back. As I'm going to come over you like this. Fantastic. Look, right around the ground, you know, as though you're sort of, you know, in a sort of ecstasy. Go on. Right around the ground like that. That's all right. I'm not doing anything. I'm just taking photographs. It's all right. Oh, cool. That's my own hand, isn't it? Hang on. That's right. It's like a crucifix, sort of. The perfection of his gadgets, I suppose, is just a substitute for the imperfection of his human relationships. It's becoming them or nothing. Lovely. Go on. Say that. Go on. Hello. Fantastic. Hang on a minute. A few more, yeah? Go on. Hello. Oh, lovely. Undo that. Go on, that's it. Only a little. Oh, just enough to sort of make, you know, get the old bowl of rats out. Would you mind, awfully, just moving that? Yeah, just a moment. Now, that's awfully good. Now, that's, as a matter of fact, that's very good. I think that, uh, I think that Dross might like that one. Oh, yes, yes. Oh, Blasey Smith Queen. No. No, no, let me see it. Yeah, that's a good one there. Sorry, I'm out of film. It's strange that he should have chosen photography. The art of loneliness in pursuit of the lonely. And a long way from South Sea, where he was born. A long way, too, from touring around as a kid in his parents' Ford Vellect. The RAF in India and in Germany. Six weeks at the old windmill. Seven years at the goon shows. 38 films in just over 10 years. Divorced twice. Three children. Plays, pantomimes, the lot. And yet, it's all come to nothing. His second wife, he married 11 days after he met her. No wonder it didn't last, people said. But it wasn't that at all. He wanted the security his mother had given him. And so naturally, he thought it must come through marriage. He was always trying to replace the security of his home and his mother. But that security was a dream. It bore no relation to the real world. People are hard. Bloody hard. His mother never said, put that fag out. Don't park the car there. Never said, do this, do that. Never tried to rook him for money. So when he went out into the world and got married, everyone was trying to take him for what they could get. The world is full of obligations and liabilities. So to him, the world seemed like a violent attack upon his warm, glowing mother-son relationship. And it cracked him to pieces. I feel extremely vulnerable. And that I need help. A lot, a lot. I suppose I feel mainly that I need the help of a woman. So I'm continually searching for this woman. This woman, you know, this guy. I keep reading of these great women behind. Men who support them and push them forward. And they mother you. They're great in bed. Like a sister, they're not there when you don't want to see them. They are there when you want to see them. I don't know where they are. Maybe they're around somewhere. I'll find one one of these days. And can't. He can never be happily married because the person on whom he most depended is dead. He was an only child. And his mother, Peg, naturally wanted him to have the best in life. But she didn't have the very best in life to give him. So she sacrificed her responsibilities to her husband and made Peter head of the household. Anytime of the day or night, he would call her, Peg, Peg. And she would drop everything and come running immediately. So what he lost was the perfect setup. Except that this boy never really got over it. Like to be left alone. I remember when my mother died, although I have children alive. She was the last close relative. I felt a great feeling of loneliness. I just couldn't pick up the phone and speak to my mother anymore. Felt that a lot. His only compensation was his money. He could now buy all the cars he ever wanted, all fitted with tape recorders, televisions, radio telephones. He had to surround himself with material gadgets to make him forget he was a love. The films he made, his salary, a part of the producer's profit were almost all a planned revenge against those who denied him access to fame in the early years. He worked it out astutely and then he did it. But it never bought him a home. Now he just keeps a small flat in London. The rest of the time he lives in hotel rooms. His artistry was never in question. Peter Sellers was his usual brilliant self, but perhaps he wasn't as good as he was. He's probably one of the greatest living actors. If only someone would let him act and stop expecting him to do the funnies all the time. So for us, the outsiders, it's not Peter Sellers the actor that can interest us, it's the person. Peter Sellers, the mask behind the face. Meet him tomorrow in the Daily Stench. But the person called Peter Sellers will have vanished long before anyone gets too close. Perhaps the enigma is more real than the man himself. I had probably very little confidence in myself if I thought well now I'd have to go there and act out myself. I don't know what I am myself to act out. I mean, I wouldn't know what to do. I'm not pleased with what I see in a minute. You see, so that's a big drawback. I'm just disgusted, you know. I think, ugh, I've got to give us this whole bloody routine of watch a bit more of the aging process. There are many men like us, you know, like me. We've got this strange brigade of puttin' faces who melt in the crowds as some of them sit in tubes, some of them face this. All my bits in there. I know the crew. They know me. They don't bother me. They keep up my way. I can run the boat myself. You're not stuck in one place. You get out to sea and there's nobody there. There's just nobody there. Vast expanses of blue. When it's lovely weather, I don't know anything nicer than being at sea in a yacht, putting into ports when you want to put in, getting off when you want to get off, eating on board, swimming. It's the ultimate luxury. If you said to me, what is the most super luxury you have in your life, material luxury you have in your life, I'd say it's my boat. I suppose the boat is where he's finally at home. I mean, he can always move it when the going gets tough. But he's a captain at sea who's already drowned. He's still a child who's running away from his mother. And keeps looking back to see how far he can go before she stops him. How far can I get away, he's saying. I'll still be safe. Peter has been entirely circumvented by the emotional parameters that have been created for him. Even with his children, he can only get sad happiness. And that's not radiant happiness. You don't go ha ha ha the moment you see your children. You get a warm glow for something positive that's happened in your life. Peter does get that, yes. Perhaps these are the least unhappy moments in his life. And so he classifies them as happiness. I think he imagined he'd be on this yacht with his family and he'd go into the Mediterranean. There'd be a blue moon. And I'll have the tape recorder playing just the music I want. And we'll plunge into the blue waters at night. And I'll have an electric underwater torch. When the boat was finished, he thought, well, there's the moon. So what happens now? There's the stars. I've seen the stars before. I've seen the ocean. That's the music. I know the tune. What else? Nothing else. Well, let's all go back to London. When faced with the reality of something, he had no choice but to run away. The yacht, his home, all a dream, all a dream. Life is just a terrible journey. He daren't stand still because he'd sink into the mire of his past. He'd drown himself in his own tears. So he has to keep going, although he knows he's got nowhere to go. But he's making the journey with all guns going and all flags flying. He'll go over the edge of the world one day just to prove it was flat. And if there'd have been a luggage compartment on the Apollo 11 to the moon, Sellers would have been in it. Wherever he is, he thinks, it's boring. That's a good title for the film. Wherever I am, it's boring. Isn't that a terrible crucifix he has to bear? Can you imagine the agony of it if he hadn't made it financially? I think he'd have killed himself. Jesus Christ, it's the payoff. Oh dear, what a payoff. Living actors. We have only some of the living actors on the spectrum. It was the last second. I missed you a lot. I've had a great feeling as you know. Once he'd got in the seat, he'd played enough. He'd got enough in credit to destroy all the others. Approach people. Left a world for showbiz. Which one of these is the real Peter's nightmare? Peter's nightmares are our nightmares too. His ghosts are ghosts. He's Mr. I don't know of the 20th century. He is Mr. 20th century. So good night, sweet prince. My flights of angels, watch over you.