1 1 Das Ziel erreichen in zehn Sekunden. (GUNFIRE) Dieses Flakfeuer ist unglaublich. Mach schnell! Wir haben unser Ziel verpasst. (BOOMING) (AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS, EXPLOSIONS) Edmund, get away from there! Peter! What do you think you're doing? Peter, the shelter! Now! Come on! Oh wait! No! Come on! Leave it! Mummy! Lucy, come on! Come on! Quickly! Run! Run! (PANICKED SHOUTING) Wait! Dad! Ed! Edmund, no! I'll get him! Peter, come back! Ed, come here! Edmund, get down! (EXPLOSION) Come on, you idiot! Run! Get out! Come on! Hurry! Why can't you think about anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could have got us killed! Stop it! (SOBS) Why can't you just do as you're told? (ALL CHATTER) You need to keep this on, darling, all right? Are you warm enough? Good girl. If Dad were here, he wouldn't make us go. If Dad were here, it would mean the war was over. it would mean the war was over. You will listen to your brother, won't you, Edmund? Promise me you'll look after the others? I will, Mum. Good man. MAN: All aboard! Susan. Be a big girl. All right,... off you go. All aboard! Please get aboard now! (SOBS) Hey, get off! I know how to get on a train by myself! Get off me! May I have your tickets, please? Tickets, please. Peter. On you go. Yes, thank you. Come on, Lucy. We have to stick together now. Everything's gonna be all right. It's gonna be fine. GIRL: Bye, Mummy! I love you! (SOBS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Bye-bye, dear. Bye, Mum! We'll miss you! See you soon! ALL: Goodbye! (POIGNANT MUSIC) www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Copyright Able 2015 1 MAN: Goosey Station! Goosey Station! (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (TRAIN WHISTLE TOOTS) (TRAIN TRACKS CLACK) (MUSIC CONTINUES) 1 (CAR HORN TOOTS) The professor knew we were coming. Perhaps we've been incorrectly labelled. Come on! Hup! And whoa! Whoa! Mrs Macready? I'm afraid so. Is this it, then? Haven't you brought anything else? No. Ma'am,... it's just us. Small favours. Come on! (CRACKS WHIP) Good girl. Come on! Come on! (MUSIC CONTINUES) Professor Kirke is not accustomed to having children in this house. And, as such, there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shouting. Or running. No improper use of the dumb waiter. No touching of the historical artefacts! And, above all, there shall be no disturbing of the professor. (GASPS) 'German aircraft carried out a number of attacks last night. 'The raids, which lasted for several hours...' (TURNS RADIO OFF) The sheets feel scratchy. Wars don't last forever, Lucy. We'll be home soon. Yeah, if home's still there. Isn't it time you were in bed? Yes, Mum (!) Ed! (SIGHS) You saw outside. This place is huge. We can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow is going to be great. Really. (THUNDER RUMBLES) < Gas-tro-vas-cular. Come on, Peter, gastrovascular. Is it Latin? Yes. Is it Latin for 'worst game ever invented'? (SLAMS BOOK SHUT) We could play hide-and-seek. But we're already having so much fun (!) (SIGHS) Come on, Peter, please! Pretty please? One, two, three,... What? ...four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11, 12... # Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny! # How you can love. Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny! # Heavens above. You make my sad heart jump # with joy And when you're near, I just can't # sit still a minute, I'm so... # Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny! Please tell me, dear, what makes me love you so? # You're not handsome, it's true. # But when I look at you... I was here first! (SIGHS) # Oh, Johnny, oh! # (RATTLES DOOR) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (FLY BUZZES) (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC) < ..75, 76, 77, 78, 79,... (GASPS) ...80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98,... (GASPS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (WONDROUS MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) 1 (GASPS) (WONDROUS MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (RUSTLING) (GASPS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (SCREAMS) (SCREAMS) Ah. Uh... Were you hiding from me? No. Uh, well,... I just... I` I... No. No, I` I` I just... I was just, erm... I didn't want to scare you. If you don't mind my asking,... ...what are you? Well, I'm... Well, I'm a faun. And what about you? You must be some kind of... beardless dwarf? I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl! And, actually, I'm tallest in my class. Do you mean to say that you're a Daughter of Eve? Well, my mum's name is Helen` Well, my mum's name is Helen` Yes, but you are,... in fact,... human? Yes, of course. What are you doing here? Well, I was hiding in the wardrobe in the spare room and` Spare Oom? Is that in Narnia? in the spare room and` Spare Oom? Is that in Narnia? Narnia? What's that? Well, dear girl, you're in it. Everything from the lamppost, all the way to Castle Cair Paravel on the Eastern Ocean, every stick and stone you see, every icicle is... Narnia. This is an awfully big wardrobe. War Drobe? Uh, I'm sorry, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus. Pleased to meet you, Mr Tumnus. I'm Lucy Pevensie. Oh, you shake it. Um,... why? (CHUCKLES) I... I don't know. People do it when they meet each other. (LAUGHS) (LAUGHS) Well, then, Lucy Pevensie, from the shining city of War Drobe in the wondrous land of Spare Oom, how would it be if you came and had tea with me? Well, thank you very much, but I,... I probably should be getting back. But it's only around the corner, and there will be a glorious fire with... toast and tea and cakes. And perhaps we'll even break into the sardines. I don't know. Come on. It's not every day that I get to make a new friend. Well, I suppose I could come... for a little while, if you have sardines. By the bucketload. Not much further. Wait until you see it. You all right? Mm-hm. (GASPS) Well, here we are. Come along. After you. May I help you with that? Oh! Thank you very much. Oh! Oh! (LOCK CLICKS) Ah. Now, that, that is my father. Now, that, that is my father. He has a nice face. He looks a lot like you. No. No, I'm not very much like him at all, really. My father's fighting the war. My father went away to war too. But that was a long, long time ago. Before this dreadful winter. Winter's not all bad. There's ice skating and snowball fights. Oh, and Christmas! Not here. No. No, we haven't had a Christmas in 100 years. What? No presents for a hundred years? Always winter, never Christmas. It's been a long winter. But you would have loved Narnia in summer. We fauns danced with the dryads all night, and, you know, we never got tired. And music. Oh, such... music! Would...? Would you like to hear some now? Oh, yes, please! Now, are you familiar with any Narnia lullabies? Sorry, no. Well, that's good, because this probably won't sound anything like one. (CLEARS THROAT) (PLAYS LULLABY) (CONTINUES PLAYING) (GASPS) (HORSE HOOVES THUNDER) (LULLABY CONTINUES) (LAUGHTER) (PLAYS LULLABY) (LULLABY CONTINUES, ROARING) (WIND HOWLS) (Oh, I should go.) It's too late for that now. I'm such a terrible faun. Oh, no, you're the nicest faun I've ever met. Then, I'm afraid you've had a very poor sampling. No,... you can't have done anything that bad. It's not something I have done, Lucy Pevensie,... it's something I am doing. What are you doing? it's something I am doing. What are you doing? I'm kidnapping you. (GASPS) It was the White Witch. She's the one who makes it always winter. She gave orders ` if any of us ever find a human wandering in the woods, we're supposed to turn it over to her. But, Mr Tumnus, you wouldn't. I thought you were my friend. Now,... she may already know you're here. The woods are full of her spies. Even some of the trees are on her side. Can you find your way back from here? I think so. All right Will you be all right? (SOBS) Hey. Hey. Hey. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Here. Keep it. You need it more than I do. No matter what happens, Lucy Pevensie, I am glad to have met you. You've made me feel warmer than I've felt in 100 years. Now go. Go! Dieses Flakfeuer ist Ugh! < ...99, 100. Ready or not, here I come! It's all right! I'm back! I'm all right! (Shut up! He's coming!) (SIGHS) I am not sure you two have quite got the idea of this game. Weren't you wondering where I was? That's the point. That was why he was seeking you. Does this mean I win? I don't think Lucy wants to play any more. I've been gone for hours. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) Lucy, the only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe. One game at a time, Lu. We don't all have your imagination. But I wasn't imagining! That's enough, Lucy. I wouldn't lie about this! Well, I believe you. You do? Yeah, of course. Didn't I tell you about the football field in the bathroom cupboard (?) Will you just stop? You JUST have to make everything worse, don't you? It was just a joke. When are you gonna grow up? Shut up! You think you're Dad, but you're not! Well, that was nicely handled (!) But... it really was there. Susan's right, Lucy,... that's enough. (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC) (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (TOILET FLUSHES) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (WIND HOWLS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Lucy? Where are you? Boo! Lucy? Hope you're not afraid of the dark. Lucy? Lucy? Lucy? Ugh! (GRUNTS) Lucy? Where are you? Lucy? I think I believe you now! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) Lucy? (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (RUSTLING) (JINGLING) Lucy? Yah! Yah! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (SNARLS) (GASPS) Ugh! Yah! Leave me alone! What is it now, Ginarrbrik? Make him let me go! How dare you address the Queen of Narnia! I didn't know! You will know her better hereafter! I didn't know! You will know her better hereafter! Wait! (WONDROUS MUSIC) What is your name, Son of Adam? Uh,... Edmund. And how, Edmund, did you come to enter my dominion? I'm not sure. I was just following my sister. Your sister? How many are you? Four. Lucy's the only one that's been here before. She said she met some faun called... Tumnus. Peter and Susan didn't believe her. I didn't either. Edmund, you look so cold. Will you come and sit with me? (MAGICAL MUSIC) Now,... how about something hot to drink? Now,... how about something hot to drink? Yes, please,... Your Majesty. (ICE CRACKS) Your drink, sire. How did you do that? I can make anything you like. Can you make me taller? (LAUGHS) Anything you'd like to eat? Turkish delight? (ICE CRACKS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Mmm! Edmund,... I would very much like to meet the rest of your family. Why? They're nothing special. Oh, I'm sure they're not... nearly as delightful as... you are, but, you see, Edmund, I have no children of my own, and you are exactly the sort of boy who I could see, one day, becoming... Prince of Narnia. Maybe even King. Really? Of course, you'd have to bring your family. Uh,... do you mean... Peter would be King too? No! No, no! But a king needs servants. I guess I could bring them. Beyond these woods, you see those two hills? My house is right between them. You'd love it there, Edmund. It has whole rooms simply stuffed with Turkish delight. Couldn't I have some more now? No! Don't wanna ruin your appetite. Besides, you and I are going to be seeing each other again soon, aren't we? I hope so,... Your Majesty. Until then, dear one. Mmm, I'm gonna miss you. Yah! Yah! Yah! Edmund? Oh, Edmund, you got in too! Isn't it wonderful? Where have you been? With Mr Tumnus. He's fine. The White Witch hasn't found out anything about him meeting me. The White Witch? (She calls herself the Queen of Narnia, but she really isn't.) Are you all right? You look awful. Well, what do you expect? I mean, it's freezing! How do we get out of here? Come on. This way. (DOOR BANGS OPEN) Peter! Peter, wake up! Peter, wake up! It's there! It's really there! Lucy, what are you talking about? Narnia, it's in the wardrobe, like I told you! You've just been dreaming, Lucy. But I haven't! I saw Mr Tumnus again! And this time Edmund went, too! You... You saw the faun? Well, he didn't actually go there with me. What were you doing, Edmund? I was... just playing along. I'm sorry, Peter, I shouldn't have encouraged her, but... you know what little children are like these days: they just don't know when to stop pretending. (SOBS) (SIGHS) (SIGHS) Ow! Oof! (SOBS) You children are one shenanigan shy of sleeping in the stable! Professor. I'm sorry, I told them you were not to be disturbed. It's all right, Mrs Macready. I'm sure there's an explanation. First of all, I think this one is in need of a little hot chocolate. Come along, dear. Ahem! You seem to have upset the delicate internal balance of my housekeeper. We're very sorry, sir. It won't happen again. It's our sister, sir, Lucy. The weeping girl? Yes, sir. She's upset. Hence the weeping. It's nothing. We can handle it. Oh, I can see that (!) She thinks she's found a magical land. In the upstairs wardrobe. What did you say? Um,... the wardrobe upstairs, Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside. She won't stop going on about it. What was it like? Like talking to a lunatic. No, no, no, not her, the forest. You're not saying you believe her? You don't? But of course not. I mean, logically, it's impossible. What do they teach in schools these days? Edmund said they were only pretending. And he's usually the more truthful one, is he? No. This would be the first time. Well, if she's not mad, and she's not lying, then, LOGICALLY,... we must assume she's telling the truth. You're saying that we should just believe her? She's your sister, isn't she? You're a family. You might just try acting like one. Peter winds up, poised to take yet another wicket! Ow! Whoops! (LAUGHS) Wake up, Dolly Daydream! Why can't we play hide-and-seek again? I thought you said it was a kid's game. Besides, we could all use the fresh air. we could all use the fresh air. It's not like there isn't air inside. Are you ready? Are you? (BANGS BAT ON GROUND) (GASPS) (CLATTERING) Well done, Ed (!) You bowled it! < What is going on? The Macready! Come on! (ADVANCING FOOTSTEPS) No, no, back! Back! (ADVANCING FOOTSTEPS) (ADVANCING FOOTSTEPS) (RATTLES DOOR) (ADVANCING FOOTSTEPS) Come on! You've got to be joking. (ADVANCING FOOTSTEPS, ALL GASP) (DOOR CREAKS/ADVANCING FOOTSTEPS) (Get back.) My toe! I'm not on your toe! Stop shoving! Move back! Will you stop shoving? (ALL SHOUT) Ugh! Ugh! (GASPS) Impossible. Don't worry, I'm sure it's just your imagination (!) I don't suppose saying we're sorry would quite cover it. I don't suppose saying we're sorry would quite cover it. No, it wouldn't. But that might! Oh! Oh! (LAUGHS) Ow! Stop it! You little liar! You didn't believe her either! Apologise to Lucy. Say you're sorry! All right! I'm sorry. That's all right. Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending. Very funny (!) Maybe we should go back. Shouldn't we at least take a look around? I think Lucy should decide. (GASPS) I'd like you all to meet Mr Tumnus. Well, then, Mr Tumnus it is! But we can't go hiking in the snow dressed like this. No,... but I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind us using these. (GASPS) Anyway, if you think about it logically,... we're not even taking them out of the wardrobe. But that's a girl's coat! I know. (SIGHS) '(POIGNANT SINGING)' '(SINGING CONTINUES)' 1 (LAUGHS) '(SINGING CONTINUES)' ...lots and lots of lovely food and we'll have lots and lots of... Lu? (GASPS) Lucy! (GASPS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Who would do something like this? (SOMBRE MUSIC) 'The faun Tumnus, is hereby charged with high treason 'against Her Imperial Majesty, Jadis, Queen of Narnia, 'for comforting her enemies and fraternising with humans. 'Signed Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police. Long live the Queen.' All right, now we really should go back. But what about Mr Tumnus? If he was arrested just for being with a human, I don't think there is much we can do. You don't understand, do you? I'm the human. She must have found out he helped me. Maybe we could call the police. These are the police. Don't worry, Lu, we'll think of something. Why? I mean, he's a criminal. (BIRD CHIRPS) Pst! Did that bird just pst us? (BIRDS CHIRP) (RUSTLING) (RUSTLING) (RUSTLING) (RUSTLING) It's a beaver. Here, boy. (CLICKS TONGUE) Here, boy. I ain't gonna smell it, if that's what you want. (GIGGLES) Oh. Sorry. Lucy Pevensie? Yes. Hey, that's the hanky I gave to Mr Tum` Tumnus. He got it to me just before they took him. Is he all right? (Further in.) What are you doing? She's right. How do we know we can trust him? He said he knows the faun. He's a beaver. He shouldn't be saying anything! Everything all right? Yes, we were just talking. (That's better left for safer quarters.) (That's better left for safer quarters.) He means the trees. (MAGICAL MUSIC) (Come on, we don't wanna be caught out here after nightfall.) Ah, blimey, it looks like the old girl's got the kettle on! Nice cup of Rosie Lee! It's lovely. No, it's merely a trifle. Still plenty to do. Ain't quite finished it yet. It'll look the business when it is, though. Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick! If I find you've been out with Badger again, I...! Oh. Well, those aren't badgers. Oh, I never thought I'd live to see this day! Look at my fur. You couldn't give me 10 minutes warning? I would've given you a week if I thought it would've helped. (LAUGHS) Come inside, and we'll get you some food and some CIVILISED company. (LAUGHS) Now, careful. Watch your step. Excuse the mess. Can't get Mr Beaver to get out of his chair. (LAUGHS) Enjoyin' the scenery, are we? Isn't there anything we can do to help Tumnus? They'll have taken him to the Witch's house. There's few that go through them gates... that come out again. There's few that go through them gates... that come out again. Fish 'n' chips. But there is hope, dear. Lots of hope. (SPITS) Oh yeah, there's a right bit more than hope! (Aslan is on the move.) Who's Aslan? (LAUGHS) Who's Aslan? (LAUGHS) You cheeky little blighter! (LAUGHS) What? You don't know, do ya? Well, we haven't been here long. Well, he's only the king of the whole wood. The top geezer. The real King of Narnia! He's been away for a long while. But he's just got back, and he's waiting for ya near the Stone Table! He's waiting for us? You're bloomin' jokin'! They don't even know about the prophecy! Well, then... Look, Aslan's return, Tumnus's arrest, the Secret Police, it's all happenin' because of you! You're blaming us? it's all happenin' because of you! You're blaming us? No, not blaming, thanking you. There's a prophecy ` 'When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone 'sits at Cair Paravel in throne, 'the evil time will be over and done.' That doesn't really rhyme. Yeah, I know it don't but... You're kinda missin' the point! It has long been foretold that two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia. And you think we're the ones? Well, you'd better be, cos Aslan's already fitted out your army! Our army? Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war. I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes. We're from Finchley. Oh. Thank you for your hospitality,... but we really have to go. You can't just leave! He's right. We have to help Mr Tumnus. It's out of our hands. I'm sorry, but it's time the four of us were getting home. Ed. Ed? I'm gonna kill him. You may not have to. Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before? (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) Hurry! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) Edmund! (Ssh! They'll hear ya!) No! Get off me! You're playing into her hands! We can't just let him go! He's our brother! He's the bait! The Witch wants all four of ya! Why? To stop the prophecy from coming true. To kill ya! (DOOR SLAMS) This is all your fault. My fault? None of this would've happened if you'd listened to me! So you knew this would happen? I didn't know what would happen, which is why we should have left! I didn't know what would happen, which is why we should have left! Stop it! This isn't going to help Edmund. She's right. Only Aslan can help your brother now. Then take us to him. 1 (GASPS) (EERIE MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) 1 1 (WOLF BARKS) Ugh! Be still, stranger, or you'll never move again! Who are you? I'm Edmund! I met the Queen in the woods! She told me to come back here! I'm a Son of Adam! Oh. My apologies, fortunate favourite of the Queen. Or else, not so fortunate. Right this way. Wait here. Like it? (GASPS) Uh, y-y-yes. Y-Y-Your Majesty. I thought you might. Tell me, Edmund,... are your sisters deaf? No. And your brother, is he... unintelligent? Well, I think so but Mum says` Then, how... dare you come... alone?! I tried! I asked so little of you. They just don't listen to me! You couldn't even do that. I did bring them halfway! They're at the little house at the dam with the beavers! Well,... I suppose you're not a total loss, then, are you? Well, I was wondering,... could I... maybe have some more Turkish... delight now? Our guest is hungry. This way for your num-nums. Maugrim! You know what to do. (HOWLS) (WOLVES SNARL) (WOLVES HOWL) Hurry, Mother, they're after us! Hurry, Mother, they're after us! Oh, right, then! What's she doing? You'll be thanking me later. It's a long journey, and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry. I'm cranky now! Take them. (WOLVES SNARL) Do you think we'll need jam? Only if the Witch serves toast. (BARKING) (CRACKING) (GASPS) (WOLVES SNARL) Hurry. (WHINES) Badger and me dug this. Comes up right near his place. You told me it led to your mum's. Ugh! Lucy! (BARKING) (They're in the tunnel.) Quick! This way! Hurry! Quick! Run! Quick! Quick, quick! You should have brought a map! There wasn't room next to the jam! Come on, Lucy! Ugh! I'm so sorry, dear. He was my best mate. (WONDROUS MUSIC) What happened here? This is what becomes of those who cross the Witch. You take one more step, traitor, and I'll chew you to splinters! You take one more step, traitor, and I'll chew you to splinters! Relax! I'm one of the good guys. Yeah? Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones. An unfortunate family resemblance. But we can argue breeding later. We've gotta move. < (BARKING) What did you have in mind? (WOLVES BARK/SNARL) (BARKS) Greetings, gents! Lost something, have we? Don't patronise me! I know where your allegiance lies. We're looking for some humans. (LAUGHS) Humans? Here in Narnia? Valuable bit of information, don't you think? (YELPS) (GASPS) Your reward is your life. It's not much, but, still... Where are the fugitives? (GROWLS) (WHIMPERS) North. They ran north. Smell them out. (WOLF SNARLS) Ugh! (GASPS) They were helping Tumnus. The Witch got here before I did. Ow! Oh! Argh! Are you all right? I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite... Ow! Stop squirming! Argh! You're worse than Beaver on bath day! Worst day of the year. Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid that's all the cure I have time for. You're leaving? It has been a pleasure, my Queen, and an honour but time is short, and Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops. You've seen Aslan? What's he like? Like everything we've heard. You'll be glad to have him by your side in battle. But we're not planning on fighting any witch. But, King Peter, the prophecy. We can't go to war without ya. We just want our brother back. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (COUGHS/CHOKES) If... (GASPS) If you're not going to eat that... I'd get up but... (PANTS) but my legs... Mm! Mr... Tumnus. What's left of him. You're Lucy Pevensie's brother. I'm Edmund. Yes. Yes, you have the same nose. Is your sister all right? Is she safe? (BARKING/SNARLING) I don't know. (DOOR LOCK CLICKS) (GASPS) My police tore that dam apart. Your little family... are nowhere to be found. (GASPS) Where did they go? I don't know! Then, you're of no further use to me. Wait! The beaver said something about Aslan! Aslan? Where? I` He's a stranger here, Your Majesty. He can't be expected to know anything. Ugh! I said... where is Aslan? I,... I don't know. I left before they said anything. I wanted to see you! Guard! Your Majesty. Release the faun. Argh! Argh! Argh! (GROANS) Do you know why you're here, faun? Because I believe... in a free... Narnia. You're here... because HE... turned you in... for sweeties. Take him upstairs. And ready my sleigh. Edmund misses his family. 1 Now, Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table just across the frozen river. River? Oh, the river's been frozen solid for a hundred years! It's so far. It's the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small? Smaller. (DOOR SCRAPES) When you're ready, Son of Adam. Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah! (EPIC MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) Come on, humans! While we're still young. If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat! (LAUGHS) Hurry up! Come on! He is getting a little bossy. It's her! Run! Run! Run! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (ALL PANT) (ALL PANT) (ALL PANT) Hurry! Inside! Dive! DIVE! Quick! Quick, quick! (REINDEER HOOVES CLATTER, STOP) (FOOTSTEPS) (SNIFFS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (Maybe... she's gone.) (I suppose I'll go and look.) (No!) (You're worth nothing to Narnia dead.) (Neither are you, Beaver.) (Thanks, sweetheart.) (RUMBLING) (What's...?) (Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh!) (FOOTSTEPS) (SCREAMS) Come out! Come out! I hope you've all been good, cos there's someone here to see ya! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (LAUGHS) Merry Christmas, sir. It certainly is, Lucy, since you have arrived. Look, I have put up with a lot since I got here but this... We thought you were the Witch. Sorry about that, but, in my defence, I have been driving one of these longer than the Witch. I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia. I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia. No,... not for a long time, but the hope that you have brought, Your Majesties, is finally starting to weaken the Witch's power. Still, I dare say you could do with these. Presents! The juice of the fire flower. One drop will cure any injury. And though I hope you never have to use it... Thank you, sir, but... I think I could be brave enough. I'm sure you could,... but battles are... ugly affairs. Susan,... trust in this bow, and it will not easily miss. What happened to 'battles are ugly affairs'? (CHUCKLES) Though you don't seem to have a problem making yourself heard, blow on this and wherever you are,... help will come. Thanks. Peter,... the time to use these may be near at hand. Thank you, sir. These are tools, not toys. Bear them well and wisely. Now,... I must be off. Winter is almost over,... and things do pile up when you've been gone 100 years. (CHUCKLES) Long live Aslan! And merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas, sir! See you next year! Goodbye! Told you he was real. He said winter was almost over. You know what that means. No more ice. (RUMBLING) We need to cross. Now. Don't beavers make dams? I'm not that fast, dear. Come on! Wait! Think about this for a minute! We don't have a minute! I'm trying to be realistic. No, you're trying to be smart. As usual. < (HOWLING) (WOLF SNIFFS/HOWLS) (WHIMPERS) (CREAKING) (CRACKING) (GASPS) Wait. Maybe I should go first. Maybe you should. You've been sneaking second helpings. Well, you never know which meal's gonna be your last. Especially with your cooking. (CRACKING) (SCREAMS) If Mum knew what we were doing... Mum's not here! Oh no! (WOLVES SNARL) Run! Hurry! (SCREAMS) (SNARLS) No! Peter! Put that down, boy. Someone could get hurt. Don't worry about me! Run him through! Leave now while you can, and your brother leaves with you. Stop, Peter! Maybe we should listen to him! Smart girl. Don't listen to him! Kill him! Kill him now! Aw, come on! This isn't your war. All my Queen wants is for you to take your family and go. Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword, it doesn't make you a hero! Just drop it! No, Peter! Narnia needs ya! Gut him while you still have a chance! What's it gonna be, Son of Adam? I won't wait forever. And neither will the river. (CREAKING) Peter! Hold on to me! Hah! (RUMBLING) (CRACKING) (ALL SCREAM) (WATER RUSHES) (HEROIC MUSIC) (SCREAMS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (COUGHS) Brr! Lovely! What have you done? Lucy? Lucy? < Has anyone seen my coat? (RELIEVED SIGH) Don't you worry, dear. Your brother's got you well looked after. And I don't think you'll be needing those coats any more. (MAGICAL MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (BIRDS CHIRP) (WATER RUSHES) (WATER RUSHES) It's so warm out. I'll go and check the sleigh. Your Majesty,... we found the traitor near the Shuddering Woods. (YELPS) Ah, nice of you to drop in! You were so helpful to my wolves last night. Perhaps you can help me now. Forgive me, Your Majesty. Oh, don't waste my time with flattery! Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you. Where are the humans headed? Wait! No! Don't! The beaver said something about the Stone Table and that Aslan had an army there! An army? (SIGHS) Thank you, Edmund. I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty... before he dies! No! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Think about whose side you're on, Edmund. Mine... or theirs? Go on ahead. Gather the faithful. If it's a war Aslan wants,... (CRUNCHING) it's a war he shall get. 1 (BLOWS BUGLE) (WISTFUL MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) Why are they all staring at us? Maybe they think YOU look funny. Oi, stop your fussing. You look lovely. (HORSES WHINNY) We have come to see Aslan. (ALL GASP/CHATTER) (QUIET DRAMATIC MUSIC) (HORSES WHINNY) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) Welcome Peter, Son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve. And welcome to you, beavers. You have my thanks. But where is the fourth? That's why we're here, sir. We need your help. We had a little trouble along the way. Our brother has been captured by the White Witch. Captured? How could this happen? He... betrayed them, Your Majesty. Then he has betrayed us all! Peace, Oreius. I'm sure there's an explanation. It's my fault, really. I was too hard on him. We all were. Sir, he's our brother. I know, dear one, but that only makes the betrayal all the worse. This may be harder than you think. That is Cair Paravel ` the castle of the four thrones. In one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King. You doubt the prophecy? No,... that's just it. Aslan,... I'm not what you all think I am. Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat. (CHUCKLES) Peter, there is a Deep Magic, more powerful than any of us, that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right from wrong and governs all our destinies ` yours and mine. But I couldn't even protect my own family. You've brought them safely this far. Not all of them. Peter, I will do what I can to help your brother, but I need you to consider what I ask of you. I, too, want my family safe. Is our little prince uncomfortable? Does he want his pillow fluffed? Special treatment for the special boy. Isn't that what you wanted? You look like Mum. Mum hasn't had a dress like this since before the war. We should bring her one back. A whole trunk full! If we ever get back. I'm sorry I'm like that. We used to have fun together,... didn't we? Yes. Before you got boring. (LAUGHS) Oh really? (SHRIEKS) (LAUGHS/SHRIEKS) (LAUGHS) (ROARS) (BOTH SCREAM) Please don't try to run. We're tired. And we'd prefer to kill you quickly. (WOLVES SNARL) Ugh! (BUGLE BLARES) Susan! (SCREAMS) (SNARLING BELOW) Get back! Peter! (WOLVES SNARL) Come on,... we have already been through this before. We both know you haven't got it in you. Peter, watch out! (SNARLS) (ASLAN ROARS) (YELPS) Yah! No! Stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle. You may think you're a king, but you're going to die LIKE A DOG! (SNARLS) Argh! Peter! (SCREAMS) Ugh! Ugh! (BOTH STRAIN) (YELPS) After him. He will lead you to Edmund. Peter,... clean your sword. Rise, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane, Knight of Narnia. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (SWORDS CLANK) We'll keep the giants in reserve and send the dwarfs in first. (GASPS) Yah! The prisoner. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) Argh! You're not going to kill me? Not yet. We have work to do. 1 1 (GASPS) Edmund! (MOUTHS) (POIGNANT MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) What's done is done. There is no need to speak to Edmund about what is past. Hello. (MUSIC CONTINUES) Are you all right? I'm a little tired. Get some sleep. And Edmund,... try not to wander off. Narnia is not going to run out of toast, Ed. I'm sure they'll pack something up for the journey back. We're going home? You are. I promised Mum I'd keep you three safe, but it doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help. But they need us. All four of us. Lucy, it's too dangerous. You almost drowned. Edmund was almost killed! Which is why we have to stay. I've seen what the White Witch can do,... and I've helped her do it. And we can't leave these people behind to suffer for it. Well, I suppose that's it, then. Where are you going? To get in some practice. (GASPS) (LAUGHS) Come on, Ed, sword point up, like Oreius showed us! En garde! Now block! Hey! Peter! Edmund! (HORSE NEIGHS) Whoa, horsey! My name is Philip. Oh. Sorry. The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan. She's on her way here. Jadis, the Queen of Narnia! Go away, Witch! Empress of the Lone Islands! (SNARLS) (EERIE MUSIC) You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan. His offence was not against you. Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built? Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch! I was there when it was written. Then, you'll remember well that... every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property. Try and take him, then. Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right,... little King? Aslan knows that unless I have blood, as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned... (ALL GASP) all of Narnia will be overturned... (ALL GASP) and perish in fire and water. That boy will die on the Stone Table,... (ALL GASP) ...as is tradition. You dare not refuse me. Enough. I shall talk with you alone. She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam's blood. (ALL CHEER) How do I know your promise will be kept? (SNARLS) (ALL LAUGH) (CHEERING) (POIGNANT MUSIC) 1 (GASPS) (Susan!) (CRICKETS CHIRP) (CRICKETS CHIRP) (BIRDS CHIRP) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Shouldn't you both be in bed? We couldn't sleep. Please, Aslan,... couldn't we come with you? I would be glad of the company for a while. Thank you. (LEAVES RUSTLE) (SOMBRE MUSIC) It is time. From here... I must go on alone. But Aslan... You have to trust me for this must be done. Thank you, Susan. Thank you, Lucy. And farewell. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (BIRDS CALL) (SHRIEKING) (ALL GRUNT) (SHRIEKING) (SHRIEKS) (TRIBAL MUSIC) Behold, the Great Lion. (ALL LAUGH) (LAUGHTER) (SNARLS) (ALL CHEER) (LUCY GASPS) Do you want some milk? Why doesn't he fight back? Bind him! (SNARLS) (SNARLS) Wait! Let him first be shaved. (ALL CHEER) (ALL CHEER) (POIGNANT MUSIC) Bring him to me. (CHEERING) (ALL JEER) (SILENCE) (ECHOES) (WOLVES HOWL) (TRIBAL MUSIC) You know, Aslan,... I'm a little disappointed in you. Did you honestly think by all this that you could save the human traitor? You are giving me your life and saving no one. Huh! So much for love. Tonight... the Deep Magic will be appeased! (ALL SHOUT) But tomorrow... we will take Narnia FOREVER! (ALL CHEER) In that knowledge, despair... (TRIBAL MUSIC) ...and DIE! (THUDDING) (GASPS) (GROANS) (SOBS) (CHEERING) The Great Cat is DEAD! (ALL CHEER) General,... prepare your troops for battle. (ROARS) However short it may be. Dieses Flakfeuer ist (CRICKETS CHIRP) (BOTH SOB) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (POIGNANT MUSIC) It's too late. He's gone. (POIGNANT MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) He must've known what he was doing. (SOBS) (SOBS) (SOBS) (SOBS) (SNIFFLES) Get away! Get away, all of you! No,... look. (SOBS) (HOPEFUL MUSIC) We have to tell the others. We can't just leave him. Lucy, there's no time. They need to know. The trees. (WIND HOWLS) (WIND WHISTLES) (LEAVES RUSTLE) (LEAVES RUSTLE) (GASPS) Be still, my Princes. I bring grave news from your sisters. She's right. He's gone. Then you'll have to lead us. Peter, there's an army out there, and it's ready to follow you. I can't. Aslan believed you could. So do I. The Witch's army is nearing, sire. What are your orders? (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GRYPHON SQUAWKS) (SQUAWKS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (MUSIC FADES) They come in numbers and weapons far greater than our own. They come in numbers and weapons far greater than our own. Numbers do not win a battle. No,... but I bet they help. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (ROARS) (ROARS) (ALL SHOUT) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (ROARING) (SHOUTING FADES) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (BUGLE BLARES) (ALL SHOUT) (ALL ROAR) I have no interest in prisoners. Kill them all. (ROARS) (ALL SHOUT) (ROARS) (ROARING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (GRYPHONS SQUAWK) Go on! Look to the sky! (ALL SCREAM) (ROARS) Are you with me? To the death. For Narnia and for ASLAN! (UNICORN NEIGHS) (ALL SHOUT) Go! (ALL ROAR) Go! Forward! (HEROIC MUSIC) (SNARLING) (PANTS) '(POUNDING HEARTBEAT)' '(HEARTBEAT CONTINUES)' (CATS SHRIEK, ALL SHOUT/SCREAM) (ROARS) (FAINT MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) We should go. I'm so cold. (SIGHS) (WIND HOWLS) (CRACKING) Argh! Ugh! Susan! (QUIET MUSIC) Where's Aslan? What have they done? (GASPS) BOTH: Aslan! (LAUGHS) But we saw the knife. The Witch. If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might've interpreted the Deep Magic differently, that when a victim who's committed no treachery is killed in a traitor's stead, the Stone Table will crack,... and even Death itself would turn backwards. We sent the news that you were dead. Peter and Edmund will have gone to war. We have to help them. We will, dear one, but not alone. Climb on my back. We have far to go and little time to get there. And you may want to cover your ears. (ROARS) (POLAR BEARS ROAR) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Fire! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (PANICKED NEIGHING, ALL SCREAM) (ALL CHEER) Yes! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Fall back! Draw them to the rocks! (BUGLE BLARES) That's the signal! Come on! (PANTS) Where are we going? Hang on. MAN: Fall back! MAN: Go on, fall back! (YELLING) (UNICORN NEIGHS) Ugh! (RHINOCEROS GRUNTS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Stop! (ALL SCREAM) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (ROARS) Yah! (SHRIEKS) (ROARS) (GRUNTS) (PANTING) (SOBS) (SOMBRE MUSIC) (EXHALES) (CREAKING) Argh. Argh. Argh. (GASPS/PANTS) (BOTH LAUGH) Susan, this is... ...Mr Tumnus! Oh! Come, we must hurry and search the castle. Peter will need everyone we can find. Argh! Argh! (SHRIEKING) Edmund! There's too many! Get out of here! Get the girls and get them home! You heard him! Let's go! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Peter said get out of here! Peter's not King yet. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Yah! Argh! (VOICE MUTED) Argh. Argh! < (ROARING) (ROARS) Impossible. (ALL SHOUT) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (GRUNTS) (ROARS) Ugh! (ROARS) (YELLING ECHOES) It is finished. Peter! Peter! Where's Edmund? * (GASPS) Edmund! Argh! (GASPS) (STOPS GASPING) (SOBS) (COUGHS) (BOTH GASP) (HOPEFUL MUSIC) When are you gonna learn to do as you're told? (MUSIC SWELLS) (EXHALES) (CREAKING) (HOPEFUL MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (ALL GIGGLE) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (FANFARE) (MUSIC CONTINUES) 1 1 To the glistening Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) To the great Western Wood, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant Southern Sun, Queen Susan the Gentle. And to the clear Northern Sky, I give you King Peter the Magnificent. Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens. ALL: Long live King Peter! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Susan! Long live Queen Lucy! (CHEERING) (WATER RUSHES) (POIGNANT MUSIC) Don't worry, we will see him again. When? In time. One day he'll be here, and the next he won't. But you mustn't press him,... after all, he's not a tame lion. No. But he is good. Here. You need it more than I do. (POIGNANT MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (LAUGHS) Are you all right, Philip? (PANTS) I'm not as young as I once was. Come on, Ed. Just catching my breath. That's all we'll catch at this rate. What did he say again, Susan? 'I'll get the stag myself!' What did he say again, Susan? 'I'll get the stag myself!' (BOTH LAUGH) What's this? It seems familiar. As if from a dream. Or a dream of a dream. Spare Oom. Lucy! Not again! Lu? Come on! (GENTLE DRAMATIC MUSIC) These aren't branches. Ow! Ooh! They're coats. Argh! Susan, you're on my foot! Peter move off! Stop shoving! I'm not on your toe! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! (MAGICAL MUSIC) Oh! There you are. What were you all doing in the wardrobe? You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir. Try me. # IMOGEN HEAP'S 'CAN'T TAKE IT IN' # # Can't close my eyes. # What if it goes? # Deep down inside. # It's got a hold # of me. # Oh, empty my heart. # I've got to make room for this feeling. # I can't take it in... www.able.co.NZ Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Copyright Able 2015 I don't think you'll get back in that way. You see,... I've already tried. Will we ever go back? Oh, I expect so,... but it'll probably happen when you're not looking for it. All the same,... (best to keep your eyes open.) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (ROARING) # It couldn't be # any more # beautiful. # It couldn't be # any more # beautiful. # I can't take it in. # I can't take it in. # Whoa. # (MUSIC FADES) # ALANIS MORISSETTE'S 'WUNDERKIND' # # Oh, perilous place. # Walk backwards toward you. # Blink disbelieving eyes. # Chilled to the bone. # Most visibly brave. # No apprehended bloom. # First to take this foot # to virgin snow. # I am a magnet # for all kinds of deeper wonderment. # I am a wunderkind. # Oh. # And I lift the envelope. # Pushed far enough to believe this. # I am a princess # on the way to my throne, # destined to serve, # destined to roam. # Oh, ominous place. # Spellbound and unchild-proofed. # My least favourite chill # to bear alone. # Compatriots in place, # they'd cringe if I told you # our best back-pocket secret, # our bond full blown. # I am a magnet # for all kinds of deeper wonderment. # I am a wunderkind # Oh. # I am pioneer # naive enough to believe this. # I am a princess # on the way to my throne, # destined to seek, # destined to roam. # Most beautiful place. # Reborn and blown off roof. # My view about-face whether # great will be done. # I am a magnet # for all kinds of deeper wonderment. # I am a wunderkind. # Oh. # I am a Joan of Arc # and smart enough to believe this. # I am a princess # on the way to my throne, # destined to reign. # destined to roam. # # TIM FINN'S 'WINTER LIGHT' # (SLOW PIANO MUSIC) # It's always in the back # of your mind. # When everything is dark, # still something shines. # One chilly afternoon, # you drew the blind. # The earth was frozen, # ice upon the water. # All at once you saw her # there in the winter light, # there in the winter light, # there in the winter light, # making everything look # beautiful. # Light that shines with its own phantasmagoria. # Light that spills from a billion excited atoms. # Light that lingers in a quiet room. # Reveal for me, shine for me, shine for me. # There in the winter light # shine for me, reveal for me. # There in the winter light. # There in the winter light. # IMS Subtitles