Episode 5 Five Children and It

Wait for me!

-Wait here while I make terms.

-Oh.

-You are a startler to look at.

-Oh.

-Five balls a halfpenny!

-No, I'm here on business. Who's the boss?

-Don't wake him. He can be nasty.

-It will make him a lot of money.

-What?

-A giant.

-You ARE kidding!

-Come and see!

-All right.

-Good.

-You are kidding, you best say so. My Bill is a fair terror.

-Bobs!

Lord's truth! How much you take for him?

-I'll be a show for you today, if you give me 15 shillings.

-Done!

Is he dotty? Letting a kid cart him about.

He must be. Wait here. I call my Bill.

-I don't like the look of him.

-Too late.

-Hello.

-How do you do, young man?

-Over here.

Bobs.

Strike me pink! Young man, your fortune's made.

Here's your 15 shillings.

It is, as they say, "a drop in the ocean".

Good job you've come to me. Some blokes beat their giants.

-And starve them, too!

-No-one had better beat me. But I AM hungry.

Becca will get you grub later. Come with me in the back way.

Set the lads to guard him.

Roll up! Don't miss the chance of a lifetime.

Ladies and gentlemen!

It is my privilege to introduce to you for the first time - a giant!

He's never been seen before.

This giant is the eldest son of the Emperor of San Francisco.

He has been compelled to flee his home country.

He has taken refuge in England.

The first 20 will see this blue-blooded giant for 3 pence each.

After that the price is riz. So, NOW is the time.

Congratulations, madam.

LADY SCREAMS

OH, it was horrible! It's as big as a barn.

It froze the blood in my veins.

Aaa-aaa-aaa-rrr-rrr-rrr-gh!

You're lucky to be here, aren't you?

Yesterday, everyone we met wanted you.

We would have missed you so much. Martha would have thrown a fit.

One of these days, it would be absolute heaven.

We could have a wish where everyone lived happily ever after.

You're not mad if you talk to yourself.

I'm sorry, madam, he's having his tea.

-Hello.

-Hello. What have we got?

-How goes it?

-How am I going to get away?

-I've got a plan.

-We're made for life. Good as winning a fortune.

-Sir...

He must be left alone when the sun sets.

-He's very strange at that time of the day.

-What comes over him?

It's a change. Someone will get hurt, if he's not alone then.

-He'll be fine for the evening, I hope?

-Oh, yes.

For all I know, George, you're a handsome prince.

Shall we ask the psammead to bring back the boys now?

-I don't like to think of him being a freak.

-You can't unwish wishes.

What if the fair people won't let Bobs go?

He must get his supper. Or he might eat one of you!

I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen. Come back later.

-Keep your head and walk out.

-All right.

My goodness! Are you all right?

-How do you feel?

-I feel giddy.

-Ready?

-Yes.

-Good. Won't be a moment.

-He wants some ears of corn.

-What!?

-He gets strange tastes.

Could you open the tent a bit at the back? He's stifling.

You do it, Becca. Watch he don't get out.

-You best fetch his ears of corn!

-I'll tell him.

-Let's go.

-Will it work?

-Yes.

-And leave...

-I'm off for the corn.

-Yes!

You make sure the man in there you don't miss.

-We got away!

-Hooray!

-And we made 15 shillings!

We got the better of the psammead.

-You were asleep!

-I hope he hasn't made a wish without us.

-Never mind.

Let's pick blackberries.

Be persuaded for your own good.

-Ask for a pterodactyl and have done with it.

-No, thank you.

-You know how you wish when you're playing?

-I seldom play.

-I'm too busy giving wishes.

-Yes.

Won't you let us have our wish just when we think of it?

-So we don't have to disturb you.

-You'll wish for the wrong things.

-But have it your own way.

-Thank you! Good-bye.

-We know where you've been.

-Yes.

-I haven't made a wish.

-He has my watch!

-Cyril!

-People shouldn't leave their watches out.

-Oh, Martha, my beloved!

-Oh, Andrew, my prince!

-Martha!

-Andrew!

-What are you doing?

I found some blackberries.

He was only feeding George.

-You're for it.

-HE did it.

-He's only a baby.

-I wish he'd grow up.

ALL: I wish he wouldn't!

-He's asleep.

-Is that really OUR Lamb?

-Must be.

Is he still the Lamb inside?

-He can't be. He must be grown-up on the inside.

-It's awful!

If he's grown-up, he won't let us boss him around.

If he's a baby, he won't understand us.

-How long is he going to snooze? It's dinner-time.

-I'm ravenous.

Let's go home for dinner without him.

-We can't go without the Lamb!

-Thanks to you.

-What shall we do?

-Let's wake him to go into town for some grub.

-I'm not waking him.

He's always been a spoilt brat.

We'll draw lots.

Nobody look.

-Oh, no!

-Go on, Puss-cat.

Bother the flies! Hello, kiddies.

What's the giddy hour? You're late for your grub.

-We know.

-Then go home. I think I'll go to London for dinner.

Or I could go into the village and lunch at the Saracen's Head.

Then perhaps have a pull on the river.

-No, Lamb, you mustn't.

-Anthea, my name is HILARY!

Any of my baptismal names are free to my little brothers and sisters.

But NOT Lamb.

-He talks as if we're younger than him.

-We are.

-Hilary, don't go.

Why don't you take us to town and give us a jolly good blow-out?

Run along to your dinners. I won't be back till you're all in bed.

Besides, I can't fit you all on my bike.

You might take me.

We promised not to lose you. Girls should be seen and not heard.

Run along home.

-What are you doing with my bike?

-It's run down, I think.

It's a puncture.

-(It's about 20!)

-We'll soon put that right. Where can I get water?

That way.

-Good work.

-It's ages till sunset.

-That won't be mended till teatime.

-Think what could happen after that.

LAMB SCREAMS

You did a good job with that pin!

I say!

There's a young lady coming. Go home! Hide! Behind the tree.

Fine brother he turned out to be!

A puncture? Can I be of assistance?

You're very kind.

What's wrong? It's flat.

-Hasn't he had enough of punctures?

-If only she knew...

-He's a dear.

He's our own precious Lamb still.

We're... I'm at the White House. I haven't had the pleasure...

I'm staying with Lady Chittenden.

-I have met her.

-And how!

-She wouldn't want him now.

-They're going to fall in love.

-Look at that.

-I hope it gets bust.

I could mend it now, but it is getting late.

-I'll walk you home.

-No!

Please, don't let him.

-Go away!

-He's not what you think he is.

-What do you mean?

-Let him go with you and you'll see what I mean.

He's a poor, helpless little baby. His feet wouldn't reach the pedals.

- Who are these children? - I don't know.

Lamb, you're our baby brother.

-We must take care of him.

-We must get him home before sunset.

This is bosh.

Auntie! Auntie!

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When you want your heart's desire There's nothing but the fire

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Of a madly yearning wild imagination

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All you have to do is choose, Otherwise you're bound to lose

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Something special in your life will pass you by

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Castles in the air or a chest of purest gold

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Start a quest before you're old

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Try wishing harder every day

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Wishing to chase the clouds away

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In the twinkling of an eye, You'll grow tall or even fly

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You don't know until you try So do...

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And with the magic that you find Dream your dream away.

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Subtitles by Audrey Flynn BBC Scotland 1991