Episode 6 Five Children and It

Auntie! Auntie! Auntie!

Auntie, thank heaven! Please get my bicycle.

What is it? Those children! You poor child!

You've put paid to that nicely(!)

The little girl's eyes were those of a maniac. Why is she at large?

There, there.

Thank you, sir, I'll take that. It has a puncture.

Au revoir.

You must have had sunstroke. The things you said to that lady!

When you're yourself again, you won't even understand them.

Come on! If you're not yourself tomorrow, we'll get the doctor in.

As you're all as mad as hatters, I suppose I HAD better take you home.

Dashed if that's not down AGAIN!

I shall have something to say to you tomorrow!

You will, my Lamb, but it won't be the sort of thing you're expecting.

Now not too fast. We've got to spin it out till sunset.

-Leave it alone!

-(Do something!)

- Ohh! Not so fast! I'm tired! - Oh, for goodness sake!

Oh, come on, then.

# Oh, the Grand Old Duke of York He had ten thousand men...

# He marched them up to the top of the hill... #

-I half remember this.

-Pretty boring place this!

-I only wish...

-Ugh! Over there!

-What?

-Er, a dragon!

-A pterodactyl.

-I saw it!

-She's potty. Talks to herself, too.

-I'm not mad!

You're ALL mad! Let's go home.

-(Where's the Psammead got to?

-I don't know!)

-Lamb...er, Hilary, I mean, let's go and have a swing.

-Please!

Or get the croquet things out.

You lot can play croquet till the sun goes down! I'm for tea!

Oh, my Lamb! Just LOOK at him standing up on his little fat legs!

Come to Martha, then, my poppet!

Ahh!

-Our Lamb!

-He's back!

-I expect his watch has gone, too.

-Bike!

Just look at him!

-He looks so innocent.

-We must bully him...for his own sake.

-You shan't if

-I

-can help it.

-Off to the Club?

-He fell in love.

A letter came from your ma today. This was in it for you - good news!

Granny's better, Mother's returning this afternoon and Father tonight!

I'm glad Lamb's back to normal.

-We ought to wish for something for Mother.

-What would she like?

-She'd like us to be good.

-Boring!

-We must think of something splendid.

-But remember yesterday.

-A blessing we're all alive!

-What?

-We could be murdered in our beds!

- Has someone been murdered? - No, but they might just as well.

Burglars have taken every single ONE of Lady Chittenden's jewels!

-No children of her own and can't abide other folks'!

-That's her. >

Her diamonds were worth thousands! She had bracelets, rings, a t'ara!

Still I have all the place to clean before your ma gets home.

Why should she have all that when Mother hasn't ANY diamonds?

When I grow up, I'll buy Mother no end of diamonds.

If only all those jewels could be in Mother's room. I wish they could!

-Oh!

-You've done it now!

-Ohh!

-I've WARNED you about wishing!

If the Psammead's in a good temper, he may take back the wish.

-I doubt if you can unwish wishes.

-The police will come!

-Hurry!

-Not a sign!

-Of course, WE can't find them. It's Mother who will.

-She'll get the blame!

-And be put in prison!

Psammead, come out! I'm sorry if I ever said anything bad about you.

It's no good. The brute's hiding, pretending he's not here.

We'll tell Mother the truth and she'll give back the jewels.

-Do you think she'd believe us?

-She'd think we're raving mad!

-It's true!

-Not true enough for grown-ups to believe.

We'll get so many flowers, Mother won't see the things for them.

-Then at sunset, they'll vanish.

-Hurrah!

Heavens! Do you like them?

They're wonderful! Martha, have they been good?

-Of course we have.

-On and off, ma'am.

It's lovely to be home. I'll just go upstairs and take off my bonnet.

-Let me take your things.

-No, me!

-We want you to see the swing.

-Yes.

Nonsense, dears, I must wash these black hands of mine.

Fetch my bag from the cart, please.

Oh, more flowers! So beautiful! Mind the hat-pin, darling.

-Father must have told Martha to put it here as a surprise.

-No!

Why not take it off and then check with Martha?

Well, perhaps I should.

What on earth...?

< Jane?

- I want you to tell me the truth. - We...we found a fairy.

-No nonsense, please!

-Mother, we have never seen these things before.

But Lady Chittenden had all her jewellery stolen last night.

-But why should they put it here?

-Perhaps they're waiting for dark.

I must send for the police at once!

-I wish your father was here.

-Wait for him!

-No! Call for Martha.

-I'll put these back in the drawer.

-Martha, could you come in, please?

- Ma'am? - Has a stranger been in here?

- No, ma'am. At least... - Someone has! You must tell me.

- Don't be frightened. - I was gonna give you me notice.

On account of me getting wed.

Told you!

-He helped me clean your windows, but HE was outside and

-I

-was inside.

- All the time? - Except when I fetched a pail.

That will do. I'm not very pleased with you.

But you have spoken the truth.

Oh, it isn't Beale's fault! He's as honest as the day!

- Don't let the police take him! - I must tell the police at ONCE.

-Don't go!

-Wait till Daddy gets home!

I shall lock this room and take the key.

And now she's gone to fetch the police!

Don't take on, Martha! You haven't done anything wrong.

'Course I ain't! Nor me neither!

-Martha, don't cry!

-It's all MY fault!

-YOU ain't been thieving jewels, Miss Jane!

-Of course she hasn't.

-She means it'll be all right.

-That's what

-I

-said.

And we know something secret that we can't possibly tell you.

But we know for a certain fact that you've got nothing to do with it.

-Justice will be done.

-And you'll live happily ever after.

Why, what a funny lot you are!

I shall miss them and no mistake.

There's no point in guarding them. There aren't burglars to come back.

If the Psammead DOES help, Mother will think we didn't guard them.

-Or the police will think WE'VE got them.

-This is a ghastly mess.

It's a very hot day so the Psammead may be out warming his whisker.

He won't give more wishes today. I think he hates giving wishes.

It's our last chance - our last forlorn hope. Come on!

Look, there he is!

Leave go of me!

-Dear, darling Psammead!

-You want another wish, huh?

-I can't keep giving wishes.

-Do you hate it?

-Of course I do.

-Leave go or I'll bite you!

-No, don't bite me! Listen!

If you'll do what we want today, we'll NEVER ask for another wish.

I'll bust myself to give you one wish after another.

But never ask me for a wish again after today.

I hate blowing out wishes.

I'm always frightened that I'll strain a muscle.

And to wake up every morning and know you've got to do it!

You don't know what it is. You don't.

There, there! It's all over now.

We promise faithfully never to ask for another wish after today.

-Yes.

-We promise.

-Go ahead. Let's get it over.

-Here are the first two.

-Two?!

I've fainted three times already and I think I'm fainting again!

Your Ladyship, if you could just hold off while I ask a few questions.

Now have you seen any suspicious characters about, your Ladyship?

Why ask me? Oh, I believe I have!

That young man yesterday! He was very strange indeed.

And those dreadful children. One was quite mad with staring eyes.

- And, of course, that giant! - Giant?

Do you mean an actual giant?

The White House! >

- That's where the young man lived. - I shall make immediate enquiries.

Now, Lady Chittenden, your jewels...

- Where was they, exactly? - In the bureau.

- And what happened? - Help me, dear.

I simply opened the drawer and...

Ahh!

Can't you go any faster, Mr Crispin? It IS urgent.

I can't, ma'am, on account of the bending in the lane.

CRASH

Are you all right, ma'am? Pothole, I reckon. Never mind.

You was in a hurry. Urgent, you said.

I'm so sorry about your trap, but I shall enjoy the walk home.

Good-bye.

Done!

Both of them?

Done!

-Would you like a rest?

-Yes. Will you make a wish for me?

-Can't you do wishes for yourself?

-Of course not.

Just wish, will you, that you'll never tell anyone about me?

But why?

Don't you see?

If you told grown-ups, I'd have no peace for the rest of my life.

-They wouldn't wish silly things.

-What, then?

They'd soon get things sorted out.

-They'd make things last after sunset.

-Yes.

So do hurry up and wish it. Quick!

I wish that not one of us will say a word about you to anyone ever.

Oh, the relief! And now, can I do anything more for you?

No. Thank you, dear Psammead, for all you've done.

I hope you have a good long sleep.

-You're much better at wishes than I am.

-She's hopeless!

-I know.

Could you give us one last wish?

My whisker!

Not if it hurts!

But could we possibly, for one last time, have our wings again?

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You want your heart's desire And there's nothing but the fire

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Of a madly yearning wild imagination

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When all you have to do is choose If you don't you'll 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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Cast a sight despair Start a quest before you're old

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Try wishing a little 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-o

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And with the magic that you find Dream your dream awa-ay.

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Subtitles by Alison Loudon BBC Scotland - 1991

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