The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

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BOOMING

AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS AND 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!

-THEY SHOUT

-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!

HE SOBS

Why can't you just do as you're told?

TRAIN ANNOUNCEMENT

'Children and evacuation staff...'

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.

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!

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 going to be all right. It's going to be fine.

-GIRL:

-Bye, Mummy! I love you!

Bye-bye, dear.

Bye, Mum! We'll miss you! See you soon!

ALL: Goodbye!

-MAN:

-Goosey Station! Goosey Station!

TRAIN WHISTLE TOOTS

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!

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.

SHE 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!

-HE 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"?

SHE SLAMS THE BOOK SHUT We could play hide-and-seek.

But we're already having so much fun(!)

SUSAN SIGHS Come on, Peter, please! Pretty please?

One, two,

-three...

-What?!

-..four,

five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten,

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... #

I was here first!

LUCY SIGHS

# ..Oh, Johnny Oh, Johnny, oh... #

DOOR RATTLES

A FLY BUZZES

'..75, 76, 77,

'78, 79, 80,

'81, 82, 83,

'84, 85, 86,

'87, 88, 89,

'90, 91, 92,

'93, 94, 95,

'96, 97, 98...'

SHE GASPS

SHE GASPS

RUSTLING, LUCY GASPS

THEY BOTH SCREAM

Ah...

Er...

Were you hiding from me?

No. Er, 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...

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?

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.

-It's an awfully big wardrobe.

-War Drobe?

Er, 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.

Erm...why?

I...I don't know. People do it when they meet each other.

-THEY BOTH LAUGH

-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.

Well, here we are. Come along.

-After you.

-May I help you with that?

-Oh! Thank you very much.

-Ohhhh!

Ohhhh!

-LOCK CLICKS

-Ah.

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 in 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 a hundred 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 the 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

SHE GASPS

FAINT WHINNYING

LAUGHTER

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?

I'm kidnapping you.

-SHE 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?

HE 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 a hundred years.

Now, go... Go!

-Uh!

-'..99, 100.

-'Ready or not, here I come!'

-It's all right! I'm back!

-I'm all right!

-(Shut up! He's coming!)

ED SIGHS

I'm 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 anymore.

-I've been gone for hours.

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 have to make everything worse, don't you?

-It was just a joke.

-When are you gonna learn to 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.

TOILET FLUSHES

WIND HOWLS

Lucy?

Where are you?

Boo!

Lucy?

Hope you're not afraid of the dark.

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy?!

Ugh!

Lucy?

Where are you?

Lucy?

I think I believe you now!

Lucy?

RUSTLING

JINGLING

Lucy?

Yah! Yah!

HE SNARLS

-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!

Wait!

What is your name, Son of Adam?

Er...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?

Now... how about something hot to drink?

Yes, please...

..Your Majesty.

Your drink, sire.

-How did you do that?

-I can make anything you like.

-Can you make me taller?

-SHE LAUGHS

Anything you'd like to eat?

Turkish delight?

-Mm!

-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.

Er...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 want to 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 going to 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 been dreaming.

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.

SHE SOBS

THEY SIGH

Ow!

Oof!

SHE 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?

-Erm...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 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! Wake up, Dolly Daydream!

-Why can't we play hide-and-seek again?

-I thought you said it was a kids' game.

-Besides,

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

SMASH!

HE GASPS

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, THEY ALL GASP

DOOR CREAKS, ADVANCING FOOTSTEPS

(Get back.)

-My toe!

-I'm not on your toe!

-Stop shoving! Move back!

-Will you stop shoving?!

-THEY ALL SHOUT

-Uh!

-Uh!

SHE GASPS

It's impossible.

Don't worry, I'm sure it's just your imagination(!)

I don't suppose saying we're sorry would quite cover it?

No, it wouldn't.

-But that might!

-Oh!

Oh! THEY LAUGH

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.

-SHE 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.

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.

ED SIGHS

HE LAUGHS

..lots and lots of lovely food and we'll have lots and lots of...

Lu?

-SHE GASPS

-Lucy!

Who would do something like this?

"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 Psst!

Did that bird just "psst" us?

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.

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.)

-SUSAN:

-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!

-BEAVER:

-Everything all right?

-Yes, we were just talking.

(That's better left for safer quarters.)

He means the trees.

(Come on, we don't want to 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.

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 ten minutes' warning?

-I would've given you a week

-if I thought it would've helped.

-THEY LAUGH

Come inside,

and we'll get you some food and some CIVILISED company.

-BEAVER LAUGHS

-Now, careful. Watch your step.

Excuse the mess. Can't get Mr Beaver to get out of his chair.

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.

And there's few that go through them gates...that come out again.

Fish 'n' chips.

But there is hope, dear. Lots of hope.

-HE SPITS

-Oh, yeah,

there's a right bit more than hope!

(Aslan is on the move.)

-Who's Aslan?

-HE LAUGHS

-Who's Aslan?!

-HE LAUGHS

-You cheeky little blighter!

-HE LAUGHS

What?

-You don't know, do you?

-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 you

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' arrest, the Secret Police,

-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?

Hurry!

-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!

-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!

Stop it!

-This isn't going to help Edmund.

-She's right.

Only Aslan can help your brother now.

Then take us to him.

HE GASPS

-WOLF BARKS

-Uh!

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 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?

Er, 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.

WOLF HOWLS

WOLVES SNARL

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, THEY GASP

WOLVES SNARL

Hurry.

Badger and me dug this. Comes up right near his place.

-You told me it led to your mum's.

-Uh!

-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!

SUSAN: Come on, Lucy!

Uh!

-I'm so sorry, dear.

-He was my best mate.

-What happened?

-This is what becomes of those who cross the Witch.

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. Right now, we've got to move.

-BARKING

-What did you have in mind?

WOLVES BARK AND SNARL

-WOLF BARKS

-Greetings, gents!

-Lost something, have we?

-Don't patronise me!

I know where your allegiance lies.

-We're looking for some humans.

-HE LAUGHS

Humans? Here in Narnia?

Valuable bit of information, don't you think?

HE YELPS

Your reward is your life.

It's not much,

but, still... Where are the fugitives?

HE GROWLS AND WHIMPERS

North. They ran north.

Smell them out.

-WOLF SNARLS

-Ugh!

HE GASPS

They were helping Tumnus. The Witch got here before I did.

-Ow! Oh! Agh!

-Are you all right?

I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite... Ow!

-Stop squirming!

-Agh!

-You're worse than Beaver

-on bath day!

-Worst day of the year.

Thank you for your kindness,

-but 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 has asked me to gather more troops.

-You've seen Aslan?

-What's he like?

-Like everything we've ever heard.

You'll be glad to have him by your side in the battle.

-But we're not planning on fighting.

-But, King Peter, the prophecy.

We can't go to war without you.

We just want our brother back.

HE COUGHS AND CHOKES

-If...

-ED GASPS

If you're not going to eat that...

-I'd get up, but...

-HE PANTS

..but my legs...

Mmm!

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 AND SNARLING

-I don't know.

-DOOR LOCK CLICKS

HE GASPS

My police tore that dam apart.

Your little family... are nowhere to be found.

-Uh...

-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.

-Uh!

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. GUARD GRUNTS

Agh! Agh!

Agh!

HE 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. GUARD GRUNTS

And ready my sleigh. Edmund misses his family.

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.

When you're ready, Son of Adam.

Yah! Yah! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

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!

-LUCY LAUGHS

-Hurry up! Come on!

He is getting a little bossy.

-MRS BEAVER:

-Behind you! It's her!

-Run! Run!

-Run!

THEY ALL PANT

Hurry!

Inside!

Dive! DIVE!

-Quick! Quick, quick!

-REINDEER HOOVES CLATTER

CLATTERING STOPS

FOOTSTEPS

HE SNIFFS

SILENCE

(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

Come out! I hope you've all been good,

cos there's someone here to see ya!

HE 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.

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?"

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 a hundred years.

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, THEN HOWLS

CREAKING

-PETER 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, LUCY SCREAMS

-If Mum knew what we were doing...

-Mum's not here!

Oh, no! WOLVES SNARL

Run!

Hurry!

LUCY SCREAMS

-WOLF 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.

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 you! Gut him, while you still have a chance!

What's it going to be, Son of Adam? I won't wait forever.

And neither will the river.

CREAKING Peter!

Hold onto me!

-Hah!

-RUMBLING

THEY ALL SCREAM

THEY SCREAM

-SHE COUGHS

-Brrrr!

Lovely!

What have you done?!

Lucy?!

Lucy?!

< Has anyone seen my coat?

Don't you worry, dear. Your brother's got you well looked after.

And I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore.

BIRDS CHIRP

It's so warm out.

I'll go and check the sleigh.

Your Majesty... we found the traitor,

rallying your enemies near the Shuddering Woods.

HE 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?

HE SIGHS Thank you, Edmund.

I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty...

-..before he dies!

-No!

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.

BUGLE CALL

-Why are they all staring at us?

-Maybe they think YOU look funny.

Oi, stop your fussing. You look lovely.

We have come to see Aslan.

ALL GASP AND CHATTER

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.

-GASPS

-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.

ASLAN 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 trunkful!

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. SHE LAUGHS

Oh, really?

THEY SHRIEK AND LAUGH

WOLF GROWLS, 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!

SHE SCREAMS, SNARLING BELOW

Get back!

Peter! WOLVES SNARL

Come on...we've already been through this before.

-We both know you haven't got it in you.

-Peter, watch out!

HE SNARLS

ASLAN ROARS, WOLF 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!

-HE SNARLS

-Agh!

Peter! THEY SCREAM

BOTH STRAIN

After him. He will lead you to Edmund.

Peter...clean your sword.

Rise,

Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane, Knight of Narnia.

We'll keep the giants in reserve and send the dwarfs in first.

-Yah!

-The prisoner.

Aaaaagh!

You're not going to kill me?

Not yet.

We have work to do.

LUCY GASPS Edmund!

What's done is done.

There is no need to speak to Edmund about what is past.

Hello.

-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.

SUSAN 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!

ASLAN SNARLS

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

..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?

ASLAN ROARS

LAUGHTER AND CHEERING

(Susan!)

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.

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.

SHRIEKING

THEY ALL GRUNT

HE HISSES AND SHRIEKS

Behold, the Great Lion.

THEY ALL LAUGH

HE SNARLS

THEY ALL CHEER, LUCY GASPS

Do you want some milk?

Why doesn't he fight back?

Bind him!

-Wait! Let him first be shaved.

-THEY ALL CHEER

THEY ALL CHEER

Bring him to me.

THEY ALL JEER

SILENCE

WOLVES HOWL

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!

-THEY ALL SHOUT

But tomorrow...

..we will take Narnia...

FOREVER!

THEY ALL CHEER

In that knowledge,

despair...

..and DIE!

THUDDING, LUCY GASPS

ASLAN GROANS

THEY SOB

CHEERING

The Great Cat...

-is DEAD!

-THEY ALL CHEER

General... prepare your troops for battle.

HE ROARS

However short it may be.

THEY BOTH SOB

It's too late.

He's gone.

He must've known what he was doing.

THEY SOB

Get away! Get away, all of you!

No...look.

-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

HE 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?

SQUAWKING

They come in numbers and weapons far greater than our own.

Numbers do not win a battle.

No...but I bet they help.

HE ROARS

HE ROARS

THEY ALL SHOUT

SHOUTING FADES

BUGLE BLARES

THEY ALL SHOUT

THEY ALL ROAR

I have no interest in prisoners. Kill them all.

HE ROARS, THEY ALL SHOUT

HE ROARS

-SQUAWKING

-Go on!

Look to the sky!

THEY ALL SCREAM

Are you with me?

To the death.

For Narnia...

-and for ASLAN!

-UNICORN NEIGHS

THEY ALL SHOUT

-Go!

-THEY ALL ROAR

Go!

Forward!

HEARTBEAT

CATS SHRIEK, THEY ALL SHOUT AND SCREAM

We should go.

I'm so cold.

SHE SIGHS

WIND HOWLS

-CRACKING Agh!

-Ugh!

Susan!

Where's Aslan?

What have they done?

SHE GASPS

BOTH: Aslan!

HE 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 willing victim

who has 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. HE ROARS

BEARS GROWL

Fire!

NEIGHING, THEY ALL SCREAM

THEY ALL CHEER

Yes!

-Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!

-BUGLE BLARES

That's the signal! Come on!

HE PANTS

Where are we going?

Hang on.

-MAN:

-Fall back!

-MAN:

-Go on, fall back!

-UNICORN NEIGHS

-Uh!

RHINOCEROS GRUNTS

STOP!

THEY ALL SCREAM

HE ROARS

-Yah!

-HE SHRIEKS

Raaaaaaaaaaaarh!

SHE SOBS

HE EXHALES

-CREAKING

-Agh. Agh. Agh...

HE GASPS AND PANTS

THEY 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!

Edmund! There's too many! Get out of here!

Get the girls and get them home!

You heard him! Let's go!

-Peter said get out of here!

-Peter's not King yet.

Yaaaah!

-Argh!

-VOICE MUTED

Agh.

Raaaarh!

DISTANT ROARING

-HE ROARS

-Impossible.

THEY ALL SHOUT

Aaaaargh!

-HE ROARS

-Ugh!

HE ROARS

It is finished.

-Peter!

-Peter!

Where's Edmund?

HE GASPS

Edmund!

Aaaaargh!

HE GASPS

HE STOPS GASPING

SHE SOBS

HE COUGHS

When are you gonna learn to do as you're told?

HE EXHALES, CREAKING

THEY ALL GIGGLE

FANFARE

To the glistening Eastern Sea,

I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant.

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

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.

SHE LAUGHS

Are you all right, Philip?

HE 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!"

THEY 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!

These aren't branches.

-Ow! Ooh!

-They're coats.

-Agh! Susan, you're on my foot!

-Peter, move off!

-Stop shoving!

-I'm not on your toe!

-Ugh!

-Ugh!

-Ugh!

-Ugh!

PROFESSOR: Oh!

There you are.

What were you all doing in the wardrobe?

You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.

Try me.

# 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... #

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.)

ROARING