A Little Princess Page #3

the financial losses I've suffered.

From now on, you must earn

your room and board.

You'll move to the attic

and work as a servant.

If you fail to meet our standards...

...or if you don 't obey,

you'll be thrown out.

And the streets of this city

are not kind to homeless beggars.

Report to Mabel in the kitchen

promptly at 5 a.m.

You could be arrested

for taking this.

You're lucky I let you keep

that doll.

You may have the book.

But another incident like this...

...and I will call the authorities.

I expect you to remember,

Sara Crewe...

...you're not a princess any longer.

Papa.

Papa, please.

Sara, what happened?

You're to serve the girls

without conversation, understand?

Sara will be working here

as a servant from now on.

There will be no communication.

Is that clear?

Yes, Miss Minchin.

Seven times five is 35.

Seven times six is 42.

Let go!

Great God!

It can't be!

It's my son, John!

Dear God, no.

Not John.

It's John, Ram Dass!

It's John. Help me.

- Come inside.

- Help.

I thought you'd be sleeping.

I never got a chance

to give you your birthday present.

It's a picture of where you

used to live.

See the blue threads?

That's the river.

These are the mountains

you always talk about.

Thank you, Becky.

It's beautiful.

Why don't you tell stories anymore?

They're just make-believe.

They don't mean anything.

They've always meant something to me.

Some days I thought I'd die, until

I heard you talk about the magic.

There is no magic, Becky.

Papa...

...can you hear me?

I'm so scared.

Are you still a princess?

You better get back in line

or we'll both be in trouble.

Are you?

Girls, get in line.

Don't touch that!

It's for Mr. Randolph.

The poor man. His son is

missing in action in Europe.

You mean John?

He's such a nice boy.

Here, little girl.

I told you

not to give your money away.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You see?

You never get rid of them.

May I help you?

Would you like to buy a flower?

Would you like to buy a flower?

- Would you?

- Not today.

Would you like to buy a flower?

Would you?

Pardon me.

Give her a flower.

Wait!

For the princess.

What is it, little mouse?

Are you a prisoner too?

Is it ever this cold

where you come from?

No.

Tell me about it, Sara.

Tell me again about India.

India.

Tell me.

Well...

...the air is so hot there...

...you can almost taste it.

I bet it tastes like coconuts.

It's more like spices, really.

Curry and saffron.

What else?

Tigers sleep under trees...

...and elephants cool themselves

in the lakes.

The warm wind blows

through the fields...

...and the spirits ride it...

...singing as they look down on us.

Their voices echo

through the mountains...

...and the sky...

...is all different colors...

...like a peacock's tail.

Soot all over the place,

you clumsy fool!

Get out!

Get out of my house!

And you can forget

being paid this week!

Ungrateful little wretch.

No, you don't!

I won't tolerate

any soot in this house!

There, just look at my boot!

It's filthy!

Out!

Out! And take this

ridiculous-looking thing with you!

Where might Miss Amelia be

this morning?

Good morning, Frances.

You're here early this morning.

A working man gets up early if he

wants to have an effect on the world.

How true.

And what a powerful effect you have,

Frances.

Where have you been?

I've been chilled for half an hour.

Hurry up and light a fire.

And don't touch anything

else with your dirty hands.

This is my room now,

and I won't have you messing it up.

What is that awful smell?

When did you last have a bath?

What are you doing?

I don't believe in this!

So you can just stop it!

Stop it, I said!

What did you just do?

Just a little curse I learned

from a witch in India.

Curse?

- What kind of curse?

- You'll see.

But I wouldn't brush my hair as much

if I were you.

It's all right.

I saved it especially for you.

Go on. Take it.

Is this where you live?

You shouldn't be here.

It's too dangerous.

Why don't you like me anymore?

Did I do something wrong?

No, of course not.

I didn't think you'd

want me for a friend...

...now that things are different.

I'm sure you could do fine without

me for a friend...

...but I couldn't get along

without you.

I'm sorry.

I should've known...

...you wouldn't be like the others.

- What's that?

- One knock means ''I'm here. ''

Two knocks means ''All is well. ''

Three means

''The coast is clear. ''

- ''The demon Minchinweed is asleep. ''

- It all sounds so adventurous!

Look, Becky. We have a visitor.

Hello, Becky.

Oh, Sara, I miss your stories so much.

Won't you tell us what happened

to Rama and the princess?

The smoke from Ravana 's arrows...

...finally began to lift.

Rama lay dead on the ground.

Oh, no!

But then

a wonderful thing happened.

The gazelle laid down next to Rama,

giving him his own life.

He's suffering from amnesia...

...one of the rare side effects

of poison gas.

His eyes will heal in time.

His memory...who can say?

He's not my son.

I'm sorry, Mr. Randolph.

He was in severe shock...

...with no coat, no identification.

Since your son was the only name

unaccounted for...

...they assumed this was John.

I am sorry.

All the hoping.

You must think me a fool.

Is it your wish to be wise, sahib?

I don't know.

I suppose a wise man

wouldn't have come here at all.

But if he had...

...he would have looked

closely upon the soldier's face.

What would he have seen?

Pain, sahib.

He needs to be cared for.

He's not my responsibility.

A wise man would remember

that this man was in John's regiment.

If his memory returns, he might

tell what happened to his son.

Perhaps sahib will learn

that John is in British hospital...

...wishing that a kind man would

take him home, away from his pain.

If the plumber comes,

show him the problem.

And don't babble with him.

He's paid by the hour.

And correct the Latin tests

by the time I get back.

Yes, sister.

Hello, Miss Minchin.

Goodbye, Miss Minchin.

Oh, no, not again!

Lottie, not again.

Let's find the locket.

All right...

...it's okay. It's all right.

Come quick!

I think Lottie's possessed.

I got it.

Will you please get that child

under control?

Don't worry. Everything's fine.

What is it?

I thought I saw a mouse.

Hello.

I swear, that child has

a pact with Satan to destroy me.

I'm not cut out for this job.

I have no patience.

And teaching!

All those facts to remember.

I don't like it at all.

You like Frances, don't you?

What?

Of course not. How dare you.

I think he likes you too.

You do?

Really?

I think you should run away

and get married.

It'd be terribly romantic.

What an extraordinary thing to say.

Well, anyway, my sister would be

furious if she found out.

You'd be long gone by then.

Living in some exotic paradise...

...with that dashing young milkman.

I'd better get to the market.

You're doing well, young man.

You're almost home.

You must trust my eyes, sahib.

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