Finding Neverland Page #7

into this family, James.

You showed us we can change things

by simply believing them to be different.

A lot of things, Sylvia, not everything.

But the things that matter.

We've pretended for some time now

that you're a part of this family, haven't we ?

You've come to mean so much to us all

that now it doesn't matter if it's true.

And even if it isn't true,

even if that can never be...

I need to go on pretending.

Until the end.

With you.

- Oh, I am sweet.

- How do you do it ?

You just think lovely, wonderful thoughts

and they lift you up in the air.

You are so nippy at it.

Couldn't you do it very slowly once ?

Yes, I've got it now, Wendy.

I must blow fairy dust on you first.

Now try. Try it from the beds.

Just wriggle your shoulders like this

and then let go.

- I flew !

- How ripping !

Now join hands.

- Look at me !

- I do like it !

- Bravo !

- Let's go out.

Second on the right

and straight on till morning.

Genius.

- Sylvia, don't move.

- I feel a little better.

- It's been a bad day, that's all.

Now I want you to go back to the theater.

Find Peter.

- Of course.

- Thank you.

Are you sure there's nothing else

I can do for you ?

No.

Well,

I have always wanted to go to Neverland.

You did promise to tell me about it,

you know.

Aye. That I did.

It's a bit late for it tonight though, I'm afraid.

Perhaps some time soon though ?

Most definitely.

- D'you mean we shall both be drowned ?

- Look how the water is rising.

It must be the tail of the kite

we made for Michael.

You remember. It tore itself

out of his hands and floated away.

- The kite. Why shouldn't it carry you ?

- Both of us.

It can't lift two. Michael and Curly tried.

I won't go without you, Peter.

Let us draw lots which is to stay behind.

And you a lady ? Never.

Ready, Wendy ?

Peter !

Don't let go, Wendy.

Peter, I'm frightened.

Hang on, Wendy !

Peter !

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

- I'm glad you came.

- Well...

I've never missed an opening.

So I...

assume you heard about Gilbert and I.

Yes.

Quite the scandal, so I'm told.

How are you ?

I'm all right.

How are you ?

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Without that family, you could

never have written anything like this.

You need them.

Goodbye.

- Mr Barrie.

- Mrs Snow.

Thank you. That was quite the nicest

evening I've ever spent in the theater.

Very kind of you to say. Thank you.

Where's Mr Snow this evening ?

Oh.

I'm afraid he's left us.

And he would so have loved this evening.

The pirates and the lndians.

He was really just a boy himself, you know.

To the very end.

I'm terribly sorry. How are you doing ?

I'm doing well enough now, thank you.

I suppose it's all the work

of the ticking crocodile, isn't it ?

Time is chasing after all of us.

Isn't that right ?

- That's right, Mrs Snow.

- Aunt Rose, your drink.

Thank you. I mustn't keep you.

You've a lot of friends here.

Well, it's lovely to see you.

I'm terribly sorry, once again.

- Was that Mr Barrie ?

- That was Mr Barrie.

Well done, Mr Barrie.

- Good show.

- Well done.

Psst.

What did you think ?

- It's about our summer together, isn't it ?

- It is.

- About all of us.

- That's right.

Did you like it ?

It's magical. Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Peter.

- This is Peter Pan ! How wonderful.

- Really ?

You're Peter Pan ? Why, you must be

quite the little adventurer.

Look, it's true.

He has no shadow.

But I'm not Peter Pan.

He is.

And there's been no improvement

since my last visit ?

No.

Has James been by at all today, Mother ?

Dr Brighton. May I have a word ?

Excuse me a moment.

You haven't been keeping him from me,

have you ?

As a matter of fact,

I actually hoped he might come.

Would have proved me wrong about him.

Of course, with the success of his play,

the whole of London

must be knocking at his door.

I'm sorry, dear.

- What is it ?

- It's a secret.

- Quiet, Michael.

- I didn't say anything.

Mother, could you come downstairs

for a moment ?

Oh, she can't come downstairs.

What are you thinking of, George ?

Actually, I think a trip downstairs

might do her good, ma'am.

- What have you been up to ?

- Just wait and see.

It's a play.

It's not just a play, Michael.

It's the play.

Of course, we'll have to make do

with a few compromises.

Much of it will have to be imagined.

- As it should be.

- As it should be, that's right.

Michael, come and sit here,

next to Mum.

When you're ready.

I won't go to bed. I won't. I won't.

Nana, it isn't six o'clock yet.

Two minutes more. Please.

- You know fairies, Peter ?

- Yes.

But they're nearly all dead now.

You see, Wendy, when the first baby

laughed for the first time,

the laugh broke into a thousand pieces

and they all went skipping about

and that was the beginning of fairies.

And now when every new baby is born,

its first laugh becomes a fairy.

So there ought to be one fairy

for every boy and girl.

- Ought to be ? lsn't there ?

- Oh, no.

Children know such a lot now.

Soon, they don't believe in fairies.

And every time a child says,

"l don't believe in fairies,"

there's a fairy somewhere

that falls down dead.

Who is that ?

The redskins were defeated ?

Wendy and the boys

captured by the pirates ?

I'll rescue her. I'll rescue her !

Oh, that's just my medicine.

Poisoned ? Who could have poisoned it ?

Why, Tink. You've drunk my medicine.

It was poisoned.

And you drank it to save my life ?

Tink.

Are you dying ?

Her light is growing faint.

If it goes out, that means she's dead.

Her voice is so low I can scarcely hear

what she's saying.

She says she thinks

she could get well again

if children believed in fairies.

Do you believe in fairies ?

Say quick that you believe.

If you believe, clap your hands.

Clap louder.

Thank you. Thank you.

That is Neverland.

So many perfect days.

I really began to believe

we'd go on like that forever.

Oh, stop it.

She wasn't going to stay with you forever.

She had a husband. My father.

She never cared for you

the way she did for him.

I'm not trying to replace your father, Peter.

I could never do that.

You'd best let him go.

George, would you take the boys back

to the house ? I'll be with you in a moment.

Go on, dear.

I'm terribly sorry.

I've ruined everything I've touched

in this family.

Stop giving yourself so much credit.

Peter's grieving.

It has nothing to do with you.

Perhaps if I just had

a bit more time with him.

No, Mr Barrie. That won't be good enough.

If "a bit more time" is all you can provide,

you'd better leave him alone.

I know you don't much care for me,

Mrs du Maurier, and I respect that,

but I loved your daughter very much.

And I love those boys.

And I think they need me right now.

Is that so ?

And for how long after ?

Meaning what ?

Sylvia has requested a co-guardianship

for the boys in her will.

You, Mr Barrie, and myself.

- And what do you have to say about that ?

- I shall respect my daughter's wishes.

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