Goodbye Christopher Robin Page #3

Welcome to your study.

Look, here's a desk.

Do you remember "desks"?

What are you talking about?

You said you were bringing us

here to write something.

So write something!

You are a writer

who doesn't write!

I'm thinking.

Well, let's hear

your great thoughts.

I'm thinking about

where we go next.

London!

No, not us. England.

Where does England go next?

The country

is wounded, Daph.

It's lost men, yes.

But it's lost more than that.

We need a sense of purpose.

Don't you see?

The nations of the world,

they got together

and banned slavery.

What if we did

the same with war?

What if we all, all nations,

got together and decided...

...that when there was

a conflict,

when there was a dispute,

war was no way to settle it.

War would go the way

of the slave trade.

Yes, that proves

my point exactly.

No, you weren't

making a point.

My point is

I have to go to London

to look at Whiteleys'

new wallpaper collection.

ALAN:
Right. Fine.

DAPHNE:
Yes, it is fine.

Because do you know what writing

a book against war is like?

No. Tell me.

It's like writing a book

against Wednesdays.

Wednesdays, Blue,

are a fact of life...

...and if you don't like them, you could

stay in bed but you can't stop them...

...because Wednesdays

are coming

and if today isn't actually

a Wednesday it soon will be.

Goodbye.

Fine. When will you be back?

I'm not coming back.

You're not coming back. Fine.

I know you, Blue,

you're a writer.

If you don't start writing properly soon,

you'll be unbearable.

Write and I'll come back.

If you don't, then I shan't.

ALAN:
What about Billy?

DAPHNE:
What about Billy?

ALAN:
You'll have to

take him with you.

Boys are not interested

in wallpaper.

They're not interested

in being quiet either.

Perhaps if Ma'am

is going to London...

...we could both come

and I could take him

to the zoo?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(AS EDWARD BEAR)

Christopher Robin, allow me to

introduce you

to my older brother, um...

Winnie, apparently.

Winnie.

That's a girl's name.

Well, our mother would have

preferred a girl.

I should think

if you look like that,

you can call yourself

whatever you like.

(BEAR GROWLS)

So fierce.

Edward Bear

is not really going to

grow up like that, is he?

Goodness no. He's going

to stay little forever.

Like my boy.

RUPERT:
The thing

about war is, Alan,

who wants

to read about it?

ALAN:
I should have

thought that was obvious.

Anyone who doesn't want it

to happen again.

Everyone in England

seems to be cross.

Strikes. Protests.

Even you seem cross.

Ugh.

Would you mind

if we got back?

This path is rather wearing

on the old footwear.

You didn't ask me

when the book would be ready.

Get it out of your system

and then come back

to your senses, will you?

Shh.

Daddy may be asleep.

We are very, very late.

(POPS)

(GASPS)

Nou.

Wait here.

(PANTING)

Get back.

Sir.

Get back!

I'm sorry.

It's only us, sir.

Get away from me!

It was just a balloon.

Just don't come near me.

Stay there.

(ALAN PANTING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(WHISPERS) Come on.

Quick. Quick, quick.

I'm sorry

we woke you, sir.

Would you like one too?

Just a balloon. As you say.

Can't be helped.

Olive? Um...

Mrs. Milne?

I'm afraid

she was delayed, sir.

She said

she'd telephone to you

just as soon as

she had a moment.

No, Nou, don't go! Stay!

It's just for a little while.

Nou!

Edward Bear will be here

to keep an eye on you.

That's not even his name!

Please, Nou, don't go.

You're being very unkind.

Look, you've got

all these creatures.

I don't want them!

Billy!

I hate them!

That's enough!

I'm walking out

of this room...

...and I won't

come back in again

until you have recovered

all of your nice ways.

No! Don't go!

Nou!

I'm trying to write.

The noise, it's...

Yes, sir. Sorry.

I'll do my best

to calm him down, sir.

He's a little upset about my going away.

Of course.

You're going away?

I thought Mrs. Milne

had said...

Mrs. Milne

is always saying things.

I don't expect them to happen.

All the same, I shall be gone

for at least three nights.

Thank you.

Wait.

Your mother.

I'm so sorry.

I completely forgot.

You must go.

Of course you must.

I hope she gets better.

Billy is not happy

about my going.

She's all the family

I have, sir,

and she is very unwell.

Mrs. Penn

will look after us.

Mrs. Penn

is away too, sir.

I did the cooking today.

Ah.

Never mind.

Old soldier, you know.

See to myself.

So what do we like

for breakfast?

Don't know.

You don't know

what you like?

I've forgotten.

Why has she gone anyway?

To buy new wallpaper

and so on.

To make our house look nice.

Not Mummy. Nou.

She's gone to see her mother

who is very ill,

as you well know.

You must remember her

in your prayers.

What about porridge?

Yes, please.

I don't think

I do like porridge after all.

You said that you liked...

I know, but I've never had it.

I just like the sound.

You've had

had eggs before.

Usually they're in shells.

Boiled eggs.

When is she coming back?

Mummy?

Nou!

She'll be back

in three days.

But of course

her mother is very ill,

so it could be

longer than that.

I hate her! Sack her and

tell her never to come back!

You ought not to hold

your knife and fork like that.

Why shouldn't I?

Because...

...if someone were to

fall through the ceiling...

...they'd come down

right there

and be impaled

on your fork...

...and then

they would bleed out

all over your eggs...

...and ruin your breakfast.

Do you see?

Better.

Nou says you're writing a book

to stop people going to war.

Hmm.

War is rotten.

I know. I was there.

So I think your book

is a jolly good idea.

Thank you.

You're the only one that does.

I'd really like if you wrote

a book for me.

I'd definitely read it.

Shall we go for a walk?

Aren't you working?

It doesn't seem likely.

Come on.

A soldier shot

his mother by mistake.

And that's how Winnie

ended up in the zoo

with everyone

staring at him.

I'm going to call

my bear Winnie.

It's Winnie. Short for where

he comes from. Winnipeg.

Hmm.

(BUZZING)

It's just bees.

Maybe there's a hive.

Let's stake it out.

There! Up there.

In the tree. Uh-huh.

You any good at climbing?

Not bad.

All right.

Well, give it a go.

Only be careful.

Where there are bees,

there is honey

and where there is honey,

there are bears.

There are

no bears in Sussex.

Then what's...

What's that?

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, no.

I think he's seen us.

We'd better capture it.

Yes? Yes.

Got him!

You put him up there,

didn't you?

You overestimate me

if you think I can

wrestle a bear into a tree.

Stay alert.

Where there's one bear,

there might be

a whole flock of them.

ALAN:
Good.

Mummy says

they have to have names.

Well, the tiger

should be called Tiger.

CHRISTOPHER ROBIN:

Tigger is better than Tiger.

ALAN:
Better how?

It's more tiggerish.

Hmm.

Fair enough.

Make sure it's tight.

You take that bit.

Can you get it through there?

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