Goodbye Christopher Robin Page #7

this interesting conversation.

MAN:
Thank you,

Master Christopher.

Goodbye.

Well done. That's the last

interview for today.

Read me a story.

I just read you

your story.

And we said prayers, so...

...goodnight.

Where are you going?

You look different.

Why do you look different?

Give me a cuddle.

We've already had

a perfectly lovely cuddle.

Now it's my night off.

The laborer

has earned her rest.

Goodnight.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(FRONT DOOR SHUTS)

ALFRED:
Good evening.

OLIVE:
Good evening to you!

So where are you

taking me?

ALFRED:
I thought

we'd go to an Italian place.

(SNIFFLES AND CRIES)

Thank you God

for another bright day,

and now it's time to get up.

I'm not getting up.

I'm not going to school.

Oh, now. Come along.

Where's my brave knight

who fights dragons

and climbs trees?

There are no dragons.

There are no trees.

Nobody loves me!

You don't love me!

That's simply not true.

You know I love you.

(PANTING) You love Alfred!

I love you both.

Don't marry him, Nou.

Marry me!

Please marry me.

Now, let's get dressed.

Come along.

Quicker, come on!

DAPHNE:
Well, are you

going to tell us?

Olive is getting married.

She didn't inform me.

Billy did.

I don't think

Billy needs to hear this.

Why not? You've betrayed him

as much as you've betrayed us.

Billy, go to your room, dear.

DAPHNE:
When is the happy

event, by the way?

There's no date set

as yet, ma'am.

But there is a gentleman?

There is an understanding.

(EXHALES)

There's a gentleman,

but no understanding

as such as yet.

I see.

Well, may we be the first

to congratulate you.

Yes.

What's his name?

Alfred.

He's a good man.

I never imagined...

Now we know why

Billy has been so unhappy.

It seems the person

we've been paying

to keep him happy...

...has been rather preoccupied

with her own happiness.

Daphne. I feel it's

time we start doing

what's best

for Billy Moon.

I couldn't agree

more, ma'am.

Because if I could

speak frankly, sir...

You most certainly may not.

That would be

highly unprofessional.

Then I'll retire

from my profession

with immediate notice.

I'm sure that won't

be necessary.

Sir, I don't think you've been

doing what's right for Billy.

Not at all.

You've been

touting him around

like a show pony,

hawking your books.

Now, just a minute.

He has to be

allowed to grow up.

He has to know he's

important to someone.

That someone

cares about him.

DAPHNE:
Cares?

I gave birth to him.

He nearly killed me.

With respect, ma'am,

a cow can give birth.

I think you know all this,

sir, but you let it go.

And that's not right.

A father should

stand up for his son.

That's quite enough.

I think I've seen you catch his eye...

...and turn away.

You can't turn away anymore.

Still awake?

Want a story?

Yes.

Once upon a time,

there was a nanny...

...who looked after

a little boy.

A very special little boy.

She loved him so much...

...that she carried him

in her heart...

...and in her prayers.

And she hoped and prayed...

...and prayed and hoped that

he would always remember...

...me.

Be happy, Billy Moon.

Keep your memories

and I'll keep mine.

And that way

we'll always be together.

ALAN:
Olive.

His appointments

for the week.

You're going

to be quite busy.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Nou?!

Nou?

(PANTING)

DAPHNE:
Don't blub,

Billy.

You know we don't blub

in this house.

(SOBBING)

Nou!

ALAN:
Have you seen this?

Radio interview.

Newspaper interview,

House of Lords

to meet the Lords and Ladies,

photograph.

He can't do all this.

He can. He's rather good

at it, apparently.

He's a little boy.

How have we

let this happen?

He should be running around

in the woods.

ALAN:
What's your favorite,

favorite animal

in the whole wide zoo?

CHRISTOPHER ROBIN:

Wildebeest.

You astound me.

Why wildebeest?

Because they live

on the Highveld.

And that's where

I'd like to live.

Mr. Milne,

so good to see you.

And Christopher Robin

is such a good friend

of the zoo.

We've had an idea.

It really will be

a superb picture.

Quite safe.

So long as you don't make

any sudden moves,

young man.

So good for the zoo.

Is it good for Billy?

It's all right, Blue.

PHOTOGRAPHER:

Smile, Christopher Robin.

That's enough, I think.

Bring him out.

Could we go

for ice cream now?

I normally get ice cream

after a photograph.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

WOMAN:
Excuse me,

are you...

No. No, he's not.

Yes, he is.

He was.

He's not anymore.

I don't understand.

Excuse us, please.

Come on, Billy.

ALAN:
Come in, Billy.

Close the door.

I've made a decision and I'd like

you to be the first to know.

I'm not going to write

about Christopher Robin again.

Or Winnie the Pooh, or Tigger,

or any of them.

Not another word.

Does this mean

Winnie the Pooh

will be just us again?

Winnie the Pooh

is in the world now.

I can't take him out of it.

But I promise I'll never write

another line about him.

And you will never

have to dress up

as Christopher Robin...

...or hold a fake teddy bear

or have your photograph taken

for the papers...

...or have tea with Lords

and Ladies ever again.

And the day will come,

it won't be long...

...when everyone will have

forgotten all about Winnie.

There's sure to be some other

craze along any minute.

We won't forget him, though?

Us?

Not likely.

You don't even have to stay in

London, come to think of it.

ALAN:
Plenty of trees

to climb out here.

CHRISTOPHER ROBIN:

It's a castle.

ALAN:
And no

Christopher Robin...

...and no Winnie the Pooh.

It's very good of you

to let us fetch up

in the middle

of term like this.

No explanation required.

First things first.

How's your cricket?

Ah.

I'm not sure.

I've only really played

with Blue. I like woodwork.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come!

Ah.

Let me introduce you

to Douglas Minor.

This is Milne.

Douglas Minor will keep

an eye on you

until you've settled in.

Hello.

That's really kind of you,

Douglas Minor.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

DOUGLAS:
This is him.

Looks like a girl, doesn't he?

"Christopher Robin",

if we offer to throttle you,

will you say your prayers?

Leave me alone.

Shut up.

(SINGSONG) Nobody cares,

nobody cares

Christopher Robin

got shoved down the stairs

Nobody cares, nobody cares

Christopher Robin

got shoved down the stairs

Nobody cares, nobody cares

Christopher Robin

got shoved down the stairs

DOUGLAS:
Watch out,

Christopher Robin.

(BOYS LAUGHING)

MILITARY MEDIC:
Over there.

Next.

Name?

BOY:
Owen, Alexander.

MILITARY MEDIC:

Strip, cough, over there.

Next.

Name?

Milne. Christopher.

Strip, cough. Over there.

Next!

MAN:
Strip there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Look rather splendid,

don't they?

I was in the last war.

The War to End All Wars.

Yes. Well, that didn't work,

it seems.

(SIGHS)

Thank God.

Rotten luck.

I'm sure you'll find another

way to do your bid.

Oh, what nonsense.

Blue.

Let's all go home,

shall we?

DAPHNE:
Alan!

ALAN:
Town council's orders.

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