Goodbye Christopher Robin Page #8

Take down all road signs

to confuse potential invaders.

Hitler won't be able

to ransack Uckfield

if he can't find it.

All right. There we are.

ALAN:
Excellent.

Winnie does his bit.

He always hated the fascists,

you know.

Do stop talking

about that blasted bear.

I want to join up, Blue.

I want the chance

to be Private Milne.

607841 or whatever.

Anonymous.

A real person.

You failed the medical.

You can get me in.

No.

You're one of the best

loved men in the country.

I helped you become that.

Now it's your turn

to help me.

DAPHNE:
I don't see

what good this is going to do

when the Nazis come.

The Nazis are not

coming to Cotchford.

They might drop a bomb

on it accidentally.

Well, let's hope

you're right.

And let's hope you're ready

to defend my honor

when they lay siege

to East Grinstead.

Yes.

Well, I think it's time for me

to pot my geraniums.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(DAPHNE CRYING)

Daph not coming?

She couldn't. She...

Can't stand to see me

in my uniform.

Yes.

I wanted to talk to you

about something.

Me first. They say you

should get everything

straight before

you go away, in case.

You're going to

get through this.

That bear

made my life a misery.

I know it was difficult.

Basic training

was the same as school.

No matter what I do,

someone finds out

and then... hell.

As soon as I understood,

I stopped writing it.

What else could I do?

Nothing.

I just want to be

clear before...

Right. Well.

When I w...

When I was Billy Moon...

...we played in the woods...

...and then you wrote that

book and it all stopped.

As if it had all been

a piece of research.

You never came back.

That's not true.

We played cricket,

didn't we?

Lots of cricket.

I was rubbish at it.

You were mostly cross.

No.

What about the time you bowled

out their captain for a duck?

That was the one time.

They gave me the ball.

Here. It's for you.

Oh.

Those days,

just the two of us...

...they were the happiest

I've ever known.

After the worst

I've ever known.

Yes. I know.

But you sold them.

You know, you did ask me

to write a book for you.

A book for me,

not about me.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Wait!

Don't go.

No, don't.

Please, Blue, don't! Not yet.

Please.

Until you open it,

it hasn't happened.

DAPHNE:
Don't you dare blub.

He didn't have to go.

You fixed it for him.

How could you do that?

What kind of father

would do that?!

ALAN:
About the money.

The money

we earn from "that bear".

There's mountains of it.

I was thinking...

I don't want

any of it. Ever.

It's a fortune.

You helped make it.

It was just as much

your doing as mine.

CHRISTOPHER ROBIN:

No, it wasn't.

I was just playing

with my father.

If I take the money for it,

then I have to be

Christopher Robin...

...and I'm not

Christopher Robin.

ALAN:
You're Billy Moon.

CHRISTOPHER ROBIN: No.

I'm Private Milne.

Never been happier.

You know,

I never wanted fame

or the brass band

on my birthday.

ALAN:
What did you want?

I wanted you, Blue.

(PANTING)

(CRYING)

Mr. Milne.

Alfred. Good to see you, sir.

Come in.

I brought it here for her.

She thought you wouldn't mind.

I'll get her.

Olive!

OLIVE:
Mr. Milne!

How lovely to see you.

(CRYING)

Oh, dear God.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

So sorry, sir.

He's not even mine.

He's yours.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Hello, Blue.

Well, if it

isn't Billy Moon.

Kettle on?

They told us

you were dead.

Did they?

Missing presumed...

I'm afraid we rather

jumped to conclusions.

Mother not too worried,

I hope.

(CHUCKLES)

(GASPING)

Billy Moon.

(GASPING)

How very...

...unexpected.

I mean to say...

...are you really here?

I believe so.

(CHUCKLES)

For heaven's sake, Blue,

take his bag.

He must be exhausted.

All that fighting.

Straight away.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

OLIVE:
Hello.

(LAUGHS)

(OLIVE SIGHS)

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

CHRISTOPHER ROBIN:

There it all is.

Just as I left it.

As if nothing had happened.

ALAN:
When I came back,

everything seemed wrong.

I didn't fit anywhere.

Until I came here.

Those days with you...

...I wanted

to keep them all.

Put them in a box.

The things that I said

before I left...

They were all true.

You're here.

That's all that matters.

In the desert,

we were under fire...

...and one of the men

started singing

one of the hums of Pooh.

He changed

the words a bit, but...

(LOW CHUCKLE)

You know.

And I thought, "How on Earth

do you know that song?"

And then I remembered...

...everyone on Earth

knows that song.

Everyone on Earth

knows that song.

But I knew it first.

It was mine before

it was anyone else's.

Then I gave it away.

When they were singing,

they were remembering.

It was like a magic charm...

...it took them home to

a fireside and a storybook.

You did that.

(INHALES) Thank you.

I'm sorry you paid

the price for it.

If I'd known, perhaps I...

What? Not written it? No.

You reminded people

what happiness was...

...what childhood could be

when everything else

was broken.

But your own childhood.

Was wonderful.

It was growing up

that was hard.

(SMACKS LIPS)

Who would have guessed

that bear would swallow us up?

Exactly.

This was all ours,

wasn't it?

Before it was anyone else's.

Yes.

And it always will be.

Come on, then.

Where?

Home, I should think.

(CHUCKLES)

Blue, when I'm grown up,

how old will you be?

About a hundred.

There's an echo. Listen.

I'm Billy Moon! (ECHOING)

I'm Billy Moon! (ECHOING)

And I'll be back soon!

(ALAN LAUGHING)

There's not actually an echo,

though, is there?

I don't think

there isn't.

I think it was

better up there.

ALAN:
Maybe if

it's more percussive.

Maybe if it's more...

Ooh, there you go!

CHRISTOPHER ROBIN:

Like a train going off track.

ALAN:
Yes.

We've lost him.

Boo! (ECHOES)

Ah, there it is.

CHRISTOPHER ROBIN:

That was quite good.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

People are getting...

There's something wrong.

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN:
(SINGING) You always

stir my imagination

Sometimes

it borders on fantasy

And sometimes

I find visions flash

Through my mind

close to reality

Night, a soft guitar

a hidden lane

A moon

and here and there a star

For a man and his dream

Night a cricket's cry

a whispered word

A kiss and now and then a sigh

For a man and his dream

And their eyes when they meet

Seem to say it's sublime

And their hearts proudly beat

To a tune

that is older than time

Night must fade away

and yet it leaves a love

So all the world will say

There's a man and his dream

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