Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Lumos Maxima.

Lumos Maxima.

Lumos Maxima.

Lumos Maxima.

Lumos Maxima!

Harry. Harry.

Harry, open the door.

Marge. How lovely to see...

Uncle Vernon,

I need you to sign this form.

What is it?

Nothing. School stuff.

Later perhaps, if you behave.

I will if she does.

- Oh, you're still here, are you?

- Yes.

Don't say yes

in that ungrateful way.

Damn good of my brother

to keep you.

He'd have been straight to an orphanage

if he'd been dumped on my doorstep.

Is that my Dudders?

Is that my little neffy-pooh?

Give us a kiss. Come on. Up, up.

Take Marge's suitcase upstairs.

Okay.

Finish that off for Mommy.

Good boy, Rippy-pooh.

- Can I tempt you, Marge?

- Just a small one.

Excellent nosh, Petunia.

A bit more.

Usually just a fry-up for me,

what with 12 dogs.

Just a bit more. That's a boy.

You wanna try

a little drop of brandy?

A little drop of brandy-brandy

windy-wandy for Rippy-pippy-pooh?

What are you smirking at?

Where did you send the boy,

Vernon?

St. Brutus'. It's a fine

institution for hopeless cases.

Do they use a cane

at St. Brutus', boy?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. I've been beaten loads of times.

Excellent. I won't have this

namby-pamby...

...wishy-washy nonsense about

not beating people who deserve it.

You mustn't blame yourself

about how this one turned out.

It's all to do with blood.

Bad blood will out.

What is it the boy's father did,

Petunia?

Nothing. He didn't work.

He was unemployed.

- And a drunk too, no doubt?

- That's a lie.

- What did you say?

- My dad wasn't a drunk.

Don't worry. Don't fuss, Petunia.

I have a very firm grip.

I think it's time you went to bed.

Quiet, Vernon. You, clean it up.

Actually, it's nothing to do

with the father.

It's all to do with the mother.

You see it all the time with dogs.

If something's wrong with the b*tch,

then something's wrong with the pup.

Shut up! Shut up!

Right.

Let me tell you...

Vernon!

Vernon! Vernon, do something!

Stop!

I've got you, Marge. I've got you.

- Hold on, hold on.

- Get off.

- Don't you dare!

- Sorry.

Oh, Vernon.

Oh, God.

Marge!

Please!

Marge!

Come back!

You bring her back!

You bring her back now.

- You put her right!

- No. She deserved what she got.

- Keep away from me.

- You can't do magic outside school.

- Yeah? Try me.

- They won't let you back now.

You've nowhere to go.

I don't care.

Anywhere is better than here.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus...

...emergency transport

for the stranded witch or wizard.

My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be

your conductor for this evening."

What you doing down there?

- I fell over.

- What you fall over for?

- I didn't do it on purpose.

- Well, come on, then.

Let's not wait for the grass to grow.

- What you looking at?

- Nothing.

Well, come on, then. In.

No, no, no. I'll get this.

You get in.

Come on.

Come on. Move on, move on.

- Take her away, Ern.

- Yeah, take it away, Ernie.

It's going to be a bumpy ride.

- What did you say your name was?

- I didn't.

- Whereabouts are you headed?

- The Leaky Cauldron. That's in London.

You hear that? "The Leaky Cauldron.

That's in London."

The Leaky Cauldron.

If you have pea soup...

...make sure you eat it

before it eats you.

- But the Muggles. Can't they see us?

- Muggles?

They don't see nothing, do they?

No, but if you jab them

with a fork, they feel.

Ernie, little old lady at 12 o'clock!

Ten, nine, eight...

...seven, six, five...

...four, three, three and a half...

...two, one and three quarters.

Yes!

Who is that?

That man.

Who is that?

Who is...?

That is Sirius Black, that is.

Don't tell me you've never

been hearing of Sirius Black.

He's a murderer.

Got himself locked up

in Azkaban for it.

- How did he escape?

- Well, that's the question, isn't it?

He's the first one that done it.

He was a big supporter of...

...You-Know-Who.

I reckon you've heard of him.

Yeah.

Him I've heard of.

Ernie, two double-deckers

at 12 o'clock.

They're getting closer, Ernie.

Ernie, they're right on top of us!

Mind your head.

Hey, guys? Guys?

Why the long faces?

Yeah, yeah. Nearly there. Nearly there.

- The Leaky Cauldron.

- Next stop, Knockturn Alley.

Mr. Potter, at last.

- Take it away, Ern.

- Yeah, take it away, Ernie!

Room 11.

Hedwig.

Right smart bird

you got there, Mr. Potter.

He arrived here just

five minutes before yourself.

As Minister for Magic, it is my duty

to inform you, Mr. Potter...

...earlier this evening

your uncle's sister was located...

...a little south of Sheffield,

circling a chimney stack.

The Accidental Magic Reversal

Department was dispatched immediately.

She has been properly punctured

and her memory modified.

She will have no recollection

of the incident whatsoever.

So that's that...

...and no harm done.

Pea soup?

No, thank you.

- Minister?

- Yes?

- I don't understand.

- Understand?

I broke the law. Underage wizards

can't use magic at home.

Come now. The Ministry

doesn't send people to Azkaban...

...for blowing up their aunts.

On the other hand, running away

like that, given the state of things...

...was very, very irresponsible.

- "The state of things," sir?

- We have a killer on the loose.

Sirius Black, you mean?

But what's he got to do with me?

Nothing, of course. You're safe.

And that's what matters.

And tomorrow you'll be

on your way back to Hogwarts.

These are your new schoolbooks.

I took the liberty...

...of having them brought here.

Now Tom will show you to your room.

Hedwig.

Oh, by the way, Harry. Whilst you're

here, it would be best if you didn't...

...wander.

Right! You gonna move

that bus or what?

Housekeeping.

I'll come back later.

I'm warning you, Hermione.

Keep that beast away from Scabbers,

or I'll turn it into a tea cozy.

It's a cat, Ronald.

What do you expect?

- It's in his nature.

- A cat? Is that what they told you?

- Looks like a pig with hair.

- That's rich...

...coming from the owner

of that smelly old shoe brush.

Crookshanks, just ignore

the mean little boy.

Harry.

Harry.

- Egypt. What's it like?

- Brilliant. Loads of old stuff...

...like mummies, tombs,

even Scabbers enjoyed himself.

- Egyptians used to worship cats.

- Along with the dung beetle.

- Not flashing that clipping again?

- I haven't shown anyone.

No, not a soul.

Not unless you count Tom.

- The day maid.

- Night maid.

- Cook.

- The bloke who fixed the toilet.

- Harry.

- Mrs. Weasley.

- Good to see you, dear.

- Good to see you.

- Got everything?

- Yes.

- Yes? All your books?

- It's all upstairs.

- Your clothes?

- Everything.

- Good boy.

- Thank you.

- Harry Potter.

- Mr. Weasley.

- Harry, wonder if I might have a word?

- Yeah, sure.

- Hermione.

- Good morning, Mr. Weasley.

- Looking forward to a new term?

- Yeah. It should be great.

Harry, some within the Ministry

would strongly discourage me...

...from divulging what I'm about

to reveal to you.

But I think that you need

to know the facts.

Rate this script:3.7 / 9 votes