Hook Page #2

Bang! Bang!

Will everybody just shut up!

I'm sorry.

Leave me alone for one moment!

Get them out of here!

I'm on the phone call of my life!

Come on, Jack. Out, out, out.

Come with me.

I'll show you the window where your

dad and I used to blow out the stars.

I should've stayed

till the deal was done.

Granny asked you to visit every year.

I've been busy.

You promised the children some real time

here. You haven't looked at them once.

- That's not true.

- How many more broken promises?

It's Brad, Moira.

I gotta take this call.

I gotta fix this.

No, you gotta fix your family first.

Peter, hello? Are you there?

What?

- I'm sorry about your deal.

- You hated the deal.

I hated the deal. But I'm sorry

you feel so badly about it.

Your children love you.

They want to play with you.

How long do you think that lasts?

Soon Jack may not even want you

to come to his games.

We have a few special years

with our children...

...when they're the ones

that want us around.

Then you'll be running after them

for a bit of attention.

It's so fast, Peter.

It's a few years, then it's over.

And you are not being careful.

And you are missing it.

Peter, where are you?

Peter! Peter! Peter!

"All children, except one, grow up."

Now, you know where faeries come from,

don't you, Maggie?

"When the first baby laughed

for the first time...

...the laugh broke

into a thousand pieces...

...and they all went skipping about.

That was the beginning of faeries."

And look.

I'm Wendy.

Or was, a long time ago.

But Jack says you're not

the really "real" Wendy.

Do you see where Jack is?

Well, that's the same window.

And this is the same room...

...where we made up stories about Peter,

Never Land and scary old Captain Hook.

And do you know, Mr. Barrie, well,

Sir James, our neighbor...

...loved our stories so much that

he wrote them all down in a book.

Oh, dear me, 80 years ago.

You're really old!

That's very true.

I'm sorry to break this up.

I have to steal Granny...

...or she'll be late for the most

important event of her life.

Oh, dear.

Daddy, I made something for you.

You're gonna love this.

It's a hug. Next time you fly,

you won't have to be scared.

She's made you a parachute.

That's very clever, dear.

Get away from there!

What have I told you about playing near

open windows? Keep this window closed.

Do we have open windows at home?

No. They've all got bars on them.

Come on. Into bed.

Who took my baseball?

That mean, scary man

at the window stole it.

There's no scary man.

But he says he's a window washer.

What's this?

A baseball glove.

You can catch things with it...

...take hot things out of the oven,

hit your sister with it.

Tootles made it for me.

It smells nice.

It's paper, honey.

Hey, Jack.

Faker.

You're in charge now.

This is my very special watch,

so you can keep track of the time.

Don't go out, Mom. Please.

Good night.

Dear night-lights,

protect my sleeping babes.

Burn clear and steadfast tonight.

I read recently that they're now using

lawyers instead of rats for experiments.

They do this for two reasons:

One, the scientists become

less attached to the lawyers.

And two, there are certain things

that even rats won't do.

I thank the Board of Trustees

of the Ormond Street Hospital...

...for having me here this evening...

...and beg your forgiveness because

normally I address shareholders.

We don't know each other, and I doubt

that we have very much in common...

...except this wonderful woman,

Wendy Angela Darling.

Granny Wendy brought me in

from the cold.

She taught me to read and write.

She even found people to be

my parents and adopt me.

She's loved so many children...

...just so efforlete...

efforse... effortlessly.

That's her achievement.

Many of you here tonight

were once lost children...

...but Granny Wendy found parents

and homes for each of you...

...and saved you.

That's her miracle.

I know that if you could stand now, you

would express much better than I have...

...your feelings of gratitude...

...appreciation...

...and warm feelings...

...for this wonderful woman.

I guess we do have

something in common.

We're orphans.

Hook!

Hook.

Jack...

You all right?

Wendy?

Thank you, Nigel. Norman?

Neville, sir.

Is that English?

Merry Christmas.

I was proud of you.

It was a beautiful speech.

Yes, it was.

Liza?

Tootles?

My God! The children!

Jack! Answer me!

Maggie!

The wind came up.

The door closed on me...

...and the children were screaming!

The children were screaming!

The window.

"Dear Peter:

Your presence is required

at the request of your children.

Kindest personal regards...

...J.A.S. Hook...

...Captain."

Have to fly. Have to fight.

Have to crow. Have to save Maggie.

Have to save Jack.

Hook is back.

Who?

Gran!

Well, the lab boys can

analyze this little lot.

We've wired the phones, and two

of my lads will be outside at all times.

It's possible that this

is some kind of ridiculous prank.

My children are missing.

Yes, but the literary history

of the family suggests...

Let's hope...

I've forgotten how to fly.

Yeah, well, one does.

Good night, ma'am.

Good night, sir.

No more happy thoughts.

Lost!

Lost!

- The police will do everything they can.

- The police can do nothing.

Really? Maybe we should

call the American police.

In a crisis, we English

always make a cup of tea.

Moira, would you?

Yes, of course.

Don't forget to warm the pot.

I'll go.

You stay.

Don't worry, Gran Wendy,

I wasn't gonna leave.

Hand me my book, please.

It's time to tell you, at last.

Tell me what?

How far back can you remember, Peter?

I remember the hospital

on Great Ormond Street.

You worked with orphans.

You arranged for the adoption

by my American parents.

You were 12, nearly 13.

I mean, before that.

There's nothing before that.

Try, Peter. Do try.

Nothing.

You know, when I was young...

...no other girl held your favor

the way I did.

I expected you to alight on the church

and forbid my vows on my wedding day.

I wore a pink satin sash.

But you didn't come.

Grandma?

Yes, I was an old lady

when I wrapped you in blankets.

A grandmother.

With my 13-year-old granddaughter

asleep in the bed.

Moira.

And when you saw her...

...that was when you decided

not to go back to Never Land.

Where?

To Never Never Land.

- I'll get Moira.

- I've tried to tell you...

- Maybe the tea's ready.

- I knew you'd forgotten!

I'm not ready to deal with this now.

The stories are true. I swear to you.

I swear on everything I adore.

And now he's come back

to seek his revenge.

The fight isn't over

for Captain James Hook.

He wants you back.

He knows you'll follow Maggie and Jack

to the ends of the earth.

And, by heaven, you must find a way.

Only you can save your children.

Somehow, you must go back.

You must make yourself remember.

Remember what?

Peter, don't you know who you are?

Yes, boy.

Yes.

Sorry.

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