Hook Page #6
- PG
- Year:
- 1991
- 142 min
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This is Barbecue's very own bedside
clock. He was quite an infamous pirate.
I smashed this clock
immediately after I gutted him.
His ship made a pretty bonfire!
Such a pretty, pretty...
What is that I hear?
A ticking?
Smee, stop the ticking!
Stop that! Stop that "tick-tick"!
There's no ticking here.
There's nothing left to tick.
Oh, my God!
This is for the ticking
that might have been.
Get his father's watch!
Go on.
You know you want to.
Give it a try.
Go on.
This is for...
...never letting me blow bubbles
in my chocolate milk!
- Good form! Bravo!
- Isn't that wonderful?
jump on my own bed!
Make time stand still, laddie.
and breaking them!
For never doing anything with me.
For a father who's never there, Jack?
Jack, for a father who
didn't save you on the ship.
Who wouldn't save us...
Who couldn't save you, Jack.
He wouldn't. He didn't even try.
He was there, we were there,
and he wouldn't try.
Jack...
...he will try.
And the question will be:
When the time comes,
do you want to be saved?
Now, don't you answer now.
No, no, no, no.
Now it's time to be
whatever you want to be.
Put behind you any thoughts of home...
...that place of broken promises.
That what?
Have I ever made a promise, Jack...
...I have not kept?
Have I, son?
Come on. Let's go!
I don't like this game.
"Steal Hook's hook
As fast as you can."
"It'll make you proud."
"Then you crow like Pan."
Confound it, Druscilla, glove me.
The game is about to start.
I need my bubbly.
Give me my bubbly.
Steal Hook's hook, then crow!
Jackie, boy! Jack!
This is for all the games
your daddy missed.
Hook would never miss your game, son.
You're almost there. Take it.
- What's he looking at?
- Come on, you're this close!
What's wrong?
- Grab it, come on.
- Grab it, Peter!
Come on, Jack.
And one!
Wait for the good pitches.
Wait for the good pitches!
Jack! Jack! He's our man.
If he can't do it, no one can!
He's stealing second!
No, now stop it!
We're playing this game according
to Master Jack's rules! Bad form!
Sit down now! Let's resume the game!
Very violent sport, isn't it, baseball?
Come on, Jack!
Run home, Jack! Run home, Jack!
"Run home, Jack."
Smee, no, no, no!
They've got it backwards!
Tell them to turn it around!
Maggie?
Switch!
Home run, Jack! Home run, Jack!
Home run, Jack!
Home run, Jack. Home run, Jack.
He can't hit the curve.
My Jack!
My Jack.
You did it! Hoist him up!
That's my boy! You did it, son!
Gotta fly!
Happy thought.
Happy thought, happy thought,
happy thought, happy...
One great, big happy thought!
Less is more.
I can!
"Tootles. Wendy. John.
Michael. Peter."
Be careful, Peter. You're
a lot taller than you used to be.
Well, say something.
Do you like my dress?
You look beautiful.
What's the occasion?
You are.
It's a welcome-home party.
What happened here?
Hook.
Burnt it when you didn't come back.
Kiss.
Wendy.
This is Wendy's house.
Tootles and Nibs built it for her.
I remember.
Wendy would sit in that chair.
But it wasn't there. It was here.
We used to sit here while
she'd darn socks and tell us stories.
She slept here.
Tink, your apartment was right here.
Yes.
Little Michael in his basket bed,
right here.
John.
Teddy. My Teddy.
Mother used to put him in the pram
to keep me company.
I remember my mother.
I remember her.
You can be sure,
very fine schools indeed.
First, he will attend Whitehall,
then Oxford.
And of course...
...after graduation, he will prepare
for a judgeship in the highest court...
...making time for marriage
and family and all of that.
Just like his father.
Isn't that what grownups
want for their children?
I was afraid.
I didn't wanna grow up.
Everybody who grows up
has to die someday.
So I ran away.
Tink...
... you came and you saved me.
You taught me to fly.
and I missed my mother.
So I decided to fly home
to my very own window.
But it was shut.
I found other windows to visit,
ones that weren't shut closed on me.
That's how I met Wendy.
I chased my shadow in her nursery.
I expected my shadow and I would
join together like drops of water.
Boy!
Why are you crying?
What's your name?
What's yours?
I came back many times for Wendy.
Always in the spring.
And Wendy kept getting older...
... and older.
And then I came back the last time.
Peter, I can't come with you.
I've forgotten how to fly.
I'm old, Peter.
Ever so much more than 20.
- I grew up a long time ago.
- No, no, no!
- You promised!
- I have children of my own now.
They have children of their own.
That's my grandchild, Moira,
asleep in the bed.
When I saw her lying there sleeping...
... at that moment,
something changed in me forever.
I shall give her a kiss.
No! No, Peter!
No buttons, no thimbles.
I couldn't bear her heart to be broken
when she finds she can't keep you.
No.
I mean a real kiss.
I can see why you have trouble
finding a happy thought.
So many sad memories, Peter.
Bye, Teddy.
Not Teddy. Daddy!
Daddy!
Peter, you're a daddy.
Hi, Jack.
I know why I came back.
I know why I grew up.
I wanted to be a father.
I'm a daddy.
My happy thought.
I got it!
I got it! I found it!
I lost it!
Just hold that happy thought, Peter!
Peter Pan!
He's back! He's back!
He's back!
Play!
Play!
You are the Pan.
You can fly, you can fight,
and you can...
Tink, you in there?
Are you sad?
No, I'm neither. Please go away.
Oh, you're sick.
You need a Band-Aid.
Or a thermometer!
That's how Nibs made
the Wendy lady better.
Oh, no, Peter! It's not about that!
Yes, it is!
Nibs put the thermometer in her mouth.
Felt all better.
Don't we have
the greatest adventures?
Do you remember your next
great adventure to save your kids?
Kids?
Peter Pan's got kids?
Why are you in Never Land?
To always be a little boy and have fun.
I like this game. Ask me another one.
Oh, dear me! I did it.
Tink, look what happened!
You broke your house.
You're humongous.
This is the only wish
I ever wished for myself.
This is the biggest
feeling I've ever, ever felt.
And this is the first time
I've been big enough to have it.
Peter, I wanna give you a kiss.
No, I mean a real kiss.
I love you, Peter Pan.
I love...
...her.
"Her," who?
Mo...
Moira!
I love Moira...
...and Jack and Maggie.
Jack and Maggie...
I have a plan. Tink?
Come on. You gotta come.
When it's all over, you'll leave
and never come back again.
What are you staring at, Peter?
Save them.
Go save them.
You silly ass, go!
Jack, it's a very special time when
a pirate receives his first earring.
It's like the first time you
run someone through with your blade.
Now, Jack...
...I'm gonna ask you to bend
your head ever so slightly.
A little more. That's it.
And brace yourself, lad.
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