Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children Page #2

It means you get a break.

And as Dr. Golan said

maybe I can move on.

Like closure.

Having an opportunity to see this Children's

Home and separate fantasy from reality,

may be helpful and at the very least

a trip like this provides a chance to

say goodbye.

"Cairnholm:
population of 92."

"Best known for its proximity to the final

resting place of the cruise liner Augusta

"which sank in 1915."

There is only one hotel.

That's ours.

I hope there's no vermin.

Oh wow! Jake! check it out.

That's a peregrine falcon.

Peregrine, like the Headmistress?

Sure.

Hey, that's probably where grandpa came

with the tale of turning into a bird thing.

Maybe. Maybe that's really her.

Hey, Miss Peregrine, It's me, Jake.

I am Abe Portman's grandson.

Please don't crap on us.

Oh my God, dad, I'm kidding.

What the he... Hello?

Hello?

Anybody home?

"Two Torpedoes hit

RMS Augusta. 894 lost."

Hey! Any idea where I'd find

the manager of this place?

That's me.

Sorry to keep you.

Just helping uncle Oggie to the loo.

- I'm Kev. There's room upstairs.

- Great.

I'll be back in a bit.

Kev's just getting our suite ready.

While we are waiting, I thought

maybe we could go check out the beach.

I thought we'd go to

the Children's Home.

Is the beach where the bird's nest?

I... I thought we could

check it out real quick.

I could go to the home by myself.

And you can, really take your time.

I enjoy it.

Come on, Jakey.

You know your mom would freak.

What if we can find

someone to take me?

Hey, dudes.

- Dad!

- I got this.

I was just wondering if any of you guys

might be interested in taking my son

here, to the other side

of the island.

And what are your names?

I am Worm, this is M.C. Dirty D.

M.C. Dirty Business.

- I thought you changed that!

- No!

No. You did remember?

When Lou said M.C. Dirty Business

made this sound like cracked trousers.

Yeah.

But she said it sounded

like a personal hygiene problem.

Wait, are these like nicknames or...

Stage names. We're the sickest

rappers here in Wales.

Come on, Worm,

show this shank how it's done.

What? Now?

# I like to get wrecked up

down at the Priest Hole. #

# Your dad's always there

'cause he's on the dole. #

# All my rhymes is tight,

yeah I make it look easy. #

# All beats are hot

like chicken jalfrezi! #

Oh yeah, now, it's... it is good.

- Should we take the shortcut, D.

- We'll get there quicker.

Take it from me.

- What? Down here?

- Yeah.

This way?

Is this even the way

to the Children's home?

Right through those trees.

No use crying over a lost shoe, boy.

The Children's Home...

What... what happened to it?

The German navy bombed

fell right on the roof.

September the 3rd, 1943.

Where... where did they go after it?

The Headmistress and the children?

Not one survivor.

Poor little buggers...

and they were lovely too.

Why didn't he tell us

that they all died?

He leaves to join the army and three months

later everyone he knows gets killed?

Not even grandpa can turn

that into a bedtime story.

No wonder he was scared

at being a dad.

Being close to anyone.

Listen.

If you need to talk about

all this with someone, buddy

we should call Dr. Golan.

Do you mind if I go hang out

with those other kids today?

They asked.

Yeah. That's awesome.

Abe?

You're Emma.

And the twins.

And Olive.

Bronwyn.

He's Millard.

You are dead.

All of you. You're all dead.

He is... he is invisible.

That is... He's still dead.

None of us are dead.

Oh my God. Am I dead?

No.

You called me Abe,

in the house. Why?

You looked like him.

Just for a moment.

Before you started screaming,

running away and concussing yourself.

Wait, what's happening?

We are waiting until the coast is clear

before we go into the loop.

You never know

who might be watching.

Wait, before we...

before we go into what?

Please, Jake.

Miss Peregrine's waiting.

She saw on the ferry

and sent us to get you.

Where do you think you're going?

To my room.

I'm a... I am a guest here.

Does this look like a hotel to you?

Yeah... No!

I've... I've got a key.

Talk to the manager. He'll tell you.

I'm the manager, boy.

He's American.

Maybe he's army?

Bollocks! Listen to his accent.

It's terrible!

He is a spy.

What?

No, I'm not... I'm a tourist.

I say, we should get the truth out of him.

The old-fashioned way.

Come on!

We didn't take him on!

Come on, quick guys.

I can't believe you're real.

You're all real.

We've been trying to tell you.

But I am special too.

What?

In the pub, all of you saw it. Right?

Everything was flying and breaking.

And that was me.

I was doing it with my mind.

No, that was me.

- Millard?

- Yeah.

- Are you naked?

- Yeah.

A bomb dropped on you in 1943.

It is 1943.

September the 3rd, 1943.

The whole day, every day.

It's our loop.

Right on time.

Miss Peregrine.

Delighted to meet you.

I do hope I'm not going to

have the pub landlord

knocking on my door

with the police again?

I've had to kill them

twice this month.

It's been terribly inconvenient.

We may have broken

some things, that's all.

And Olive may have

started a tiny fire.

But they were going to hurt Jake.

Look at you!

The last time dear Abe sent me a photograph,

you were a just a tiny todd.

Don't you stand there, come in.

Your tea is getting cold.

How did you know about the pub?

- Your weigh approximately

109 pounds, correct? - I don't...

Bronwyn and the twins returned

six minutes after you ran away.

I think I'm missing something.

And quite apart from the fact that

the perceived safety of the pub makes it

the most likely place

to which you would flee.

It would take you

18 minutes to run there.

Emma and Millard would have been moments

behind with the horse and trap

travelling at around

8.2 miles per hour.

Fact doing some sort of

kerfuffle in the pub

and the return journey

with your added weight

you would arrive here

with 13 minutes past 4.

Now then, do you take sugar?

That will be enough, thank you Olive.

Nobody enjoys overboiled tea.

Let me help you this, Enoch.

Don't bother.

Wouldn't want you to

interrupt the tea party.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Jake.

You know, then?

I know if Abe were alive

you would have told me

you were coming.

- Shall we take our tea outside?

- Thank you.

Before he died

he told me to find you.

There was something

he wanted me to know.

He said you could

explain everything.

That's absolutely true.

There are few things I can't explain.

We are in common parlance

as peculiar.

51 seconds late, Fiona.

Sorry, Miss Peregrine.

How many carrots

you need for supper?

Just one will do.

As I was saying,

some people are peculiar.

It's a recessive gene

carried down through families.

Yet, many generations can pass

without a peculiar child being born.

And alas, peculiars have been

persecuted through the ages.

Hence, we live in places like this.

In Wales?

Anywhere will do

if you pick the right day.

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