Nanny McPhee Page #10

"We may have to stop now, dear,"

and she said...

She said, "l know."

The fact of the matter is,

your Great-Aunt Adelaide

has been supporting us for years

with a monthly allowance.

A little while ago, she told me

that I had to remarry

or the allowance would stop.

This woman today was my last chance.

Our last chance.

Ours?

When the money stops,

the house will be taken.

Some of you will perhaps

be put into the workhouse.

Some will be put into the care...

into the care of others.

I don't know how many of you

will be allowed to stay together.

I'm sorry to have failed you, children.

You deserve so much better.

- Do something.

- What would you suggest?

Change what happened.

Bang your stick. Make it undo itself.

I cannot. These were your actions.

Simon promised that you would

accept the consequences.

What shall we do?

Help us. Tell us what to do.

- You must undo it for yourselves.

- How? How?

Think.

You are very clever, children.

Think.

[women cackle with laughter]

- So, 'e was keen?

- Oh, Letty, he was in a maddened condition.

He couldn't keep his hands off me.

But I held firm.

I said, "Shedric..." I mean, "Cedric,

I have my reputation to uphold."

"It's marriage or nothing.

What do you take me for?"

- [knocking]

- "Some common...?"

- Tart?

- Not for me. I'm bloated.

- No. "Some common tart." You said...

- [knocking]

- Who's that knocking?

- [lamb bleats]

- It might be him.

- Ooh!

If you've come to fumble

with my fastenings... Oh.

[rattle jingles]

Mrs Quickly, we're very sorry about the tea

you had with our father.

Typical of a man, sending his little ones

to do the dirty work.

No. He doesn't know we're...

I mean, he very much wants to marry you.

I know what he wanted.

No wonder there's so many of you (!)

Wait. Father wasn't being rude.

No one on earth could be less rude.

He was protecting you from

the naughty things we were doing.

- The toad in the teapot.

- And the wormy sandwiches.

That was my idea! I mean, my fault.

I have no idea to what you can be referring.

Don't try to make excuses for him.

He's a flounder and a gad.

He's not. He's a good man.

He was just trying to save us.

If he doesn't marry, all the money will go.

We'll be thrown out onto the streets.

- Money? What money?

- Our Great-Aunt Adelaide's money.

Lady Adelaide Stitch.

Lady? Ooh!

- Mr Brown.

- Mrs Quickly.

- Your children have explained it all.

- Explained?

That their tricks during tea was a result

of their motherless condition,

that they need a woman's presence

to calm them,

and that you could benefit from that presence,

pathetic and lonely as you are.

And all it takes is one little question, Cedric.

[clears throat]

Oh. Oh, y... er...yes, of course.

Erm...just give me...Yes.

- Mrs Quickly...

- [whispers] Selma.

Yes, I mean Selma.

Would you do me the honour

of becoming my...

-..of becoming my...

- Wife.

- Exactly. Wife. That's the word.

- Yes. Oh, yes, Cedric.

Mmm.... mwa!

Off you go now, dears.

Let Daddy have a little moment to himself

with your new mummy.

(Nanny McPhee) A bit big for this nightie, aren't

you, sweetheart? We'll have a new one made.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you. I can see that now.

If I'd discussed it with you before,

we wouldn't be in this mess.

No, it was our fault.

We should have known you had

a good reason for getting married.

At least this way, we'll all be together.

That's what matters most, isn't it? Hm?

I promise I'll never hide anything

that affects us from you again.

I see you're more than capable

of understanding it.

- Papa?

- Yes, my boy?

Do you think Mama still thinks about us

where she is?

I'm sure she does.

I know she does.

Now, Chrissie,

why don't you choose us a story?

[woman] ¢Ü Tiptoe by

- ¢Ü Where my babies lie...

- Lesson four is complete.

¢Ü In your tiny silver shoon...

Lesson four?

To listen.

Well done.

¢Ü Will you watch over, please

¢Ü My wee ones

¢Ü My lambkins

¢Ü My sweet chick-a-chickadees

¢Ü Loola-bye, oh, loola-bye

¢Ü In your tiny silver shoon ¢Ü

- [church bells ring]

- [lamb bleats]

[Mrs Quickly] The big day.

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