Nanny McPhee Page #2

He doesn't even sing Loola-bye to Aggy.

We hardly see him.

He loves you, Simon. You know that.

He's just had a lot on his mind since...

Since Mother died.

You used to be as close as anything.

Not any more. All he cares about now

is getting himself a nice new wife.

Well... I don't know if that's true or not,

but it might be nice to have a new mother.

Don't you know anything about the world?

Whoever he marries will be vile

and treat us like slaves.

- You don't know that.

- Plenty of hard evidence for it.

There isn't one stepmother in there

who's even halfway decent.

They're an evil breed. Anyway,

who ever likes other people's children?

I like you.

Yes, but you're a servant.

You're paid to like us.

That doesn't count.

- [guillotine clunks]

- I've got my work to be getting on with.

[guillotine squeaks, then drops]

I really am hungry, Evangeline.

Could you maybe bring me

some secret toast and jam?

All right, forget the jam.

Just some secret toast.

[match flares]

[fire crackles]

Shall I plump the cushion

on Mrs Brown's chair?

I know you like to plump it yourself

sometimes.

Oh, no, that's...that's all right.

You plump away, Evangeline. Thank you.

I was wondering if I might make

Master Sebastian a piece of toast.

Yes, I should think...

Er...no, under no circumstances. No.

I could do it secret-like.

No, they'll hear him chewing

and then we're done for.

No, they get nothing.

Righto, Mr Brown.

[mysterious woman's voice]

The person you need is Nanny McPhee.

Nanny McPhee.

[sighs]

No supper.

Discipline. That's more like it.

[whirring]

[squeaks]

[squeaking echoes]

[mouse squeaks]

[whimpers]

[gasps]

Now, you listen here, you pustular tykes.

You ain't allowed in this kitchen,

not now, not ever.

I have it in writing.

Well, dear, the agency has closed its doors.

What am I to do? Aunt Adelaide says...

Your children are out of control, Cedric.

And there was that thing she said

about their needing a female influence. I...

You know what she's like.

She'll stop the allowance

unless I marry again and give them

a new mother within the month.

A month. I mean, it's unbearable.

But l... I had to... I had to promise.

Remember we talked about

what would happen without her money.

The bank will take the house.

There'll be debtors' prison for me,

workhouse for the older children.

Goodness only knows

what'll happen to little Chrissie.

And as for Aggy...

it's unimaginable.

[squeaking]

[springs boing]

Where are you? You mewling half-bakes!

I'm ready for you. And I'm hard!

[boing!]

[children's laughter and shouting echoes]

This is fun!

We got Cook!

[mysterious woman's voice]

The person you need is Nanny McPhee.

- [Chrissie] Ju-ump!

- [Cook shrieks through gag]

Eric, you're not making another bomb,

are you?

[he cackles maniacally]

[echoing] McPhee...

- Whee!

- Jump!

- Oh!

- Jump!

[yells]

- They're in the kitchen.

- No! No! You took them down for toast!

I never did!

You sent them to bed with no dinner.

- That's what done it!

- Don't tell...

- [banging]

- [thunderclap]

[electrical crackle]

- I'll, er...

- Why don't you...?

- I'll go.

- No, I'd better...

- Well, no, I can...

- You, erm... I'll...

- I'll be off, then.

- Yes, you... I'll just...

[electrical crackle]

[thunder rumbles]

[door creaks]

[thunderclap]

Good evening, Mr Brown.

I am Nanny McPhee.

Oh, you're... Er...of course.

Good heavens. I suppose the agency...

I do not belong to any agency, Mr Brown.

I am a government nanny.

A government nanny? How...

.. unusual.

May I come in?

Yes, by all means, do...do come in.

- Hm.

- [thunder rumbles]

I understand you have

extremely ill-behaved children.

No. No, no. No.

No... Good grief, what a suggestion.

[china shatters, child roars]

- Playful.

- [child] Shut up!

What are your main concerns?

Concerns?

Mm. Do they go to bed when they're told?

Well, no, not, er... No.

- Do they get up when they're told?

- Er...well, no, not exactly.

- Get dressed when they're told?

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