Nanny McPhee Page #6

All right, men. As you were.

They actually are starving us.

I wonder how long it will take for us all to die.

[cat yowls]

[floorboards creak]

Quickly...

Quickly, Quickly, Quickly...

Mrs Selma Quickly.

[footsteps approach]

Have you lazy lot been in bed all day?

Evangeline.

You've been doing measles, haven't you?

The situation's very simple, Evangeline.

The nanny, who in my opinion is a witch,

made us ill and fed us boiled-down toads.

Nanny McPhee is not a witch, Eric.

You're very naughty to say so.

I'm sure she knew what she was doing.

- She must be fully trained.

- Yes, but as what?

I'm unbelievably hungry, Evangeline.

Can you please get us

something decent to eat?

Did you just say "please"?

[children] Please, please, Evangeline!

Well, children,

I hear you've been in bed all day

but that you're better now.

It wasn't our fault.

I'm sure it wasn't anybody's fault.

You can't help it if you're ill.

But you're better now.

- [creaking]

- [whooshing]

[crashing thud]

- Papa?

- Yes, Chrissie?

Now that we're better, can we get up?

- Erm...

- [children] Can we get up, please?

[tinkling breeze blows]

Of course you can.

Read to us.

I, erm... I have my letter-writing to do. I...

I'll read to you tomorrow.

Goodnight, my dears.

Evangeline,

please ask Cook to make the children

scrambled eggs on toast.

I'm sure they'd like supper

now they're feeling better.

I'll do it myself, Nanny McPhee.

- [clears throat gently]

- [tinkling breeze sighs]

Didn't she have two bumpy things?

The word is "wart".

Traditionally associated with witches,

as it happens.

Well, one of 'em's gone.

- [magical wind rushes]

- [gasps]

I did knock.

Of course you did.

Lesson two, to get up when they're told,

is complete.

Of course. Very good. Thank you.

Goodnight, Mr Brown.

- Nanny McPhee...

- Yes, Mr Brown?

Didn't you used to have two...

w...w...?

Never mind. It's, er... it's my imagination.

[church bell tolls]

There was a telegram, Mr Brown.

Oh, my... Oh, my goodness.

- Ah, Nanny McPhee.

- Pa!

Good, good, good.

All right, I have an announcement.

Yes...

Your Great-Aunt Adelaide

is coming for tea today.

[grizzles]

- No!

- Aunt Adelaide is vile and vicious.

She's blind as a bat.

And we are convalescing, for heaven's sake!

That's enough. I don't want to hear

anything bad about her. She pays the rent.

- She scares me.

- She's only coming for tea.

You'll all put your best clothes on

and Nanny McPhee will keep you in order.

I shall do my best, sir,

considering that today is Sunday

and I am off duty this afternoon.

- [jingle]

- Off duty?

- [rattle jingles]

- Mm.

- [rattle jingles]

- You're off duty when...?

You can't be off duty.

I need you. They need you.

- [jingle]

- I shall be leaving at noon.

Thereafter, I'm sure the children will do

exactly as they're told. Won't you, children?

Listen to this, dear. Aunt Adelaide says,

"l am coming with the express intention

of easing your financial burden."

Maybe she's thought the better

of my having to remarry.

Perhaps I won't have to go through with it.

[whinnies]

- [coachman] Yah! Yah!

- [whinnying]

[Sebastian] I hate my best clothes.

They're itchy.

Well, we promised, so that's that.

Tora's right.

We should do exactly as we're told.

We've been told to put

our best clothes on, haven't we? Right.

Well, I'm going to put

my best clothes on...the pig.

Simon, no.

- Yeah, the pig!

- Oh, please, don't!

[horses snort]

- Aunt Adelaide, welcome back.

- Where are you?

- Here I am, Aunt Adelaide.

- Oh! Don't crowd me so.

You're looking very peely-wally.

Where's my tea? I must have tea.

Of course. This way. At once.

I smell damp.

[sniffs] No, no... At least not noticeably.

Damp in the house.

Hence your pallid complexion.

Lovely hat.

A gift from the Duchess of Kent.

She has taste.

- I've always hated this room.

- [chuckles]

- Milk?

- Certainly not.

Filthy stuff. Most unhealthy.

- Sugar?

- Six, if you please.

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