Nanny McPhee Page #8

that last unattractive outburst.

- Nanny McPhee.

- Off we go, Hewitt.

- What have you done?

- I have done nothing, sir.

The children have decided

amongst themselves.

Decided what? What do you mean?

[Adelaide] There you are, dear.

- Not little Chrissie.

- [coachman cracks whip] Yah!

Chrissie!

- [coachman] Yah!

- [whinnying]

Chrissie!

Yah!

Chrissie!

Now, then, you'd better

tell me your name, little girl.

[bleating]

- [whip cracks]

- Yah!

- Christianna!

- Don't be shy, my dear. What is your name?

- [shrill whinny]

- Yah!

Sit up straight and tell me your name.

No!

- Christianna!

- Papa!

Papa! Papa!

Oh! [murmurs]

Then...then who...?

Evangeline. My name's Evangeline.

[crashing thud]

- [magical wind blows]

- [chuckles]

And what a pretty name it is, too.

Evangeline...

Oh.

- [horse whinnies]

- Yah! Yah!

[tinkling breeze blows]

Time for bed.

- Thank you for saving me, Nanny McPhee.

- Hm.

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

[magical breeze blows]

Hm.

Papa was going to let her take me.

No, Christianna.

Your father would never have allowed it.

- Goodnight, children.

- [children] Goodnight, Nanny McPhee.

[magical breeze sighs]

She hasn't got any warts at all now.

Do you think she's using

some sort of cream?

[clock chimes]

[magical wind rushes]

Thank you, Nanny McPhee.

You were a tremendous help.

Not at all.

You will find that lesson three,

to get dressed when they're told,

is complete.

Just to get dressed when they're told?

They've learned a great deal more than that.

I have five lessons to teach.

What lessons they learn is entirely

up to them. Goodnight, Mr Brown.

- Nanny McPhee...

- Yes, Mr Brown?

She will be all right, won't she?

Evangeline, I mean.

I can't help being concerned.

Aunt Adelaide can be so, erm...

Well, you saw.

She will certainly be all right.

Good.

I suppose she volunteered to go, did she?

Couldn't wait to be shot of us, I imagine.

Not quite.

It was Simon's idea.

He knew Evangeline

might like to educate herself

and that her going would save Christianna.

He's a very clever boy.

Good heavens. Simon, eh?

Well, good for him. Quick...quick thinking.

Goodnight, Mr Brown.

[sighs deeply]

So that's it, then.

I shall have to marry...Quickly.

[magical breeze zings and whooshes]

[Sebastian laughs]

[clears throat]

Children, your father has asked me to tell you

there's a Mrs Quickly coming for tea tomorrow.

- Nanny McPhee?

- Yes, sweetheart?

Can you stop Papa

from marrying a horrible stepmother?

I'm afraid not.

- Even if you wanted to?

- Even if I wanted to.

I cannot interfere with affairs of the heart.

Perhaps Simon could talk to him about it.

He won't listen.

[seagull cries]

You have a visitor, Mr Brown.

An especially eager visitor, Mr Brown.

Quickly by name...

Oh!

Simon, my boy.

Well, come in.

Come on, I won't bite.

- Father, we want to ask you something.

- Well, of course.

Of course. Anything at all. Ask away.

Who is Mrs Quickly?

[chuckles feebly]

Good heavens, such a face. She's, er...

She's...she's a friend. She's...a friend.

Just a friend?

Well, my boy,

it's not exactly any of your business, is it?

It is if she's to be our new mother.

Who said anything about that?

It is true? You are going to marry her?

You go too far, Simon.

- You must not question...

- I didn't.

- Don't contradict me!

- I'm not!

You do not understand the adult world.

You know, there are certain things that...

certain things...

You will leave me this instant. Go home!

You never listen!

[door slams]

Nanny McPhee?

Nanny McPhee?

[creaking]

[crystalline tinkling]

[floorboard creaks]

[crashing thud]

Hello, Simon.

Can I help you?

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