Paddington 2 Page #7

Really?

He won't work

with other people.

Thinks they dilute his talent.

Miss Fanshaw.

Oh, I must scoot.

We're having lunch

with a big Broadway producer.

- Oh, where are you going?

- The Ritz, darling!

Really nice buns.

PHOENIX:

Well, good heavens. Come.

(PHONE RINGING)

MRS. BIRD:
The package

has been delivered.

Repeat, the package

has been delivered.

Barkridge's, no less.

Lucky, lucky Phoenix.

Whoo!

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?

- FELICITY:
Phoenix.

Felicity!

What a lovely surprise.

I was beginning to think

you'd lost my number.

I've got two minutes,

so we better make it snappy.

Okay.

We're having lunch

with a big Broadway producer.

Well, wonderful news.

Yes, yes. Where does one go?

The Ritz, darling!

I am on my way.

Nice buns, by the way.

I beg your pardon?

(TAPE REWINDING)

Really nice buns.

Thank you, darling.

I've never had any complaints

about

Mr. and Mrs. Botty-cheek.

Yes.

Gloves. Keys.

And exit.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mary?

(GASPS)

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

(MOUTHING) Open the window.

- Hello, darling.

- Have you gone insane?

I know it's Phoenix

and I'm going to prove it.

This is breaking and entering.

We haven't broken anything.

Why would Phoenix want

to steal a pop-up book?

He's a millionaire!

That's where you're wrong.

He owes money

all over town. Look.

So he's got a few bills.

I mean, everyone...

Good grief, the man spends

a lot on face cream.

He hasn't got

a penny to his name.

Now come on. Let's find

that book and get out of here.

(GASPS) Cravat.

- Well?

- Nothing.

We must be missing something.

Unless there's nothing

to find.

Now can we please go?

- Oh. Look, Henry.

- What?

The carpet.

Yes, it's lovely.

I'll order a swatch.

- Give me a leg-up.

- Oh...

Quick, quick, quick.

(GRUNTS)

Yes!

A secret room.

- It's an attic.

- Secret attic.

It's an ordinary attic.

Every house in the street

has one.

I mean, look, it's just

a perfectly normal...

Oh, my God, he's a weirdo.

Look, Henry. The nun.

The thief. The king.

We were right!

Sorry. "We"?

- Well, I mean, I never...

- (DOOR OPENS)

(MARY GASPS)

- Quick!

- (WHISPERING) Get down. Get down.

Quite frankly ravishing.

Hello?

Who goes there?

Reveal yourself.

Henry?

Hello, Phoenix.

What on earth

are you doing here?

I might ask you

the same thing.

Well, I live here.

It's my house.

And I

insure it. And for our

Platinum Club members,

we perform an annual

free home inspection

to verify your

security arrangements.

In your pajamas?

Mmm-hmm.

With your wife?

So that all seems

pretty secure.

- Oh, hello, Phoenix.

- Mary.

Didn't hear you come in.

She helps out when we're busy.

Oh, well, that sounds

entirely plausible.

Does it? Great.

Well, I'm delighted to say

that everything

seems tickety-boo.

- Wonderful.

- (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

HENRY:
So, I'll nip back

to the office

and get the boys

to type that up ASAP.

And we'll hope

to see you soon.

Indeed.

Perhaps next time

not in your pyjamas?

(ALL LAUGH)

- He's such a silly one.

- Ciao, now.

Oh, thank Larry it's there.

Thank Larry, Johnny and

all the ghosts of the avenue.

(IN COCKNEY ACCENT)

Yeah, well, that was close,

weren't it?

(IN SCOTTISH ACCENT) Aye!

Too close, if you ask me.

(NORMAL ACCENT)

Hold your nerve, MacBeth!

Screw your courage

to the sticking place!

We are so nearly there.

I have followed this lady

through the whole of London

and collected every one

of her clever little clues.

(IN SCOTTISH ACCENT)

Aye. But what do they mean?

(IN COCKNEY ACCENT) It's just

a jumble of letters, ain't it?

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

(IN BELGIAN ACCENT) Uh-huh.

They are not letters at all.

They are musical notes.

(NORMAL ACCENT) Indeed,

Poirot. And I believe I know

just where to play them.

- (ALL CHATTERING)

- Hold it!

That is an amazing story.

But all you can actually prove

is Phoenix Buchanan

keeps his old costumes.

- (ALL PROTESTING)

- Bring me some hard evidence.

Bring me the book

with his fingerprints on,

and then you've got a case.

But until then, there's

nothing I can do. I'm sorry.

Where is she go...

Where's she going?

What do we do now?

I don't know.

Well, at least we can tell

Paddington we know who did it.

- Oh, no.

- What?

- We've missed visiting.

- Oh!

MARY:
Paddington.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR BUZZES)

(SNIFFLES)

(GASPS)

- (INSECTS CHITTERING)

- (BIRDS CHIRPING)

LUCY:
Paddington!

(GASPS) Aunt Lucy?

- Aunt Lucy!

- Paddington.

What are you doing here?

I thought you'd be at home.

I'm afraid

I don't have one anymore.

You see, I'm in prison.

And even the Browns

have forgotten me.

(KNOCKING ON PIPE)

KNUCKLES:
Paddington?

Knuckles.

Tonight's the night.

We leave at midnight.

You wanna clear your name,

it's now or never.

- You in?

- (SIGHS)

I'm in.

WARDEN:
Right. Time to call it

a night. (CHUCKLES)

Not much going on here anyway.

They've been good

as gold recently.

Lights out.

(GRUNTS)

(YELPS)

(GRUNTING)

Ah!

Oh, sandwiches.

KNUCKLES:
Paddington.

Coming.

(WHISTLING)

(GASPS)

Good luck, little bear.

KNUCKLES:

This is the life, lads.

(ALL WHOOPING)

Freedom!

Bring her down, Spoon.

KNUCKLES:
There she is, boys.

Our ticket out of here.

What do you mean?

Where are we going?

Might as well

tell him, Knucks.

PADDINGTON:
Tell me what?

Aren't we going to clear

my name?

Sorry, kid. Change of plan.

What?

- We're leaving the country.

- And you're coming with us.

But... you lied to me.

Oh, hey, now,

it wasn't like that.

We were doing you a favor.

If we told you the truth,

you'd never have come along,

and it's better this way.

We are gonna make

marmalade together.

But I don't want to, Knuckles.

I want to clear my name

and go home.

And you said you'd help.

You promised.

Sorry, kid.

No can do.

- (GROWLS)

- SPOON:
Paddington!

Let him go.

If he wants to get

himself arrested,

that's his choice.

- (SNIFFLES)

- (SIRENS WAILING)

JONATHAN:
Hello.

JUDY:
You've reached

the Brown residence.

JONATHAN:

We're not here now...

JUDY:
...but leave a message.

(BEEPS)

Hello, it's me. Paddington.

I hope you don't mind

my calling.

I just wanted to let you know

I've broken out of prison

and, well,

I suppose I'm on the run.

I didn't really mean to,

but Knuckles said

that if we broke out

he'd help clear my name,

and then I could come home.

But he's gone now

and I'm on my own.

I don't really know why

- I'm calling.

- (PHONE BEEPING)

I suppose

I just wanted to say...

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

...goodbye.

(SNIFFLES)

- (PHONE RINGING)

- (GASPS)

- Hello?

- MARY:
Paddington?

Yes. Yes, it's Paddington.

I'm so sorry I escaped,

Mrs. Brown,

but I thought

you'd forgotten on me.

We'd never

forget you, Paddington.

- Paddington?

- MARY:
You're family.

And we know who the thief was.

It's Phoenix Buchanan.

Mr. Buchanan?

MRS. BIRD:
But he's

disappeared into thin air.

We've been looking for him

at every landmark

- in that book.

- JUDY:
Every last page.

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