Paddington 2 Page #8

"Where all your dreams

come true."

Why do you say that?

Oh, it was written on the

last page of the pop-up book.

Always made me think

of Aunt Lucy.

- Very bizarre.

- Is it?

I found that exact same phrase

on a scrap of paper

in Phoenix's house.

Really?

I'm sure

I've seen that before.

Look. "Where all your dreams

come true."

HENRY:
The organ?

That must be where Madame

Kozlova hid her fortune.

Let's get to the fair.

It's too late.

They're leaving today.

JONATHAN:

From Paddington Station.

MARY:
At 6:35.

There's still time.

Paddington, head for

the station.

If we can find Phoenix

and get hold of that book,

his fingerprints

will prove everything.

But that's miles away,

Mr. Brown. I'll...

(MUSICAL HORN PLAYING)

I'll see you there.

- (HORN HONKING)

- MR. BARNES:
Clear the road.

This is a refuse emergency.

- (BRAKES SCREECHING)

- PADDINGTON:
Sorry!

Fellow citizens, I've just

received intelligence.

The bear has escaped

and may be heading this way.

I have raised

the neighborhood panic level

to "wild hysteria."

Get out of the way,

Mr. Curry!

JUDY:
Paddington's not coming

this way!

He's gonna clear his name.

And we're gonna

bring him home!

We don't want him here.

No, of course you don't.

You never have.

As soon as you set eyes

on that bear,

you made up your mind

about him.

Well, Paddington's

not like that.

He looks for the good

in all of us,

and somehow he finds it.

It's why he makes friends

wherever he goes.

And it's why Windsor Gardens

is a happier place

whenever he's around.

He wouldn't hesitate

if any of us needed help.

So stand aside, Mr. Curry,

because we're coming through!

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SPUTTERING)

(ENGINE STALLING)

CURRY:
Nice try, Brown.

Your plan

seems to have stalled.

Like your vehicle.

Try the choke. Go on, try the choke.

You're flooding it.

Clutch down, second gear,

Mr. Brown.

What?

- DR. JAFRI:
After three. Three.

- CURRY:
What's going on?

You are illegally perambulating

on a public highway.

LANCASTER:

Put your backs into it.

- Do not push that vehicle.

- (ENGINE STARTS)

- Bring Paddington home.

- Thank you.

(ALL CHEERING)

Right, Paddington, stay low,

and remember, you're a bin.

PADDINGTON:
You're a bin.

You're a bin.

Just an ordinary bin

going for a walk.

(GASPS)

- PADDINGTON:
Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Nothing to see here, Officer.

Just a bin.

- Hmm.

- (PADDINGTON SLURPS)

Quite good being a bin.

(WHISTLING)

PHOENIX:
Gentlemen.

(CONDUCTOR BLOWS WHISTLE)

- (TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

- (GASPS)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

HENRY:
Paddington!

Mr. Brown!

Quickly, he's on board.

(GROANS)

Don't worry,

I'll handle it myself.

We've gotta catch up

with that train.

- But how?

- (TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

I've got an idea.

Good morning, madam. Sir.

Welcome on board.

Morning. Thank you.

May I offer you a glass

of champagne?

Oh, thank you so much.

That's very kind.

Very civilized, yes.

Nice to have a break

after all I've been through

with that beastly bear.

Boiler pressure, 225.

Water, half a glass.

Air brake, off.

Nice work, J-Dog.

My name's not J-Dog.

It's Jonathan Brown.

And I like steam trains.

- Oh, for goodness' sake.

- I'm so sorry.

- Get off. Stop it.

- (SHUSHING)

Don't shush me, Gertrude.

I have just been spilled upon

by a chilled liquid.

Gerald, I want you to shush.

Yes, Gertrude.

REPORTER:
(ON RADIO)

...seven o'clock.

Here's the news from the BBC.

Four convicts

made a daring escape

from Portobello Prison

last night.

The prisoners all appear to

have vanished

- without a trace...

- (KNUCKLES CACKLES)

...except Paddington Brown,

who was seen boarding a fair

train bound for Bristol.

Police are closing in

and expect to make

an arrest soon.

(TURNS RADIO OFF)

Poor little fella.

Must be somewhere down there

right now.

SPOON:
Shouldn't we help him,

Knuckles?

KNUCKLES:
How?

We go back down there,

they won't just lock us up,

they'll throw away the key.

I know but he's our friend.

Stick to the plan.

I don't do nothin' for no one

for nothin'.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Well, Grandfather,

the moment of truth.

D.

- D.

- (NOTE PLAYS)

(GASPS)

A.

A.

PADDINGTON:
The book.

(GASPS)

Ah.

- What's he doing?

- JUDY:
I don't know.

- Paddington!

- He can't hear us.

Can this thing go any faster?

I can try

but I need more coal.

I'm on it.

Pull alongside.

I'm going across.

- I'll come with you.

- Judy...

Just you try and stop us!

Come on then!

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(SNEEZES)

- Ready?

- Yep.

Go!

(GRUNTS)

(YELPING)

INSTRUCTOR:

Open your mind

and your legs will follow.

(SCREAMS)

Mr. Brown!

Mrs. Bird.

C.

And finally E.

(NOTE PLAYS)

- (CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING)

- It works.

(GASPS)

(PHOENIX EXCLAIMING

IN DELIGHT)

Ooh.

Hello.

Aren't you pretty.

West End here I come.

(SQUISHING)

- Morning.

- (GASPS)

No!

- What was it? D. F.

- (NOTES PLAY)

D.

Come back with that book.

(GRUNTS)

Where do you think

you're going, bear?

It's a train. It comes to

an end, like all of us alas.

(GASPS)

PHOENIX:
Whoops.

Exit bear,

pursued by an actor. (YELPS)

Phoenix Buchanan.

Mrs. Bird?

Oh, so now you remember me?

Well, I never. The cavalry.

An old crone, a little girl

and an insurance man.

What am I going to do?

I'll tell you exactly

what I'm going to do.

- Mmm?

- I'm going to bloomin' well

biff you on the nose.

Not a very good idea.

(BOTH GASP)

Stage combat, level four.

Well, where I come from,

laddie,

they teach you never to bring

a knife to a gunfight.

(C*CKS RIFLE)

I think you'll find

that fires plastic darts.

So it does.

Whereas this sword looks

very sharp.

Back you go.

All of you, back.

And for you, sir,

the jumbo pavlova.

- Ah.

- Enjoy.

Oh, hello, Your Honor.

The hair is looking lovely.

MARY:
Paddington!

Mrs. Brown!

I've got an idea.

Good. Good. Excellent.

Now for your furry friend.

(EXHALES)

Slow down, Jonathan.

PHOENIX:
Coo-ee!

What a clever little bear.

(GRUNTING)

Don't worry.

I know a wee trick

Harry Houdini used to do.

(GRUNTING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Jump, Paddington!

I'll catch you.

No!

- Whoa!

- (GRUNTS)

- (GRUNTS)

- (GROANS)

Bye-bye, bear.

Bullseye!

Stop the train, Jonathan!

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(GASPS)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(PLANE APPROACHING)

(SPLASHES)

KNUCKLES:
Let's go, lads.

(ALL GASP)

Knuckles, you came back.

Can't make marmalade

on my own now, can I?

Thank you, everyone.

Paddington?

He's burning up.

Better get

the little fella to bed.

- JONATHAN:
Mom!

- JUDY:
Paddington!

MARY:
He's not well.

KNUCKLES:
Don't worry,

he's gonna be fine.

Aren't you, little buddy?

JONATHAN:
Paddington!

- Where am I?

- Take it easy now.

You gave us a wee scare,

but you're home now.

- Home?

- That's right. Look.

The police realized they'd

made a terrible mistake.

HENRY:
Phoenix Buchanan

has been arrested, and,

I might add, is no longer

a member of our Platinum Club.

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