The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Edmund! Get away from there!

Peter! What do you think you're doing?

Peter, quickly, the shelter. Now!

- Come on!

- Wait...

Come on, leave it!

Mommy!

Lucy, come on!

- Come on, quickly!

- Run!

Run!

- Hurry!

- Mum!

- Wait! Dad!

- Ed!

- Edmund, no!

- I'll get him!

- Peter, come back!

- Ed! Come here!

Edmund! Get down!

Come on, you idiot, run!

Get out!

Come on!

Hurry!

Why can't you think of anyone

but yourself? You're so selfish!

- You could've got us killed!

- Stop it!

Why can't you just do as you're told?

You need to keep this on, darling.

All right?

You warm enough? Good girl.

If Dad were here,

he wouldn't make us go.

If Dad were here, it'd mean the war

was over and we wouldn't have to.

You will listen to your brother,

won't you, Edmund?

Promise me you'll look after the others.

I will, Mum.

- Good man.

- All aboard! All aboard!

Susan.

Be a big girl.

All right. Off you go.

Hey, get off. I know

how to get on a train by myself.

Get off me!

May I have your tickets, please?

Tickets, please.

Peter.

Come on, Lucy.

We have to stick together now.

Everything's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be fine.

- Bye-bye, dear.

- Bye! We'll miss you! See you soon.

The professor knew we were coming.

Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled.

Come on, hup!

And whoa. Whoa.

- Mrs. Macready?

- I'm afraid so.

Is this it, then?

Haven't you brought anything else?

No, ma'am.

It's just us.

Small favors.

Come on.

Good girl. Come on. Come on.

Professor Kirke is not accustomed

to havin' children in this house.

And, as such, there are a few rules

we need to follow.

There will no shoutin'.

Or runnin'.

No improper use of the dumbwaiter.

No touchin' of the historical artifacts!

And above all,

there shall be no disturbin'

of the professor.

The sheets feel scratchy.

Wars don't last forever, Lucy.

We'll be home soon.

- Yeah, if home's still there.

- Isn't it time you were in bed?

- Yes, Mum.

- Ed!

You saw outside.

This place is huge.

We can do whatever we want here.

Tomorrow's going to be great.

Really.

"Gastrovascular."

Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular.

- Is it Latin?

- Yes.

Is it Latin for

"worst game ever invented"?

We could play hide and seek.

But we're already having so much fun.

Come on, Peter, please.

Pretty please?

- One, two, three, four...

- What?

...five, six, seven, eight,

nine, ten, eleven...

...24, 25, 26...

I was here first!

Were you hiding from me?

No.

Uh, well...

I just... I...

No. No. I-I-I just...

I was just, um...

I didn't want to scare you.

If you don't mind my asking...

what are you?

Well, I'm a...

Well, I'm a faun.

And what about you?

You must be some kind of

beardless dwarf?

I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl!

And, actually, I'm tallest in my class.

You mean to say that

you're a Daughter of Eve?

Well, my mum's name is Helen.

Yes, but you are in fact human.

Yes, of course.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was hiding in the wardrobe

in the spare room, and...

Spare Oom? Is that in Narnia?

Narnia? What's that?

Well, dear girl,

you're in it.

Everything from the lamppost

all the way to Castle Cair Paravel

on the Eastern Ocean,

every stick and stone you see,

every icicle is Narnia.

This is an awfully big wardrobe.

War Drobe? I'm sorry.

Please allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Tumnus.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tumnus.

I'm Lucy Pevensie.

- Oh, you shake it.

- Uh... Why?

I... I don't know.

People do it when they meet each other.

Well, then, Lucy Pevensie

from the shining city of War Drobe

in the wondrous land of Spare Oom,

how would it be if you came

and had tea with me?

Well, thank you very much, but I...

I probably should be getting back.

It's only just around the corner.

And there'll be a glorious fire

with toast and tea and cakes.

And, perhaps, we'll even

break into the sardines.

- I don't know.

- Come on.

It's not every day

that I get to make a new friend.

Well, I suppose I could come

for a little while.

If you have sardines.

By the bucketload.

- You all right?

- Mm-hm.

Well, here we are.

Come along.

- After you.

- May I help you with that?

- Thank you very much.

- Oh.

Now, that... that is my father.

He has a nice face.

He looks a lot like you.

No.

No, I'm not very much

like him at all, really.

My father's fighting in the war.

My father went away to war too.

But that was a long, long time ago.

- Before this dreadful winter.

- Winter's not all bad.

There's ice skating and snowball fights.

- Oh! And Christmas!

- Not here.

No. No, we haven't had a Christmas

in a hundred years.

What? No presents for a hundred years?

Always winter, never Christmas.

It's been a long winter.

But you would have loved Narnia

in summer.

We fauns danced

with the dryads all night,

and, you know, we never got tired.

And music. Oh, such music!

Would... would you

like to hear some now?

Oh! Yes, please.

Now, are you familiar

- with any Narnian lullabies?

- Sorry, no.

Well, that's good.

Because this... probably

won't sound anything like one.

- Oh, I should go.

- It's too late for that now.

I'm such a terrible faun.

Oh, no.

You're the nicest faun I've ever met.

Then I'm afraid you've had

a very poor sampling.

You can't have done

anything that bad.

It's not something I have done,

Lucy Pevensie.

It's something I am doing.

What are you doing?

I'm kidnapping you.

It was the White Witch.

She's the one who makes it

always winter, always cold.

She gave orders.

If any of us ever find a human

wandering in the woods,

we're supposed to turn it over to her.

But, Mr. Tumnus, you wouldn't.

I thought you were my friend.

Now. She may already know you're here.

The woods are full of her spies.

Even some of the trees are on her side.

Can you find your way back from here?

- I think so.

- All right.

Will you be all right?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Here.

Keep it. You need it more than I do.

No matter what happens,

Lucy Pevensie,

I am glad to have met you.

You've made me feel warmer

than I've felt in a hundred years.

Now go.

Go!

It's all right! I'm back! I'm all right!

Shut up! He's coming!

You know, I'm not sure you two

have quite got the idea of this game.

Weren't you wondering where I was?

That's the point.

That was why he was seeking you.

Does this mean I win?

I don't think Lucy

wants to play anymore.

I've been gone for hours.

Lucy, the only wood in here

is the back of the wardrobe.

One game at a time, Lu.

We don't all have your imagination.

But I wasn't imagining!

That's enough, Lucy.

I wouldn't lie about this!

Well, I believe you.

- You do?

- Yeah, of course.

Didn't I tell you about

the field in the cupboards?

Will you just stop?

You just have to make

everything worse, don't you?

- It was just a joke!

- When are you gonna learn to grow up?

Shut up! You think you're Dad,

but you're not!

Well, that was nicely handled.

But... it really was there.

Susan's right, Lucy.

That's enough.

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