Grow (2025) Movie Script
1
Tickets.
Tickets, please.
Enjoy yourselves.
Tickets. Yeah, go on.
Front's all right.
Oh, one sec, sorry.
All right, son! How are you?
What? They did? Oh! Oh, result!
Ah, sweet, yeah.
Yeah, hang on a sec.
Oi!
Where do you think
you're going, kid?
To the airport, sir.
Will there be a movie on board?
Huh!
So what was the plan then,
when you got to the airport?
Stowaway in someone's luggage?
Oi!
Stop running!
Oh!
Where are ya?
No, not now!
Charlie!
Look at me, not the plant.
I know you think your
mum's in America.
Hollywood.
Yeah.
But if we can't find
her in three years,
what makes you think you can?
She's probably just busy
acting in some big movie.
I bet she has to stay in
character, so she can't call
anyone.
N-No doubt.
Anyway...
Anyway,
I am pleased to tell you
that I have got some good news
for you, Charlie.
- You've found my mum?
- No!
But
I have found out
your real surname.
What do you mean?
My surname's Monroe.
Your mum changed her name
to Monroe when you were a baby.
I think she wanted to sound
more like a movie star.
If that's not my real
name, then what is?
On, no!
Oh, you giant heap
of donkey dung!
Boris!
Boris!
Please, don't get up.
You didn't hear me yelling?
- No!
- That tyre's got a puncture.
I'm on my lunch break anyway.
It's 10:30.
All right, I'm coming! Move!
It's like she doesn't care.
Hello?
Yes.
Polly Little's my sister. I
haven't spoken to her in 15
years.
Whatever trouble she's in
is her business.
A what?
Where are you off to?
The city.
Someone die?
Worse.
Whoa!
Thank you so much for coming.
I mean, took a while
to track you down
but we got there in the end.
What did you say her name was?
Charlie, is it true that
your mum's in movies?
She's the next Wonder Woman.
Is she... you know,
house trained?
Charlie's very, er
spirited.
Gifted.
All she ever does
is talk rubbish.
Do you know what I think? Your
mum, she just didn't want you.
She's a very nice young woman.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
- Fight! Fight!
- Charlie!
Charlie.
Smile.
Didn't know I had an aunt.
That makes two of us.
What if my mum
comes back for me?
She knows where to find me.
That's Toby. He doesn't
much like strangers.
Don't know what you're used to
but I go to bed early.
Work starts before dawn
this time of year.
After dinner I like to watch
the weather forecast if you
I think I'll go to bed.
Stairs would be safer.
It's not exactly how I planned
my day going either, you know.
You only came and got me
so you'd have someone
to work on your farm for free.
Oh, yeah, that's right.
First thing I thought
when I saw you was,
there's a kid who looks like she
knows how to deworm a chicken.
I came to get you because,
unlike some other members of our
family,
I don't shirk my
responsibilities.
If you decide to leave,
just use the front door.
Rise and shine.
It's still dark.
Not for much longer.
Who's that?
Hold on. No, wait.
If you're replacing me, you
can't, 'cause that's a child.
- That's child lab our... -
Boris, this is my niece,
Charlie.
All right.
Charlie, this is Boris.
He's an imbecile,
which is ironic really,
'cause he'll be showing you what
to do while I sort out the
tractor
he failed to fix yesterday!
Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.
Ooh!
Start her with something easy.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah,
yeah, no bother.
I can do that.
Is this safe?
Yeah! Safe enough.
Erm, what's in it?
Science stuff. Oh, who cares?
Tractor's bust, so we're
gonna have to go manual.
Start at the top of the field
and then spray weed killer
all down the different rows.
And then, do the polytunnels.
Go on then, off you pop.
And what are you doing?
Supervising.
What have you done?
Oh, you didn't take
the hood off, did you?
Oh, come on. Come
on, up you get.
Upsy-daisy.
It felt like somebody
was spraying it in my face.
- Boris!
- Hold on, that is not my fault.
Right, I gave her the full
safety briefing so, you know...
- You all right?
- Yeah.
I'm... fine.
You weren't going to get her
to do the spraying, were you?
No, no, no, course not.
I was just, sort of,
you know, showing
her what not to do.
Well, not working is your
speciality, I suppose.
Charlie, I've signed
you up for school
so we need to go into town
to pick up some things.
Thank you for all
you've taught me, Boris!
And I want the whole field
sprayed by the time I'm back.
What is in that?!
Pumpkin, pumpkin.
You're gonna kill me
Pumpkin, pumpkin...
Who are the Smythe-Gherkins?
Loony neighbours.
Stay away from there.
I need you to feel me.
Pumpkin, pumpkin.
La-la-la-la-la-la.
Pumpkin pie! This way, please.
Treat your tastebuds
to a good meal!
Come on, sir, don't be afraid.
The pumpkin pies are that way.
It's big and it's
round, pumpkins!
It's mine, give it back!
Give me the pumpkin!
No way! It's my pumpkin!
- It's my pumpkin!
- Get your pumpkins here!
Have you ever seen
such wonderful pumpkins?
Many perfect pumpkins!
That is the best pumpkin pie
I've ever had in my life!
Get all your pumpkins here!
Get another one!
- You get another one!
- No, I saw it first!
Pumpkins here! Come and get 'em!
What is it with this
place and pumpkins?
Don't get me started.
You think it's barmy now,
just you wait till the autumn
when Mugford
Pumpkinfest kicks off.
You don't like pumpkins then?
That's putting it lightly.
Why?
Got my reasons.
Anyway, where exactly were you
running away to last night?
I want to find my mum.
She left you, remember?
That's what Polly's always done.
Leave.
She had to if she was going
to make it in Hollywood.
You can't take a little
kid to auditions.
But I'm older now
and I can look after myself.
When I find her,
she'll see that.
Then we can stay together.
It won't be cheap.
You're talking, plane
ticket to America,
hotel bills.
You'll need to hire
a private detective
to find her, I should think.
That's big bucks.
I can't believe how much stuff
kids need for school these days.
What... It's not like they
even teach you anything useful.
What is a protractor anyway?
Compass?
Calculator!
In my day, you used
your brain and your fingers.
A hundred grand.
I could get a new
combine harvester for that.
And a robot to work it.
Yeah, don't get
too excited, Ned.
No one's ever broken
the one ton barrier.
It's just free advertising
for the sponsors.
Oh, no, no, you wait.
I've already started growing
a giant this year.
May as well write me
the cheque now, eh?
I'm sure the Smythe-Gherkins
will be shaking in their boots,
Ned.
The one I've got
growing up the allotment,
will give you a
run for your money.
Oh, declined. Sorry, Dinah.
Oh, that's all right.
Lovely, thank you.
Nope, same.
How are things at the farm?
Still tough?
We're doing fine, thanks.
Lovely!
Accepted. Phew!
There we go.
You doing anything nice today?
No? Bye!
Who's next?
Charlie! Let's go.
Got to buy you school shoes.
Which probably means me
selling a kidney or two.
I think it's nice.
I'll have that as well.
Oh, hello.
Are you cold?
I'll get you warmer.
Whatever you're selling
we're not interested.
- Goodbye.
- Wait!
I'm not selling anything.
I'm Charlie Little from
next door. Dinah's niece.
Why didn't you say so?
- Come in!
- Whoa!
This is my husband,
Lord Sinclair Smythe-Gherkin.
I am Lady Veronica,
and you, Charlotte Little,
are most welcome.
Sit!
It's just Charlie.
No, I don't think so.
Nicknames are for horses.
Horses!
Are you about to have a party?
And no, this...
this is high tea.
How is your darling aunt?
I do hope she's well.
Must be so hard running
that farm all by herself,
even though it is
so very, very small.
She's okay.
I mean, I think it's hard.
She always seems
a bit tired and grumpy.
That the guy with
the statue in town?
Yes. This is the great
Lord Reginald Smythe-Gherkin.
The first gentleman to bring a
pumpkin into the United Kingdom.
Some say he had
a special ability to communicate
with all manner of
plants and vegetables.
- Really?
- Indeed.
Which may account
for his phenomenal success
in the art of pumpkin rearing.
A talent passed down
through the generations.
Come!
By autumn these
fields will be heaving
with the largest pumpkins
you've ever seen.
Come.
The Smythe-Gherkins have won
the Heaviest Pumpkin Contest
every year for
the last 50 years.
What about 2010?
Did someone else win that year?
Some... cake?
No, thanks.
I came to ask for
some advice, actually.
I want to grow a pumpkin
for the competition too.
So I was hoping I could
maybe get some... tips?
You want to steal our secrets?
What? No.
I just need some advice.
Secret stealer!
Never darken our door again!
Release the hounds!
- Oh, we haven't got any,
darling. - Oh...
Come on, let's get
back to our game.
I'm coming to get you!
Oh, I hope so!
There's got to be someone in
this crazy town who will help
me.
What are you having for lunch,
then? I brought some pumpkin.
Hi!
Excuse me!
Excuse me, officer.
Is there anyone who doesn't mind
sharing their pumpkin
growing secrets?
Get off my grass!
Control to all units.
Yeah, sure, I'm gonna tell you
all the secrets of pumpkinry.
Yeah.
When you said people here
were mad for pumpkins,
I didn't know you
meant like psycho mad.
Well... I suppose you
don't really know someone
until you asked them
for gardening tips.
Why didn't you come to me first?
I thought you'd say no.
You thought right.
Pumpkins, Charlie.
Why do you want to be
bothered with all of that?
You're the one who said
I need cash to find my mum.
The prize money?
That contest has got
a lot to answer for.
I don't want to have
anything to do with it.
That's my dad.
He started entering
the pumpkin growing contest
when I was about your age.
It became an obsession.
And after a while, he completely
forgot about the rest of the
farm
until we nearly lost it all.
The stress of it
killed him in the end.
Same with my mum.
Leaving yours truly
to pick up the pieces
and try and get this place
back on its feet.
Did he...
Grandad ever win the contest?
Never even made the top three.
I'm telling you, Charlie,
it's a waste of time.
The Smythe-Gherkins
always win anyway.
What about 2010?
They didn't win then.
Who did win that year?
Maybe they could help me.
How do you know this guy again?
Arlo!
Dinah Little.
Well, well, well.
Only knew it was a matter
of time before you came, er
knocking on my door.
Well, I'm sorry, my darling,
but that ship has sailed.
Ah, no, please.
That ain't mine, is it?
We snogged once
at a school disco, Arlo.
Ah, but what a snog, huh?
That connection, that magic,
you can't fake that.
This is my niece, Charlie.
She's thinking of entering
the pumpkin contest,
wanted a few tips.
- Well, that's that.
- Hey.
Whoa!
You wanted this.
Whoa!
I'm done with the whole
veg growing thing.
I've got bigger fish to fry now.
Like what?
Mmm! How about
saving the planet Earth, hmm?
In case you hadn't noticed, the
entire world is out of whack.
Besides, even if I wasn't busy.
I wouldn't go back there.
It's just a pumpkin
growing competition.
Not in this town, kid.
This ain't some grow-your-own
salad school project.
This is all-out,
gardening gloves off,
vegetable warfare.
Arlo, give it a rest, yeah?
She just wants some pointers,
just for fun.
Not just for fun!
I'm going to win.
What did you say,
you're gonna win?
Hey, did you hear that, fellas?
A first timer, huh?
What you gonna do?
Wave your magic wand?
No, with...
With what, Charlie?
All right.
This'll sound mad,
and I can't really explain it,
but as far back
as I can remember,
every time I touch
a plant, something
odd happens.
I used to be scared of it but
since I came here I think
I'm starting to understand.
It's like I can feel
what they're feeling.
You know?
No.
Charlie, I know you
want Arlo's help,
but you can't just
make stuff up.
I'm not!
Like...
This one.
Hey, hey, hey!
- Too hot.
- No!
- No!
- Wait, wait, wait.
And... this one.
This one's lonely.
- Lonely.
- Lonely? He's got me.
And
this one.
Hey, stop!
Aphelandra squarrosa.
The zebra plant. Tough to grow,
even tougher to make flower.
There's no flower.
Yeah, I know that!
That's why... I'm working on it.
She was kind of
bored?
And people think I'm weird.
I can't believe you used
to go out with that.
It's a small town, okay? There
wasn't exactly much choice.
Listen
maybe it's for the best.
You start school tomorrow.
Forget all this pumpkin nonsense
and concentrate on making
some new friends.
Can I sit here?
Do you mind?
How's your day going?
At least you didn't
have an hour of algebra.
Guessing you're, what?
About two hundred years old?
I'm only 11, actually.
But I won't take it personally.
You're Charlie Little
from Dinah's farm.
No offence, but I'm not
looking to make friends.
I'm only here till fall.
Don't want to miss
Mugford Pumpkinfest, huh?
No.
Well...
Yeah. I'm going to
win the contest.
Then I'm going to join
my mum in the States.
Impressive.
My dad's going to be
disappointed though.
He's entering the contest too.
Maybe tell him not to bother
this year then.
He's got a big team helping him.
You got much of a team?
I'm working on it.
Morning, gang!
Sweet Monty Don!
We're going to need a spade
and we're going to need
a load of good soil.
Let's go!
Come on!
Mmm.
I don't know.
I've seen more life in
a bale of hay than this lot.
What is it?
It's kale.
Used to make us a decent return.
Now, it seems to be
struggling more every year.
Oh!
Go on then, sensei, let's see
what your magical green fingers
feel?
- Seriously?
- Shh!
Let Chazza focus.
Nothing.
It's weird.
Like the earth's
just gone quiet.
I don't know.
Maybe I've lost it.
Nah. No, you're bang on.
If you can't hear anything,
it's 'cause of that evil muck
you're spraying on it.
Sure it works at
first, but over time,
it just sucks the goodness
right out of the soil.
It's no wonder you
couldn't hear anything.
Did you like that? Bit noisier.
Deafening.
So, I've got these.
What do you think?
A-ha! Oh, yeah, right.
- Bye!
- What are you doing?
Arlo, you are such
a drama queen.
They are nothing but
factory farmed rubbish!
Which you are paying the shop
back for, by the way, Charlie.
But these...
Get all of this
stuff out of the way.
Look. These are descended
from greatness.
Harvested from my own
prize-winning pumpkin Dinah.
- Delila.
- Hmm!
Let's just choose one, shall we?
Just one?
Isn't that a bit of a gamble?
Yar. You know, you've
got to grow hard or go home.
Fine, well. That one, obviously.
Just... Just let's see
what Charlie thinks, hmm?
This one.
That little thing?
It feels different
to all the others.
Like it's got all this power
just waiting to bust out.
Oh, I love it!
You two!
Come on then.
I'm relying on you.
Good luck.
Oh!
And now we must show
our commitment to the new life
that we are creating
by having a wee on it.
Oh, that is enough crazy
for one day, thanks very much.
It's all right, Chazza,
you can add yours later!
What you working on?
Looking at our yields
for the last few years.
Arlo might be a ridiculous
nutter, but he's right about one
thing.
The more chemicals we spray,
the less we seem to harvest.
I felt like I was choking
when I used that weed killer.
You really think plants
feel things like us, don't you?
Yeah, I do.
Well, don't get your
hopes up too much.
What Arlo hasn't told you
is he only won that year
'cause the Smythe-Gherkins'
pumpkin got sat on by a horse.
Hurry up!
Come on!
Grow!
Why aren't you growing?
You've got to chill out,
my little earthworm.
So, now we just, what?
Wait until fall?
That's a joke, right? This is
where the hard work begins.
Welly. Toaster.
Ah, right.
Got a special pumpkin mix.
Come on, earthworm.
No way.
Plants are sensitive.
I shouldn't have to
tell you this, you know.
It'll pick up on our good vibes.
Or totally die of embarrassment.
You wanna get out
of here, right?
You wanna win that cabbage?
You wanna win
that sweet, sweet cheddar?
You wanna find your mum?
Then dance.
Aw! Love that rhythm!
Oh, yar!
Uh! You like that?
Oh, yar! Come on.
Is that all you got? Hey!
Youse got to work it, earthworm.
Yar!
Hey! Hey, come on, lover!
Uh-uh. Nah.
Come and have a dance.
- Nah.
- Come on!
You old stick in the mud!
Oh, yar!
Yeah! I like that.
Hey, don't step on him.
Chazza!
I found a piece
of something real
I caught a glimpse
of how it feels.
And I'm not gonna waste it.
Okay. More your end.
I saw the light burst
through the dark
I swore I felt a tiny spark.
And maybe I can chase it.
'Cause love has.
Never stopped.
Who put this...?
But from now.
Maybe somehow.
Things could work out.
Differently.
Here I am standing
in the driving rain
I can see it coming
like a hurricane.
Hold it still.
Is this happiness.
This feeling in my chest?
I know.
I shouldn't let it go.
It's easy to run away.
But this time I might
just stay aboard.
I'm gonna let it grow.
I'll never let it
go-oh, go-oh, go-oh!
I'll never let it
go-oh, go-oh, go-oh!
I'll never let it
go-oh, go-oh, go-oh!
I'm gonna let it
grow-oh, grow-oh, grow-oh!
Oh-oh!
So, push that down.
Right, left and up.
Now, start her up.
How?
With love now.
Maybe somehow.
Things could work out.
Differently
I'm going let it grow.
And then, that was like the most
disastrous day of our lives.
Okay.
Annual farm meeting.
Oh? It's not one of them
employer review things, is it?
- Lucky for you, no.
- Oh, great.
But I have made some decisions
about the direction of the farm.
Oh, yeah?
It's time we thought about doing
something differently around
here.
We're going to go organic.
- Are we?
- You know, compost.
Green manure, companion farming.
No more chemicals.
Rewilding. Weeding by hand.
You know this is all
just a trendy fad?
It isn't.
Haven't you noticed there's
hardly any birds here anymore?
Farm used to be teeming
with them when I was a kid.
Birds eat crops. Who cares?
Aunt Dinah! Aunt Dinah!
We'll pick this up later.
In fact, no, we won't.
This isn't a debate.
Hello, little fella.
You know what this means now,
don't you?
It's time to give him a name.
Or her.
Sorry, it's a he.
All right, fine. Well,
we'll call him Bob.
Can I get back to work now?
- He doesn't like Bob.
- No, he doesn't like Bob!
I know, what...
what about Steve?
Sorry, that's a no.
- Tony?
- No.
- Harry?
- No.
- Barry?
- No.
- Larry? Gary?
- No. No.
Hieronymus?
Who would like
to be called Hieronymus?
- Nobody. George?
- No.
- Daryll?
- No.
- Lee? Tom?
- No.
Just stop! He doesn't
like any of them.
Oh, for Pete's sake,
this is hopeless.
Wait! That's it.
Hopeless?
It's funny but I don't hate it.
No. Pete!
- Oh.
- Wait.
Peter.
He likes it. He's called Peter!
- Peter.
- Finally.
Mm, there's something else.
Peter's hungry.
Hungry for lion poo.
That sounds pretty expensive.
Who said anything
about paying for it?
I've got a plop dealer.
- He's a big 'un.
- Hmm!
Come on.
Euegh!
Did your friend ask why
we wanted so much lion dung?
I didn't speak to him.
You didn't talk to the friend
who was going to arrange
for the lions to be inside?
I left a message.
Ah, he'll pick it up.
You know, I find one gets used
to the smell quite quickly.
It's actually quite
nice, isn't it?
In the car, now!
- Where you going?
- Charlie!
Guys, relax.
I used to visit all the time
when they were cubs.
They're bound to remember me.
They did not remember me!
My car's never going
to smell the same again,
so I hope you appreciate this.
Can't believe I'm
talking to a pumpkin.
Oh, dear!
I hear you've gone orgasmic.
- You what?
- Up at the farm.
Organic.
Yeah. How's that working out
for you then?
Well, better to do the right
thing than the easy thing, I
say.
I'm sure it'll pay
off... eventually.
Hi, Charlie. Having
a fun summer?
Erm, yeah, I guess.
How's your pumpkin doing?
Think it's a record breaker?
Of course it is.
I asked my dad. He said you
could come to his lab any time
if you want to see his?
I'm a bit busy on the farm.
Oh, I think we can let you
take half a day off.
As long as you make it back up.
I'm Dinah.
You're Don Gregory's
boy, aren't you?
Oliver. Pleased to meet you.
Pleased to meet you.
Well, go on, Charlie.
Besides, it can't hurt to, you
know, check out the competition.
Can we go today?
I have to say, Glen,
it's going very well.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Well, I fully expect
to win that competition
and bring the glorious sunshine
that is free publicity
basking down on to
all of us here at Gargana.
Dad?
Yeah. Well, of course,
I'd stake my career on it.
No, no, I would.
I would stake my career on it.
- Yes.
- Dad?
It, it, it... Don't do that!
Yeah. No, no. I... Look
I won't let you down, Glen.
Er, Glen?
Er, what have I told you about
interrupting me when I'm at
work?
- You're always at work.
- Oh, Glen! You're still there.
Erm... No, not you. Erm, the...
Glen? Oh!
Pumpkins!
This is it.
The JX8 is the result
of years of research
into the science of
ultra-potent fertilisers.
We've been working on reducing
the effects of gravity on the
JX8.
The JX6 and JX7 collapsed
under their own weight.
It was not a pretty sight,
I can tell you. Ugh!
- Doesn't it need sunlight?
- Of course.
But the sun is undependable.
In August and September, it's
only available 14 to 15 hours a
day.
We've improved on it.
You have improved
on the sun?
Oh, yes, indeedy-do-do.
Kevin!
- Right here, Mr Gregory.
- Ooh!
Engage Gargasun!
Gargasun initialising.
Apply protective eye
wear immediately.
Gargasun starting
in three, two, one.
Yap, yap.
It's off right now because
we've been collecting
our daily core samples
from the JX8.
Charlie's growing one
for the contest too.
Oh, isn't that adorable?
- Arlo's helping her.
- 2010 winner Arlo?
Who talks to her?
Ooh, let me have a think.
Erm? Brrrr? No one.
Maybe you should.
What's wrong?
Er, don't touch the subject.
Oliver, if your friend can't
behave, she'll have to leave.
What you're doing here is
totally barbaric and should be
stopped!
- Stop! Oh! Kevin, get her!
- Warning, pumpkin unstable.
- No, no, no! Mr Gregory!
- Warning, pumpkin unstable.
- Mr Gregory! - Kevin! Get her
out! Get her out!
Wow, she is really strong.
I'm sorry.
It's just...
How would you feel being
hooked up to all those machines,
being poked and prodded
and never seeing the sunlight?
I suppose I wouldn't like it
but I'm not a plant, Charlie.
Don't you believe
that plants can feel?
I just can't imagine
treating Peter like that.
Who's Peter?
Yes, if Arlo thinks it's worth
talking to them, erm...
Kevin... Oooh!
Kevin, talk to her.
It... Er...
You know what I mean?
Er, Mr Gregory? Talk to her?
You know, I'm a
Cambridge graduate.
Not a lot of ladies
can pull off orange.
What's a gourd like you
doing in a lab like this?
Stupid! Of course
she wouldn't answer back.
Boris, there's no
easy way to say this.
But I'm gonna have
to let you go.
Sorry, but I'm serious.
I've run the numbers and I can
keep you on for a month or so...
Hold on. But you
know I've been let go
from every other
farm in the county.
That's why I'm prepared
to work for peanuts for you.
This farm has been in your
family for generations, right?
What, and you're just gonna,
like, throw all that way
because Charlie wants
to grow a little pumpkin?
- No, behave! - This place has
been on the slide
long before she
arrived, you know that.
Why don't you just send her back
to the foster home
or wherever she came from?
Let someone else deal
with the little brat.
I want you out of here, now.
- Today.
- What?
I'll pay you two
weeks' severance pay,
but I don't ever want
to see you again.
A month.
Cash.
Otherwise,
I ain't leaving!
Fine.
It's full of salt.
It's for scaring off the crows.
What are you gonna do?
You wanna see what
salt feels like
fired at point blank range into
your big, fat, lazy backside?
Come try me.
Oliver, this is Peter.
Peter, this is Oliver.
He's huge.
He's growing fast,
but he's still not
as big as your dad's.
I wonder how the Smythe-Gherkins
are getting on?
It's a giant. We're stuffed.
They must use some
special fertiliser.
We could ask them.
I do not recommend that.
Charlie.
I just want to
get a closer look.
Warning, ruffians detected!
Defence system activated.
Warning, scallywags in the area!
Warning!
- Reprobates detected!
- It's a trap. Run!
Amateurs.
I don't approve of
setting bees on people,
but you shouldn't
have been trespassing.
I just wanted to
see how big it was.
Why?
The contest isn't for the
biggest. It's for the heaviest.
I've seen small pumpkins
with thick rinds
outweigh giants that
were practically hollow.
It doesn't matter
what the surface looks like.
What's inside is
what makes a champion.
But everybody else has
special tricks and technology.
If you waste all your time
worrying about what other people
are doing,
you'll never accomplish
anything yourself.
You should marry him.
Anyway.
I don't want you two going
near anyone else's pumpkins.
Folks round here are,
well, irrational about them.
There's no telling
what they might do.
It's a scorcher today, Marge.
Let's get you cooled down.
I'll see you after my shift.
You grow big now!
I'm so sorry, Russ.
It's hard when
they split on you.
Large Marge didn't split.
It's too early in the season.
She wasn't big enough.
No.
She was murdered.
Steady on, mate.
There's always next year's.
- Which one of you was it, eh?
- Hey, hey.
I'll arrest you!
I'll arrest all of you!
Steady. Steady.
Calm, calm.
Shh! Nothing to see here.
Go away! Go on! Go on!
It's your first
and last warning!
One more millimetre
and it would've been curtains.
This means war. We have to
post a guard around the clock.
From now on, we are
on a war footing.
I'll sleep outside with him.
- That's ridiculous.
- Nothing is ridiculous in war.
Will you stop saying 'war'?
- Sorry, sorry.
- I'll keep Toby with me.
Fine. But if it rains
you come inside.
The new school term
starts tomorrow.
I'll take day watch.
Thanks, Arlo.
You know what this
means, don't you?
It means they're taking you
seriously as a competitor.
- Really?
- Yar.
Ned and Russell
left a power vacuum.
The rest of the
pack's fallen away.
Which leaves Gargana,
the Smythe-Gherkins...
And you.
On that note,
I wanted to let you know
that I've made a decision
to sell off the back stretch
of land by the stream.
Because we made you go organic?
Because I choose to.
I just wanted you
to hear it from me
instead of those
crazies in town.
Excuse me, I... I
have some errands.
Going...
Going...
Going and...
Sold!
To Mr Gregory from
the Gargana Fertiliser company.
Thank you very much for coming.
Please
leave.
Well, Miss Little,
if I could, er,
trouble you to sign
this, we're all finished.
I used to catch frogs in this
stream when I was a little kid.
Aw, how lovely.
I'm sure it'll be just
as pretty after we divert it.
Excuse me?
Oh... Here are the plans.
Yes, we're going to build
a water feature outside the lab.
A waterfall, koi pond...
It'll be terrific
morale for the staff.
But this will bypass my land.
I rely on this stream
for irrigation water.
You're doing this because of
the pumpkin contest.
Bit paranoid.
But yes.
I need to win that competition
to keep my job.
It's nothing personal.
How is Oliver such a wonderful
child with you as an example?
I could be persuaded to change
my mind about the stream
if, say, you dropped out
of the pumpkin contest.
And I'll add 50,000 to
the purchase price of the land.
Charlie need know
nothing about it.
The pumpkin could meet
a seemingly natural end.
Get off my property, Mr Gregory.
Sorry to say, actually,
you're now on... on my property.
You just signed that there.
Oh!
Not long now, Peter.
We really have to win this.
I'm counting on you.
Ooh! It's huge!
Is there anything else
I could do to help?
Not as big as the
JX8, but still...
Weight's all in the rind. It
could still be heavier than
ours.
Wh-What's happening now?
What...
She's dancing.
- Dancing?
- Yes.
Sort of a Macarena
crossed with classic disco.
Kevin...
Yeah, yes.
Yes, Mr Gregory, I
know what I must do.
Sorry, Oliver, I've
been so distracted.
I promise you once this
competition is out of the way
things will get better.
So, Charlie's pumpkin's
getting pretty big.
I... I hear.
Yeah, she's really going for it.
Oh, that's interesting.
I wonder why?
She wants the prize money
so she can go and find her mum.
Is that right?
What did she tell you about her?
Don't worry, Peter. I'll never
let anything bad happen to you.
I'll look after you
till you're fully grown.
Promise.
Charlie!
Come inside, sweetheart,
or you'll catch a cold.
He say anything interesting?
He doesn't really talk.
It's hard to explain.
Can you try?
It's more like I
pick up his emotions.
He's going to do
all he can to win.
He knows how important it is.
Well, I don't know whether this
thing of yours is real or not.
But I do know you've
taken good care of him.
And I've got to be
extra careful tomorrow.
You know what some people like
to do to pumpkins on Halloween.
I'm going to stay and watch
Peter all day and all night.
Oh, you won't miss
going trick-or-treating?
Nah. Never been.
Never?
- Your mum didn't... - She
always had a party to be at.
Same when we were kids.
But you must have gone
trick-or-treating?
Well, no.
But only because I was too
busy here helping Mum and Dad.
Halloween was always
big for the farm.
When we grew pumpkins that is.
If I get Arlo to watch Peter
tomorrow night
will you go
trick-or-treating with me?
Hey! Hurry up!
Or all the good sweets
will be hoovered up.
Ooh!
What you doing?!
- Didn't mean to scare you.
- Weren't scared!
- I was just surprised.
- Yeah, totally!
The name's Bond
Jane Bond.
Oh...
You look cool, Aunt Dinah.
Thanks.
Go on... Go on,
you two, have fun.
Don't worry about Peter. Me and
him are on patrol, ain't we,
Tobes?
He says 'yeah' in dog.
You ready?
Let's do it.
Hi!
- Trick or treat?
- Trick.
Kingdoms and queens.
They all bow down to you.
Branches and ranch hands
are bowing too.
And I've taken off
my straw hat for you, singing.
Here comes the sun again.
Aunt Dinah?
Oof!
And the leaves on the trees.
They all call out
your name -Come here!
Chrome on the freight line
shines the same.
Trick or treat!
Trick or treat!
- Happy Halloween, Dinah.
- Thank you, Mr Rogers.
Here comes the sun again.
Oh, but if you're gonna stay.
Show some mercy today.
Blow a little breeze on my face.
- Yes!
- Yes!
Singing, here comes
the sun again.
Here comes the sun again.
Oh, yes!
I haven't had that much fun in
ever.
I've been thinking.
How would you feel about making
this whole thing official?
I mean, if you wanted.
- I could adopt...
- Oh, oh!
Charlie!
Mum?
Aah!
I went to the care
home to look for you,
but you weren't there. Oh!
I've been staying
with Aunt Dinah.
Dinah.
Polly.
Don't you worry, baby girl.
Mum's here now.
I won't ever leave
you ever again.
I don't even know why
we're having this conversation.
She's my daughter
and I'm taking her back.
End of story!
You gave up the right to Charlie
when you just upped and left.
I had to sort myself out.
And I have.
- I'm a vegan now.
- Oh, my gosh!
I've got this new
wellness routine
and it's transformed
my breathing.
Well, congratulations
for learning how to breathe!
This is just like you.
Whenever I do something
to better myself,
you have to put it down.
It's not my fault
you're still stuck here.
This isn't about me,
and it isn't about you.
It's about Charlie and
what's best for her!
What's best for her
is to be with her mother!
We have a connection you
couldn't ever understand.
And I've got Gaz now, a proper
father figure for Charlie.
Is this off? I can never tell.
Shut up!
Oliver!
Oliver!
I told you never to come here.
Chill out! Nobody saw me.
- So what's the situation?
- Well...
The Middlesbroughs' pumpkin
bit the dust tonight.
And I chucked a few cans about,
you know, make it
look like some teenagers
- were pulling a Halloween
prank. - Excellent.
Oh! Oh, also, word
on the street is,
no one's got one
the size of yours,
except maybe the
Smythe-Gherkins.
And maybe Dinah Little.
Ah, don't you worry about Dinah
Little. I've taken care of her.
I offered her fifty grand
to drop out of the contest.
Enough to save her farm
but would you believe...
What?
- Hello? Kevin?
- Mr Gregory.
The lab, the toilet
roll, teenagers!
- Everywhere!
- Oh, for goodness sake!
- Yeah, you should...
- I'll be right there.
- All right, Kevin. Love you.
- Bye. Love you too.
Ooh! Someone has toilet papered
the laboratory.
I've got to get down there to
make sure security isn't
compromised.
- Dinah take the pay-off then?
- No, she didn't.
Can you believe it?
But, er, I've made
other arrangements.
Oh.
I'm done arguing.
I'll see you in
court if I have to.
- Fine. I'll see you there.
- Oh!
Did either of you think
to ask me what I want?
Charlie, you're too young
to know what you want.
- I want to go with you.
- Aah!
See, Dinah,
it's not about us,
it's about her.
Charlie.
Are you sure?
Sure.
Can I ask why?
She's my mum.
You're not.
Come on, sweetheart.
Let's get your things.
We're leaving.
It's n... nice cheese. Hmm.
Well, this is it.
A brand new start!
Are you excited?
Where are we going?
L.A., baby!
I can't believe I'm finally
going to Hollywood.
I thought that's where you'd
been for the last three years.
Well, yeah, sweetie,
that was always the plan.
Now I've come into a bit of
money, it can happen for real
this time.
Anyway, no more child
lab our for you.
Getting muddy on
some stupid farm.
Let's go.
Left?
But the contest is
less than a week away.
- She didn't even say goodbye.
- It's her decision.
She wanted to go
with her mother.
Did you try to change her mind?
I made Charlie a promise.
That I would help
her win that contest.
It is a promise
I intend to keep.
You can help or
not, it's up to you.
Well, he's already
developing a fungal infection.
It's as if he misses Chazza.
We'll do what we can.
Right.
Dad, are you here?
We need some pumpkin medicine
for Peter.
With Dinah and the kid out the
way, your only real competition
are the Smythe-Gherkins.
Their pumpkin's well-guarded,
but I can get to it.
Good, good.
Remember, no one gets hurt.
Do I look like that
kind of fella to you?
I've told you, Boris, don't come
to my house and don't come to my
lab!
- If anyone knew...
- Knew what, Dad?
That you had Boris sabotage
the other pumpkins?
No, calm down. You
don't understand.
Oh, I think I do, actually.
Charlie's mum didn't
just come back, did she?
You arranged it, just
to get rid of her.
Maybe I did but
you said yourself
that Charlie wanted to find her
mum and Boris told me that her
mum
wanted her back, but
couldn't afford it.
You paid Charlie's
mum to take her?
Boris lied to you.
Charlie left a home
where they loved her
for a place where they don't
and it's all your fault.
Oliver
our nice house, our nice
clothes, your uni fund
they cost money.
I need this job, and
to keep this job,
I need to win this competition.
Don't you see? I did it for you.
You ruined Charlie's
life because of me?
She was my friend. The first
really good friend I've ever
had.
And now she's gone,
because of you.
Well, I'm sorry, Oliver.
Where is Charlie now?
Have you found me
a new school to go to?
School?
When we get to L.A., I mean.
They'll be plenty of
time for that, Charlie.
I reckon we should
have a holiday first.
How about a road
trip to Las Vegas?
Vegas, baby!
Shouldn't we call Aunt Dinah
and tell her we got to
the airport hotel okay?
I don't want you
speaking to her anymore.
Why don't you get me my purse?
I've seen a vending machine
in reception.
Why don't you get yourself
some chocolate? Mm?
As much as you want.
There.
Come on, babe, don't
let it get cold.
No.
On behalf of
Gargana Laboratories
I'd like to extend our
sincerest apologies
for what has transpired.
And I'm sorry too, Dinah.
Their flights in three hours.
Barely enough time to get to
the city, let alone...
You could always take
my very fast car.
Oh, Mr Gregory!
Your dad's actually
not that bad, Oliver.
What about Boris?
He'll still be out
there smashing pumpkins.
Oh, don't worry about him. I
made a few calls on the way
over.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nice try.
Ooh! Well, that's unexpected.
I... Gah! You're
stronger than you look.
We'd like a word, Boris.
Okay. Yup, yup. Oh!
How big are your hands?
Aaagh!
Have the peasants gone now?
No, the pheasants
are still there.
But we've got rid of those
ghastly poor people.
Excellent.
Would all passengers
on Flight 1802 to Los Angeles
please proceed to
Gate D7 for boarding.
That's us, Charlie!
Come on!
- Charlie?
- Hurry up, Polly.
- I wanna say hello to the
pilot. - I'll catch you up.
What's wrong?
- You nervous about flying?
- No.
What is it then?
We don't want to miss it, do we?
I broke my promise.
Promise?
To who?
To Peter.
Peter?
You mean... your pumpkin?
I promised I'd be there for him
till he was fully grown,
and look after him every day.
But I just left
and he won't understand why.
It'll eat him up inside.
Sweetie
it's just a vegetable.
It doesn't matter!
If you love someone and
they're yours to look after,
you don't just leave.
Not if you really love them.
This is the final boarding call
for Flight 1802 to Los Angeles.
Please make your way
to Gate D7 for boarding.
Sorry, excuse me.
Boarding pass and
passport, please.
Sorry, excuse me.
This is an emergency.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Boarding pass and passport?
Sorry, you don't understand.
I've got to get through.
- I've got to stop that flight.
- What's the flight?
It's L.A.
It's gone.
Sorry, love.
Boarding pass and
passport, please.
Can you step forward?
Aunt Dinah!
Charlie!
I thought you'd gone.
She knows everything.
Sorry, Dinah.
I'm just no good at the whole...
nurturing thing.
Never have been.
It's why I ran away
in the first place.
It's why I ran
away from you too.
You don't have to
come with me, Charlie.
You should go
wherever makes you happy.
Thank you.
That's the sweetest
thing I've ever seen.
Peter.
It's as if without you
he lost the will to survive.
He's angry with me.
Well, you'd better
apologise then.
I'm so sorry for
abandoning you, Peter.
He's growing again.
Faster every second.
But the contest's in five days.
Oh, it's not enough time!
It'll have to be.
'Bedtime tales and
twinkling skies
bring magic to
pumpkins big and wise.'
Oh, place your hands.
On my hope.
Run your fingers...
'In 1943, when Stalin thwarted
his enemies' allies and...'
Oh, and the way that
I feel right now.
Oh Lord, it may go, yeah!
So place your hands.
On my hope.
Run your fingers.
Through my soul.
All right!
Oh, and the way that
we feel right now.
Oh Lord, it may go.
Put your hands on.
Beginning winch
procedure on my mark.
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Three, two, one.
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,
welcome to Mugford Pumpkinfest!
The big, big pumpkin weigh-in
is about to begin!
Pumpkins!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Hey, you did great.
Let's go win a contest.
With only three
contestants left,
no one has hit the 160 stone.
That's a ton to you and me.
Next up, we have the man
who's gonna hope to
blind us with science.
Representing Gargana
fertilisers, it's Donald
Gregory!
Come on!
Come on!
Boo!
Hi. Hi.
- Take it.
- Yeah.
Erm, yeah, this is the JX8.
Er, we grew it in
the Gargana labs
with nutrients and, erm...
HS2 fertiliser.
HS2 fertiliser.
- Great! Great!
- Shall I...?
Yeah, do it. Wonderful.
- Let's squash up the scale!
- Squash up the scale!
156 stone!
A new world record!
Oh, JX8!
You beautiful... bio-engineered
monster!
Oh! Congratulations! We did it!
It's far from over, folks.
This is it, Charlie.
I just want you to know,
whatever happens.
I'm so proud of you.
And I.
I love you too, Aunt Dinah.
And when Peter wins, all the
prize money is going to save the
farm.
Our next contestant
is a newcomer
to the field of competitive
pumpkin growing.
It's the girl who says
she can speak to pumpkins.
It's Charlie Little!
Go on, Chazza!
So, kid, if you can talk to it,
what's your pumpkin called?
Peter.
- Peter what?
- Peter Little.
Little? Doesn't look
very little, does it?
There he is. Go on, Peter!
Wow! Look at that.
Right, let's...
Squash up the scale!
Good luck.
Aunt Dinah.
He's still growing!
That's impossible.
Well, he's doing it.
Come on, Peter, grow!
Come on! Come on!
Come on, Charlie!
Come on, Charlie!
There goes my job.
159 stone!
A new world record
but just shy of the ton.
Wait!
He wants to talk to you.
Peter...
You've made me fall back
in love with my farm.
You brought us together.
I can't thank you enough.
Look! Look, look!
She's done it!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Charlie Little has
broken an imperial ton!
Now just a minute!
This isn't over,
not by a long chalk.
Go home!
As defending champions,
the Smythe-Gherkins
- retain the right to go last.
- Absolutely.
Your right, your ladyship.
And according to the rules,
if more than one
entry breaks a ton,
the prize money goes
to the heavier pumpkin.
What's the name of your pumpkin?
Don't be ridiculous, man.
Pumpkins don't have names.
Anyway, here we go.
Don't clap 'em.
For the last time, let's...
Squash that scale!
Yeah!
In their poor faces!
Oh, what a shocker.
The Smythe-Gherkins
are the champions, again!
And they win
one hundred thousand pounds!
Thank you so very, very much.
Thank you for your
support and...
You all right?
I wanted to save the farm.
We'll get by somehow.
You're not sad we didn't win?
Charlie... I feel like I did.
- I want to say well done to
Peter. - Okay.
You did great.
Let's be good sports about it.
Congratulations.
Charlie!
It's in pain.
Like I feel when
I've eaten too much chocolate.
What a beautiful piece of veg!
And I've got a good idea why.
Move!
That's it. Great.
What are you doing?
Shut up, red queen!
Please could we have security?
Security?
Security, please!
Give me that hailer,
Emcee Pumpkin Patch.
She's juiced!
It's an old trick,
seen it before.
You slice the top off,
then you drill a hole,
and you fill the
pumpkin full of water.
And then you glue
the stem back on.
- Boo!
- Cheater!
It was her idea!
She made me do it!
- What?!
- I'm off!
Come back here, you!
Come on now, settle down,
settle down. Simmer, please.
Come on, please. Thank you.
Let me talk to the
judges, thank you.
Under Section 36B of the Mugford
Pumpkinfest code of conduct,
juicing of a pumpkin is illegal.
Disqualified.
Oh! We have a decision.
They've ruled that
Charlie Little is the winner!
She's just won
one hundred thousand pounds!
Gosh!
You did it!
We did it.
Go on!
Hello, everybody. Welcome
to the Little Pumpkin Farm.
This way's our organic produce
and pick your own fruit.
That way's our pumpkin field.
Where's the rewilded
nature trail?
Just up that way.
Is that the old, abandoned
Smythe-Gherkin estate?
That's right.
Purchased for a knockdown price
after they left town
rather suddenly.
But that's a whole other story.
Less sun.
A change of music.
I think something
upbeat.
Oh, and don't forget
to dance for them.
Arlo.
Look, this might be
quite tough for you,
but I wanted to introduce you
to my new girlfriend.
- Meg.
- Hi.
I knew something was going on
when she came back
three times in one
week to get rhubarb.
Who eats that much rhubarb?
No one should eat
that much rhubarb.
- No.
- No.
- It's nice to meet you.
- And you.
And good luck with him.
Thanks!
You're being very
brave about this.
I'll survive.
We'll see.
Aw! Reckon they
make a nice couple.
All right, you, back
to work, thank you.
Right you are, boss. Apples!
Get your apples!
Two for one!
Whoop!
- All ready for the contest?
- Yep, let's load him up.
Come on, everybody!
It's starting! Come on!
He's a beast, Charlie.
What did you call him this year?
Peter 2.
Charlie!
What the hell have
you got there?!
Look, Mama, no hands!
Ah, please!
Please!
Oh, there he goes!
I can't believe how much stuff
kids need for school these days.
It's not like they
even... ch... ch...
Choo-choo-choo! Choo-choo-choo!
Choo-choo-choo! Choo-choo!
This is the great Reginald
I've forgotten his name.
- Lord Reginald Smythe-Gherkin.
- Thank you very much.
Who said anything about paying?
I's got a plop man.
Yar.
Hurry up!
We'll get you cleaned up. You're
all covered in Marge juice.
Oh, Marge!
Oh, yar!
- Do you want me to hold that?
- No!
Yay!
Hurry up, Polly. We need to g-g.
I made that up.
Are you insured
because it's very ex...
- Cut there!
- Cut there!
- Security!
- Give me that here, Alan Carr!
Aw! Congratulations! We did it!
We did it!
We did it!
You, babe, it's you.
Thank you for watching!
Tickets.
Tickets, please.
Enjoy yourselves.
Tickets. Yeah, go on.
Front's all right.
Oh, one sec, sorry.
All right, son! How are you?
What? They did? Oh! Oh, result!
Ah, sweet, yeah.
Yeah, hang on a sec.
Oi!
Where do you think
you're going, kid?
To the airport, sir.
Will there be a movie on board?
Huh!
So what was the plan then,
when you got to the airport?
Stowaway in someone's luggage?
Oi!
Stop running!
Oh!
Where are ya?
No, not now!
Charlie!
Look at me, not the plant.
I know you think your
mum's in America.
Hollywood.
Yeah.
But if we can't find
her in three years,
what makes you think you can?
She's probably just busy
acting in some big movie.
I bet she has to stay in
character, so she can't call
anyone.
N-No doubt.
Anyway...
Anyway,
I am pleased to tell you
that I have got some good news
for you, Charlie.
- You've found my mum?
- No!
But
I have found out
your real surname.
What do you mean?
My surname's Monroe.
Your mum changed her name
to Monroe when you were a baby.
I think she wanted to sound
more like a movie star.
If that's not my real
name, then what is?
On, no!
Oh, you giant heap
of donkey dung!
Boris!
Boris!
Please, don't get up.
You didn't hear me yelling?
- No!
- That tyre's got a puncture.
I'm on my lunch break anyway.
It's 10:30.
All right, I'm coming! Move!
It's like she doesn't care.
Hello?
Yes.
Polly Little's my sister. I
haven't spoken to her in 15
years.
Whatever trouble she's in
is her business.
A what?
Where are you off to?
The city.
Someone die?
Worse.
Whoa!
Thank you so much for coming.
I mean, took a while
to track you down
but we got there in the end.
What did you say her name was?
Charlie, is it true that
your mum's in movies?
She's the next Wonder Woman.
Is she... you know,
house trained?
Charlie's very, er
spirited.
Gifted.
All she ever does
is talk rubbish.
Do you know what I think? Your
mum, she just didn't want you.
She's a very nice young woman.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
- Fight! Fight!
- Charlie!
Charlie.
Smile.
Didn't know I had an aunt.
That makes two of us.
What if my mum
comes back for me?
She knows where to find me.
That's Toby. He doesn't
much like strangers.
Don't know what you're used to
but I go to bed early.
Work starts before dawn
this time of year.
After dinner I like to watch
the weather forecast if you
I think I'll go to bed.
Stairs would be safer.
It's not exactly how I planned
my day going either, you know.
You only came and got me
so you'd have someone
to work on your farm for free.
Oh, yeah, that's right.
First thing I thought
when I saw you was,
there's a kid who looks like she
knows how to deworm a chicken.
I came to get you because,
unlike some other members of our
family,
I don't shirk my
responsibilities.
If you decide to leave,
just use the front door.
Rise and shine.
It's still dark.
Not for much longer.
Who's that?
Hold on. No, wait.
If you're replacing me, you
can't, 'cause that's a child.
- That's child lab our... -
Boris, this is my niece,
Charlie.
All right.
Charlie, this is Boris.
He's an imbecile,
which is ironic really,
'cause he'll be showing you what
to do while I sort out the
tractor
he failed to fix yesterday!
Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.
Ooh!
Start her with something easy.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah,
yeah, no bother.
I can do that.
Is this safe?
Yeah! Safe enough.
Erm, what's in it?
Science stuff. Oh, who cares?
Tractor's bust, so we're
gonna have to go manual.
Start at the top of the field
and then spray weed killer
all down the different rows.
And then, do the polytunnels.
Go on then, off you pop.
And what are you doing?
Supervising.
What have you done?
Oh, you didn't take
the hood off, did you?
Oh, come on. Come
on, up you get.
Upsy-daisy.
It felt like somebody
was spraying it in my face.
- Boris!
- Hold on, that is not my fault.
Right, I gave her the full
safety briefing so, you know...
- You all right?
- Yeah.
I'm... fine.
You weren't going to get her
to do the spraying, were you?
No, no, no, course not.
I was just, sort of,
you know, showing
her what not to do.
Well, not working is your
speciality, I suppose.
Charlie, I've signed
you up for school
so we need to go into town
to pick up some things.
Thank you for all
you've taught me, Boris!
And I want the whole field
sprayed by the time I'm back.
What is in that?!
Pumpkin, pumpkin.
You're gonna kill me
Pumpkin, pumpkin...
Who are the Smythe-Gherkins?
Loony neighbours.
Stay away from there.
I need you to feel me.
Pumpkin, pumpkin.
La-la-la-la-la-la.
Pumpkin pie! This way, please.
Treat your tastebuds
to a good meal!
Come on, sir, don't be afraid.
The pumpkin pies are that way.
It's big and it's
round, pumpkins!
It's mine, give it back!
Give me the pumpkin!
No way! It's my pumpkin!
- It's my pumpkin!
- Get your pumpkins here!
Have you ever seen
such wonderful pumpkins?
Many perfect pumpkins!
That is the best pumpkin pie
I've ever had in my life!
Get all your pumpkins here!
Get another one!
- You get another one!
- No, I saw it first!
Pumpkins here! Come and get 'em!
What is it with this
place and pumpkins?
Don't get me started.
You think it's barmy now,
just you wait till the autumn
when Mugford
Pumpkinfest kicks off.
You don't like pumpkins then?
That's putting it lightly.
Why?
Got my reasons.
Anyway, where exactly were you
running away to last night?
I want to find my mum.
She left you, remember?
That's what Polly's always done.
Leave.
She had to if she was going
to make it in Hollywood.
You can't take a little
kid to auditions.
But I'm older now
and I can look after myself.
When I find her,
she'll see that.
Then we can stay together.
It won't be cheap.
You're talking, plane
ticket to America,
hotel bills.
You'll need to hire
a private detective
to find her, I should think.
That's big bucks.
I can't believe how much stuff
kids need for school these days.
What... It's not like they
even teach you anything useful.
What is a protractor anyway?
Compass?
Calculator!
In my day, you used
your brain and your fingers.
A hundred grand.
I could get a new
combine harvester for that.
And a robot to work it.
Yeah, don't get
too excited, Ned.
No one's ever broken
the one ton barrier.
It's just free advertising
for the sponsors.
Oh, no, no, you wait.
I've already started growing
a giant this year.
May as well write me
the cheque now, eh?
I'm sure the Smythe-Gherkins
will be shaking in their boots,
Ned.
The one I've got
growing up the allotment,
will give you a
run for your money.
Oh, declined. Sorry, Dinah.
Oh, that's all right.
Lovely, thank you.
Nope, same.
How are things at the farm?
Still tough?
We're doing fine, thanks.
Lovely!
Accepted. Phew!
There we go.
You doing anything nice today?
No? Bye!
Who's next?
Charlie! Let's go.
Got to buy you school shoes.
Which probably means me
selling a kidney or two.
I think it's nice.
I'll have that as well.
Oh, hello.
Are you cold?
I'll get you warmer.
Whatever you're selling
we're not interested.
- Goodbye.
- Wait!
I'm not selling anything.
I'm Charlie Little from
next door. Dinah's niece.
Why didn't you say so?
- Come in!
- Whoa!
This is my husband,
Lord Sinclair Smythe-Gherkin.
I am Lady Veronica,
and you, Charlotte Little,
are most welcome.
Sit!
It's just Charlie.
No, I don't think so.
Nicknames are for horses.
Horses!
Are you about to have a party?
And no, this...
this is high tea.
How is your darling aunt?
I do hope she's well.
Must be so hard running
that farm all by herself,
even though it is
so very, very small.
She's okay.
I mean, I think it's hard.
She always seems
a bit tired and grumpy.
That the guy with
the statue in town?
Yes. This is the great
Lord Reginald Smythe-Gherkin.
The first gentleman to bring a
pumpkin into the United Kingdom.
Some say he had
a special ability to communicate
with all manner of
plants and vegetables.
- Really?
- Indeed.
Which may account
for his phenomenal success
in the art of pumpkin rearing.
A talent passed down
through the generations.
Come!
By autumn these
fields will be heaving
with the largest pumpkins
you've ever seen.
Come.
The Smythe-Gherkins have won
the Heaviest Pumpkin Contest
every year for
the last 50 years.
What about 2010?
Did someone else win that year?
Some... cake?
No, thanks.
I came to ask for
some advice, actually.
I want to grow a pumpkin
for the competition too.
So I was hoping I could
maybe get some... tips?
You want to steal our secrets?
What? No.
I just need some advice.
Secret stealer!
Never darken our door again!
Release the hounds!
- Oh, we haven't got any,
darling. - Oh...
Come on, let's get
back to our game.
I'm coming to get you!
Oh, I hope so!
There's got to be someone in
this crazy town who will help
me.
What are you having for lunch,
then? I brought some pumpkin.
Hi!
Excuse me!
Excuse me, officer.
Is there anyone who doesn't mind
sharing their pumpkin
growing secrets?
Get off my grass!
Control to all units.
Yeah, sure, I'm gonna tell you
all the secrets of pumpkinry.
Yeah.
When you said people here
were mad for pumpkins,
I didn't know you
meant like psycho mad.
Well... I suppose you
don't really know someone
until you asked them
for gardening tips.
Why didn't you come to me first?
I thought you'd say no.
You thought right.
Pumpkins, Charlie.
Why do you want to be
bothered with all of that?
You're the one who said
I need cash to find my mum.
The prize money?
That contest has got
a lot to answer for.
I don't want to have
anything to do with it.
That's my dad.
He started entering
the pumpkin growing contest
when I was about your age.
It became an obsession.
And after a while, he completely
forgot about the rest of the
farm
until we nearly lost it all.
The stress of it
killed him in the end.
Same with my mum.
Leaving yours truly
to pick up the pieces
and try and get this place
back on its feet.
Did he...
Grandad ever win the contest?
Never even made the top three.
I'm telling you, Charlie,
it's a waste of time.
The Smythe-Gherkins
always win anyway.
What about 2010?
They didn't win then.
Who did win that year?
Maybe they could help me.
How do you know this guy again?
Arlo!
Dinah Little.
Well, well, well.
Only knew it was a matter
of time before you came, er
knocking on my door.
Well, I'm sorry, my darling,
but that ship has sailed.
Ah, no, please.
That ain't mine, is it?
We snogged once
at a school disco, Arlo.
Ah, but what a snog, huh?
That connection, that magic,
you can't fake that.
This is my niece, Charlie.
She's thinking of entering
the pumpkin contest,
wanted a few tips.
- Well, that's that.
- Hey.
Whoa!
You wanted this.
Whoa!
I'm done with the whole
veg growing thing.
I've got bigger fish to fry now.
Like what?
Mmm! How about
saving the planet Earth, hmm?
In case you hadn't noticed, the
entire world is out of whack.
Besides, even if I wasn't busy.
I wouldn't go back there.
It's just a pumpkin
growing competition.
Not in this town, kid.
This ain't some grow-your-own
salad school project.
This is all-out,
gardening gloves off,
vegetable warfare.
Arlo, give it a rest, yeah?
She just wants some pointers,
just for fun.
Not just for fun!
I'm going to win.
What did you say,
you're gonna win?
Hey, did you hear that, fellas?
A first timer, huh?
What you gonna do?
Wave your magic wand?
No, with...
With what, Charlie?
All right.
This'll sound mad,
and I can't really explain it,
but as far back
as I can remember,
every time I touch
a plant, something
odd happens.
I used to be scared of it but
since I came here I think
I'm starting to understand.
It's like I can feel
what they're feeling.
You know?
No.
Charlie, I know you
want Arlo's help,
but you can't just
make stuff up.
I'm not!
Like...
This one.
Hey, hey, hey!
- Too hot.
- No!
- No!
- Wait, wait, wait.
And... this one.
This one's lonely.
- Lonely.
- Lonely? He's got me.
And
this one.
Hey, stop!
Aphelandra squarrosa.
The zebra plant. Tough to grow,
even tougher to make flower.
There's no flower.
Yeah, I know that!
That's why... I'm working on it.
She was kind of
bored?
And people think I'm weird.
I can't believe you used
to go out with that.
It's a small town, okay? There
wasn't exactly much choice.
Listen
maybe it's for the best.
You start school tomorrow.
Forget all this pumpkin nonsense
and concentrate on making
some new friends.
Can I sit here?
Do you mind?
How's your day going?
At least you didn't
have an hour of algebra.
Guessing you're, what?
About two hundred years old?
I'm only 11, actually.
But I won't take it personally.
You're Charlie Little
from Dinah's farm.
No offence, but I'm not
looking to make friends.
I'm only here till fall.
Don't want to miss
Mugford Pumpkinfest, huh?
No.
Well...
Yeah. I'm going to
win the contest.
Then I'm going to join
my mum in the States.
Impressive.
My dad's going to be
disappointed though.
He's entering the contest too.
Maybe tell him not to bother
this year then.
He's got a big team helping him.
You got much of a team?
I'm working on it.
Morning, gang!
Sweet Monty Don!
We're going to need a spade
and we're going to need
a load of good soil.
Let's go!
Come on!
Mmm.
I don't know.
I've seen more life in
a bale of hay than this lot.
What is it?
It's kale.
Used to make us a decent return.
Now, it seems to be
struggling more every year.
Oh!
Go on then, sensei, let's see
what your magical green fingers
feel?
- Seriously?
- Shh!
Let Chazza focus.
Nothing.
It's weird.
Like the earth's
just gone quiet.
I don't know.
Maybe I've lost it.
Nah. No, you're bang on.
If you can't hear anything,
it's 'cause of that evil muck
you're spraying on it.
Sure it works at
first, but over time,
it just sucks the goodness
right out of the soil.
It's no wonder you
couldn't hear anything.
Did you like that? Bit noisier.
Deafening.
So, I've got these.
What do you think?
A-ha! Oh, yeah, right.
- Bye!
- What are you doing?
Arlo, you are such
a drama queen.
They are nothing but
factory farmed rubbish!
Which you are paying the shop
back for, by the way, Charlie.
But these...
Get all of this
stuff out of the way.
Look. These are descended
from greatness.
Harvested from my own
prize-winning pumpkin Dinah.
- Delila.
- Hmm!
Let's just choose one, shall we?
Just one?
Isn't that a bit of a gamble?
Yar. You know, you've
got to grow hard or go home.
Fine, well. That one, obviously.
Just... Just let's see
what Charlie thinks, hmm?
This one.
That little thing?
It feels different
to all the others.
Like it's got all this power
just waiting to bust out.
Oh, I love it!
You two!
Come on then.
I'm relying on you.
Good luck.
Oh!
And now we must show
our commitment to the new life
that we are creating
by having a wee on it.
Oh, that is enough crazy
for one day, thanks very much.
It's all right, Chazza,
you can add yours later!
What you working on?
Looking at our yields
for the last few years.
Arlo might be a ridiculous
nutter, but he's right about one
thing.
The more chemicals we spray,
the less we seem to harvest.
I felt like I was choking
when I used that weed killer.
You really think plants
feel things like us, don't you?
Yeah, I do.
Well, don't get your
hopes up too much.
What Arlo hasn't told you
is he only won that year
'cause the Smythe-Gherkins'
pumpkin got sat on by a horse.
Hurry up!
Come on!
Grow!
Why aren't you growing?
You've got to chill out,
my little earthworm.
So, now we just, what?
Wait until fall?
That's a joke, right? This is
where the hard work begins.
Welly. Toaster.
Ah, right.
Got a special pumpkin mix.
Come on, earthworm.
No way.
Plants are sensitive.
I shouldn't have to
tell you this, you know.
It'll pick up on our good vibes.
Or totally die of embarrassment.
You wanna get out
of here, right?
You wanna win that cabbage?
You wanna win
that sweet, sweet cheddar?
You wanna find your mum?
Then dance.
Aw! Love that rhythm!
Oh, yar!
Uh! You like that?
Oh, yar! Come on.
Is that all you got? Hey!
Youse got to work it, earthworm.
Yar!
Hey! Hey, come on, lover!
Uh-uh. Nah.
Come and have a dance.
- Nah.
- Come on!
You old stick in the mud!
Oh, yar!
Yeah! I like that.
Hey, don't step on him.
Chazza!
I found a piece
of something real
I caught a glimpse
of how it feels.
And I'm not gonna waste it.
Okay. More your end.
I saw the light burst
through the dark
I swore I felt a tiny spark.
And maybe I can chase it.
'Cause love has.
Never stopped.
Who put this...?
But from now.
Maybe somehow.
Things could work out.
Differently.
Here I am standing
in the driving rain
I can see it coming
like a hurricane.
Hold it still.
Is this happiness.
This feeling in my chest?
I know.
I shouldn't let it go.
It's easy to run away.
But this time I might
just stay aboard.
I'm gonna let it grow.
I'll never let it
go-oh, go-oh, go-oh!
I'll never let it
go-oh, go-oh, go-oh!
I'll never let it
go-oh, go-oh, go-oh!
I'm gonna let it
grow-oh, grow-oh, grow-oh!
Oh-oh!
So, push that down.
Right, left and up.
Now, start her up.
How?
With love now.
Maybe somehow.
Things could work out.
Differently
I'm going let it grow.
And then, that was like the most
disastrous day of our lives.
Okay.
Annual farm meeting.
Oh? It's not one of them
employer review things, is it?
- Lucky for you, no.
- Oh, great.
But I have made some decisions
about the direction of the farm.
Oh, yeah?
It's time we thought about doing
something differently around
here.
We're going to go organic.
- Are we?
- You know, compost.
Green manure, companion farming.
No more chemicals.
Rewilding. Weeding by hand.
You know this is all
just a trendy fad?
It isn't.
Haven't you noticed there's
hardly any birds here anymore?
Farm used to be teeming
with them when I was a kid.
Birds eat crops. Who cares?
Aunt Dinah! Aunt Dinah!
We'll pick this up later.
In fact, no, we won't.
This isn't a debate.
Hello, little fella.
You know what this means now,
don't you?
It's time to give him a name.
Or her.
Sorry, it's a he.
All right, fine. Well,
we'll call him Bob.
Can I get back to work now?
- He doesn't like Bob.
- No, he doesn't like Bob!
I know, what...
what about Steve?
Sorry, that's a no.
- Tony?
- No.
- Harry?
- No.
- Barry?
- No.
- Larry? Gary?
- No. No.
Hieronymus?
Who would like
to be called Hieronymus?
- Nobody. George?
- No.
- Daryll?
- No.
- Lee? Tom?
- No.
Just stop! He doesn't
like any of them.
Oh, for Pete's sake,
this is hopeless.
Wait! That's it.
Hopeless?
It's funny but I don't hate it.
No. Pete!
- Oh.
- Wait.
Peter.
He likes it. He's called Peter!
- Peter.
- Finally.
Mm, there's something else.
Peter's hungry.
Hungry for lion poo.
That sounds pretty expensive.
Who said anything
about paying for it?
I've got a plop dealer.
- He's a big 'un.
- Hmm!
Come on.
Euegh!
Did your friend ask why
we wanted so much lion dung?
I didn't speak to him.
You didn't talk to the friend
who was going to arrange
for the lions to be inside?
I left a message.
Ah, he'll pick it up.
You know, I find one gets used
to the smell quite quickly.
It's actually quite
nice, isn't it?
In the car, now!
- Where you going?
- Charlie!
Guys, relax.
I used to visit all the time
when they were cubs.
They're bound to remember me.
They did not remember me!
My car's never going
to smell the same again,
so I hope you appreciate this.
Can't believe I'm
talking to a pumpkin.
Oh, dear!
I hear you've gone orgasmic.
- You what?
- Up at the farm.
Organic.
Yeah. How's that working out
for you then?
Well, better to do the right
thing than the easy thing, I
say.
I'm sure it'll pay
off... eventually.
Hi, Charlie. Having
a fun summer?
Erm, yeah, I guess.
How's your pumpkin doing?
Think it's a record breaker?
Of course it is.
I asked my dad. He said you
could come to his lab any time
if you want to see his?
I'm a bit busy on the farm.
Oh, I think we can let you
take half a day off.
As long as you make it back up.
I'm Dinah.
You're Don Gregory's
boy, aren't you?
Oliver. Pleased to meet you.
Pleased to meet you.
Well, go on, Charlie.
Besides, it can't hurt to, you
know, check out the competition.
Can we go today?
I have to say, Glen,
it's going very well.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Well, I fully expect
to win that competition
and bring the glorious sunshine
that is free publicity
basking down on to
all of us here at Gargana.
Dad?
Yeah. Well, of course,
I'd stake my career on it.
No, no, I would.
I would stake my career on it.
- Yes.
- Dad?
It, it, it... Don't do that!
Yeah. No, no. I... Look
I won't let you down, Glen.
Er, Glen?
Er, what have I told you about
interrupting me when I'm at
work?
- You're always at work.
- Oh, Glen! You're still there.
Erm... No, not you. Erm, the...
Glen? Oh!
Pumpkins!
This is it.
The JX8 is the result
of years of research
into the science of
ultra-potent fertilisers.
We've been working on reducing
the effects of gravity on the
JX8.
The JX6 and JX7 collapsed
under their own weight.
It was not a pretty sight,
I can tell you. Ugh!
- Doesn't it need sunlight?
- Of course.
But the sun is undependable.
In August and September, it's
only available 14 to 15 hours a
day.
We've improved on it.
You have improved
on the sun?
Oh, yes, indeedy-do-do.
Kevin!
- Right here, Mr Gregory.
- Ooh!
Engage Gargasun!
Gargasun initialising.
Apply protective eye
wear immediately.
Gargasun starting
in three, two, one.
Yap, yap.
It's off right now because
we've been collecting
our daily core samples
from the JX8.
Charlie's growing one
for the contest too.
Oh, isn't that adorable?
- Arlo's helping her.
- 2010 winner Arlo?
Who talks to her?
Ooh, let me have a think.
Erm? Brrrr? No one.
Maybe you should.
What's wrong?
Er, don't touch the subject.
Oliver, if your friend can't
behave, she'll have to leave.
What you're doing here is
totally barbaric and should be
stopped!
- Stop! Oh! Kevin, get her!
- Warning, pumpkin unstable.
- No, no, no! Mr Gregory!
- Warning, pumpkin unstable.
- Mr Gregory! - Kevin! Get her
out! Get her out!
Wow, she is really strong.
I'm sorry.
It's just...
How would you feel being
hooked up to all those machines,
being poked and prodded
and never seeing the sunlight?
I suppose I wouldn't like it
but I'm not a plant, Charlie.
Don't you believe
that plants can feel?
I just can't imagine
treating Peter like that.
Who's Peter?
Yes, if Arlo thinks it's worth
talking to them, erm...
Kevin... Oooh!
Kevin, talk to her.
It... Er...
You know what I mean?
Er, Mr Gregory? Talk to her?
You know, I'm a
Cambridge graduate.
Not a lot of ladies
can pull off orange.
What's a gourd like you
doing in a lab like this?
Stupid! Of course
she wouldn't answer back.
Boris, there's no
easy way to say this.
But I'm gonna have
to let you go.
Sorry, but I'm serious.
I've run the numbers and I can
keep you on for a month or so...
Hold on. But you
know I've been let go
from every other
farm in the county.
That's why I'm prepared
to work for peanuts for you.
This farm has been in your
family for generations, right?
What, and you're just gonna,
like, throw all that way
because Charlie wants
to grow a little pumpkin?
- No, behave! - This place has
been on the slide
long before she
arrived, you know that.
Why don't you just send her back
to the foster home
or wherever she came from?
Let someone else deal
with the little brat.
I want you out of here, now.
- Today.
- What?
I'll pay you two
weeks' severance pay,
but I don't ever want
to see you again.
A month.
Cash.
Otherwise,
I ain't leaving!
Fine.
It's full of salt.
It's for scaring off the crows.
What are you gonna do?
You wanna see what
salt feels like
fired at point blank range into
your big, fat, lazy backside?
Come try me.
Oliver, this is Peter.
Peter, this is Oliver.
He's huge.
He's growing fast,
but he's still not
as big as your dad's.
I wonder how the Smythe-Gherkins
are getting on?
It's a giant. We're stuffed.
They must use some
special fertiliser.
We could ask them.
I do not recommend that.
Charlie.
I just want to
get a closer look.
Warning, ruffians detected!
Defence system activated.
Warning, scallywags in the area!
Warning!
- Reprobates detected!
- It's a trap. Run!
Amateurs.
I don't approve of
setting bees on people,
but you shouldn't
have been trespassing.
I just wanted to
see how big it was.
Why?
The contest isn't for the
biggest. It's for the heaviest.
I've seen small pumpkins
with thick rinds
outweigh giants that
were practically hollow.
It doesn't matter
what the surface looks like.
What's inside is
what makes a champion.
But everybody else has
special tricks and technology.
If you waste all your time
worrying about what other people
are doing,
you'll never accomplish
anything yourself.
You should marry him.
Anyway.
I don't want you two going
near anyone else's pumpkins.
Folks round here are,
well, irrational about them.
There's no telling
what they might do.
It's a scorcher today, Marge.
Let's get you cooled down.
I'll see you after my shift.
You grow big now!
I'm so sorry, Russ.
It's hard when
they split on you.
Large Marge didn't split.
It's too early in the season.
She wasn't big enough.
No.
She was murdered.
Steady on, mate.
There's always next year's.
- Which one of you was it, eh?
- Hey, hey.
I'll arrest you!
I'll arrest all of you!
Steady. Steady.
Calm, calm.
Shh! Nothing to see here.
Go away! Go on! Go on!
It's your first
and last warning!
One more millimetre
and it would've been curtains.
This means war. We have to
post a guard around the clock.
From now on, we are
on a war footing.
I'll sleep outside with him.
- That's ridiculous.
- Nothing is ridiculous in war.
Will you stop saying 'war'?
- Sorry, sorry.
- I'll keep Toby with me.
Fine. But if it rains
you come inside.
The new school term
starts tomorrow.
I'll take day watch.
Thanks, Arlo.
You know what this
means, don't you?
It means they're taking you
seriously as a competitor.
- Really?
- Yar.
Ned and Russell
left a power vacuum.
The rest of the
pack's fallen away.
Which leaves Gargana,
the Smythe-Gherkins...
And you.
On that note,
I wanted to let you know
that I've made a decision
to sell off the back stretch
of land by the stream.
Because we made you go organic?
Because I choose to.
I just wanted you
to hear it from me
instead of those
crazies in town.
Excuse me, I... I
have some errands.
Going...
Going...
Going and...
Sold!
To Mr Gregory from
the Gargana Fertiliser company.
Thank you very much for coming.
Please
leave.
Well, Miss Little,
if I could, er,
trouble you to sign
this, we're all finished.
I used to catch frogs in this
stream when I was a little kid.
Aw, how lovely.
I'm sure it'll be just
as pretty after we divert it.
Excuse me?
Oh... Here are the plans.
Yes, we're going to build
a water feature outside the lab.
A waterfall, koi pond...
It'll be terrific
morale for the staff.
But this will bypass my land.
I rely on this stream
for irrigation water.
You're doing this because of
the pumpkin contest.
Bit paranoid.
But yes.
I need to win that competition
to keep my job.
It's nothing personal.
How is Oliver such a wonderful
child with you as an example?
I could be persuaded to change
my mind about the stream
if, say, you dropped out
of the pumpkin contest.
And I'll add 50,000 to
the purchase price of the land.
Charlie need know
nothing about it.
The pumpkin could meet
a seemingly natural end.
Get off my property, Mr Gregory.
Sorry to say, actually,
you're now on... on my property.
You just signed that there.
Oh!
Not long now, Peter.
We really have to win this.
I'm counting on you.
Ooh! It's huge!
Is there anything else
I could do to help?
Not as big as the
JX8, but still...
Weight's all in the rind. It
could still be heavier than
ours.
Wh-What's happening now?
What...
She's dancing.
- Dancing?
- Yes.
Sort of a Macarena
crossed with classic disco.
Kevin...
Yeah, yes.
Yes, Mr Gregory, I
know what I must do.
Sorry, Oliver, I've
been so distracted.
I promise you once this
competition is out of the way
things will get better.
So, Charlie's pumpkin's
getting pretty big.
I... I hear.
Yeah, she's really going for it.
Oh, that's interesting.
I wonder why?
She wants the prize money
so she can go and find her mum.
Is that right?
What did she tell you about her?
Don't worry, Peter. I'll never
let anything bad happen to you.
I'll look after you
till you're fully grown.
Promise.
Charlie!
Come inside, sweetheart,
or you'll catch a cold.
He say anything interesting?
He doesn't really talk.
It's hard to explain.
Can you try?
It's more like I
pick up his emotions.
He's going to do
all he can to win.
He knows how important it is.
Well, I don't know whether this
thing of yours is real or not.
But I do know you've
taken good care of him.
And I've got to be
extra careful tomorrow.
You know what some people like
to do to pumpkins on Halloween.
I'm going to stay and watch
Peter all day and all night.
Oh, you won't miss
going trick-or-treating?
Nah. Never been.
Never?
- Your mum didn't... - She
always had a party to be at.
Same when we were kids.
But you must have gone
trick-or-treating?
Well, no.
But only because I was too
busy here helping Mum and Dad.
Halloween was always
big for the farm.
When we grew pumpkins that is.
If I get Arlo to watch Peter
tomorrow night
will you go
trick-or-treating with me?
Hey! Hurry up!
Or all the good sweets
will be hoovered up.
Ooh!
What you doing?!
- Didn't mean to scare you.
- Weren't scared!
- I was just surprised.
- Yeah, totally!
The name's Bond
Jane Bond.
Oh...
You look cool, Aunt Dinah.
Thanks.
Go on... Go on,
you two, have fun.
Don't worry about Peter. Me and
him are on patrol, ain't we,
Tobes?
He says 'yeah' in dog.
You ready?
Let's do it.
Hi!
- Trick or treat?
- Trick.
Kingdoms and queens.
They all bow down to you.
Branches and ranch hands
are bowing too.
And I've taken off
my straw hat for you, singing.
Here comes the sun again.
Aunt Dinah?
Oof!
And the leaves on the trees.
They all call out
your name -Come here!
Chrome on the freight line
shines the same.
Trick or treat!
Trick or treat!
- Happy Halloween, Dinah.
- Thank you, Mr Rogers.
Here comes the sun again.
Oh, but if you're gonna stay.
Show some mercy today.
Blow a little breeze on my face.
- Yes!
- Yes!
Singing, here comes
the sun again.
Here comes the sun again.
Oh, yes!
I haven't had that much fun in
ever.
I've been thinking.
How would you feel about making
this whole thing official?
I mean, if you wanted.
- I could adopt...
- Oh, oh!
Charlie!
Mum?
Aah!
I went to the care
home to look for you,
but you weren't there. Oh!
I've been staying
with Aunt Dinah.
Dinah.
Polly.
Don't you worry, baby girl.
Mum's here now.
I won't ever leave
you ever again.
I don't even know why
we're having this conversation.
She's my daughter
and I'm taking her back.
End of story!
You gave up the right to Charlie
when you just upped and left.
I had to sort myself out.
And I have.
- I'm a vegan now.
- Oh, my gosh!
I've got this new
wellness routine
and it's transformed
my breathing.
Well, congratulations
for learning how to breathe!
This is just like you.
Whenever I do something
to better myself,
you have to put it down.
It's not my fault
you're still stuck here.
This isn't about me,
and it isn't about you.
It's about Charlie and
what's best for her!
What's best for her
is to be with her mother!
We have a connection you
couldn't ever understand.
And I've got Gaz now, a proper
father figure for Charlie.
Is this off? I can never tell.
Shut up!
Oliver!
Oliver!
I told you never to come here.
Chill out! Nobody saw me.
- So what's the situation?
- Well...
The Middlesbroughs' pumpkin
bit the dust tonight.
And I chucked a few cans about,
you know, make it
look like some teenagers
- were pulling a Halloween
prank. - Excellent.
Oh! Oh, also, word
on the street is,
no one's got one
the size of yours,
except maybe the
Smythe-Gherkins.
And maybe Dinah Little.
Ah, don't you worry about Dinah
Little. I've taken care of her.
I offered her fifty grand
to drop out of the contest.
Enough to save her farm
but would you believe...
What?
- Hello? Kevin?
- Mr Gregory.
The lab, the toilet
roll, teenagers!
- Everywhere!
- Oh, for goodness sake!
- Yeah, you should...
- I'll be right there.
- All right, Kevin. Love you.
- Bye. Love you too.
Ooh! Someone has toilet papered
the laboratory.
I've got to get down there to
make sure security isn't
compromised.
- Dinah take the pay-off then?
- No, she didn't.
Can you believe it?
But, er, I've made
other arrangements.
Oh.
I'm done arguing.
I'll see you in
court if I have to.
- Fine. I'll see you there.
- Oh!
Did either of you think
to ask me what I want?
Charlie, you're too young
to know what you want.
- I want to go with you.
- Aah!
See, Dinah,
it's not about us,
it's about her.
Charlie.
Are you sure?
Sure.
Can I ask why?
She's my mum.
You're not.
Come on, sweetheart.
Let's get your things.
We're leaving.
It's n... nice cheese. Hmm.
Well, this is it.
A brand new start!
Are you excited?
Where are we going?
L.A., baby!
I can't believe I'm finally
going to Hollywood.
I thought that's where you'd
been for the last three years.
Well, yeah, sweetie,
that was always the plan.
Now I've come into a bit of
money, it can happen for real
this time.
Anyway, no more child
lab our for you.
Getting muddy on
some stupid farm.
Let's go.
Left?
But the contest is
less than a week away.
- She didn't even say goodbye.
- It's her decision.
She wanted to go
with her mother.
Did you try to change her mind?
I made Charlie a promise.
That I would help
her win that contest.
It is a promise
I intend to keep.
You can help or
not, it's up to you.
Well, he's already
developing a fungal infection.
It's as if he misses Chazza.
We'll do what we can.
Right.
Dad, are you here?
We need some pumpkin medicine
for Peter.
With Dinah and the kid out the
way, your only real competition
are the Smythe-Gherkins.
Their pumpkin's well-guarded,
but I can get to it.
Good, good.
Remember, no one gets hurt.
Do I look like that
kind of fella to you?
I've told you, Boris, don't come
to my house and don't come to my
lab!
- If anyone knew...
- Knew what, Dad?
That you had Boris sabotage
the other pumpkins?
No, calm down. You
don't understand.
Oh, I think I do, actually.
Charlie's mum didn't
just come back, did she?
You arranged it, just
to get rid of her.
Maybe I did but
you said yourself
that Charlie wanted to find her
mum and Boris told me that her
mum
wanted her back, but
couldn't afford it.
You paid Charlie's
mum to take her?
Boris lied to you.
Charlie left a home
where they loved her
for a place where they don't
and it's all your fault.
Oliver
our nice house, our nice
clothes, your uni fund
they cost money.
I need this job, and
to keep this job,
I need to win this competition.
Don't you see? I did it for you.
You ruined Charlie's
life because of me?
She was my friend. The first
really good friend I've ever
had.
And now she's gone,
because of you.
Well, I'm sorry, Oliver.
Where is Charlie now?
Have you found me
a new school to go to?
School?
When we get to L.A., I mean.
They'll be plenty of
time for that, Charlie.
I reckon we should
have a holiday first.
How about a road
trip to Las Vegas?
Vegas, baby!
Shouldn't we call Aunt Dinah
and tell her we got to
the airport hotel okay?
I don't want you
speaking to her anymore.
Why don't you get me my purse?
I've seen a vending machine
in reception.
Why don't you get yourself
some chocolate? Mm?
As much as you want.
There.
Come on, babe, don't
let it get cold.
No.
On behalf of
Gargana Laboratories
I'd like to extend our
sincerest apologies
for what has transpired.
And I'm sorry too, Dinah.
Their flights in three hours.
Barely enough time to get to
the city, let alone...
You could always take
my very fast car.
Oh, Mr Gregory!
Your dad's actually
not that bad, Oliver.
What about Boris?
He'll still be out
there smashing pumpkins.
Oh, don't worry about him. I
made a few calls on the way
over.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nice try.
Ooh! Well, that's unexpected.
I... Gah! You're
stronger than you look.
We'd like a word, Boris.
Okay. Yup, yup. Oh!
How big are your hands?
Aaagh!
Have the peasants gone now?
No, the pheasants
are still there.
But we've got rid of those
ghastly poor people.
Excellent.
Would all passengers
on Flight 1802 to Los Angeles
please proceed to
Gate D7 for boarding.
That's us, Charlie!
Come on!
- Charlie?
- Hurry up, Polly.
- I wanna say hello to the
pilot. - I'll catch you up.
What's wrong?
- You nervous about flying?
- No.
What is it then?
We don't want to miss it, do we?
I broke my promise.
Promise?
To who?
To Peter.
Peter?
You mean... your pumpkin?
I promised I'd be there for him
till he was fully grown,
and look after him every day.
But I just left
and he won't understand why.
It'll eat him up inside.
Sweetie
it's just a vegetable.
It doesn't matter!
If you love someone and
they're yours to look after,
you don't just leave.
Not if you really love them.
This is the final boarding call
for Flight 1802 to Los Angeles.
Please make your way
to Gate D7 for boarding.
Sorry, excuse me.
Boarding pass and
passport, please.
Sorry, excuse me.
This is an emergency.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Boarding pass and passport?
Sorry, you don't understand.
I've got to get through.
- I've got to stop that flight.
- What's the flight?
It's L.A.
It's gone.
Sorry, love.
Boarding pass and
passport, please.
Can you step forward?
Aunt Dinah!
Charlie!
I thought you'd gone.
She knows everything.
Sorry, Dinah.
I'm just no good at the whole...
nurturing thing.
Never have been.
It's why I ran away
in the first place.
It's why I ran
away from you too.
You don't have to
come with me, Charlie.
You should go
wherever makes you happy.
Thank you.
That's the sweetest
thing I've ever seen.
Peter.
It's as if without you
he lost the will to survive.
He's angry with me.
Well, you'd better
apologise then.
I'm so sorry for
abandoning you, Peter.
He's growing again.
Faster every second.
But the contest's in five days.
Oh, it's not enough time!
It'll have to be.
'Bedtime tales and
twinkling skies
bring magic to
pumpkins big and wise.'
Oh, place your hands.
On my hope.
Run your fingers...
'In 1943, when Stalin thwarted
his enemies' allies and...'
Oh, and the way that
I feel right now.
Oh Lord, it may go, yeah!
So place your hands.
On my hope.
Run your fingers.
Through my soul.
All right!
Oh, and the way that
we feel right now.
Oh Lord, it may go.
Put your hands on.
Beginning winch
procedure on my mark.
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Three, two, one.
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,
welcome to Mugford Pumpkinfest!
The big, big pumpkin weigh-in
is about to begin!
Pumpkins!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Put your hands on!
Hey, you did great.
Let's go win a contest.
With only three
contestants left,
no one has hit the 160 stone.
That's a ton to you and me.
Next up, we have the man
who's gonna hope to
blind us with science.
Representing Gargana
fertilisers, it's Donald
Gregory!
Come on!
Come on!
Boo!
Hi. Hi.
- Take it.
- Yeah.
Erm, yeah, this is the JX8.
Er, we grew it in
the Gargana labs
with nutrients and, erm...
HS2 fertiliser.
HS2 fertiliser.
- Great! Great!
- Shall I...?
Yeah, do it. Wonderful.
- Let's squash up the scale!
- Squash up the scale!
156 stone!
A new world record!
Oh, JX8!
You beautiful... bio-engineered
monster!
Oh! Congratulations! We did it!
It's far from over, folks.
This is it, Charlie.
I just want you to know,
whatever happens.
I'm so proud of you.
And I.
I love you too, Aunt Dinah.
And when Peter wins, all the
prize money is going to save the
farm.
Our next contestant
is a newcomer
to the field of competitive
pumpkin growing.
It's the girl who says
she can speak to pumpkins.
It's Charlie Little!
Go on, Chazza!
So, kid, if you can talk to it,
what's your pumpkin called?
Peter.
- Peter what?
- Peter Little.
Little? Doesn't look
very little, does it?
There he is. Go on, Peter!
Wow! Look at that.
Right, let's...
Squash up the scale!
Good luck.
Aunt Dinah.
He's still growing!
That's impossible.
Well, he's doing it.
Come on, Peter, grow!
Come on! Come on!
Come on, Charlie!
Come on, Charlie!
There goes my job.
159 stone!
A new world record
but just shy of the ton.
Wait!
He wants to talk to you.
Peter...
You've made me fall back
in love with my farm.
You brought us together.
I can't thank you enough.
Look! Look, look!
She's done it!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Charlie Little has
broken an imperial ton!
Now just a minute!
This isn't over,
not by a long chalk.
Go home!
As defending champions,
the Smythe-Gherkins
- retain the right to go last.
- Absolutely.
Your right, your ladyship.
And according to the rules,
if more than one
entry breaks a ton,
the prize money goes
to the heavier pumpkin.
What's the name of your pumpkin?
Don't be ridiculous, man.
Pumpkins don't have names.
Anyway, here we go.
Don't clap 'em.
For the last time, let's...
Squash that scale!
Yeah!
In their poor faces!
Oh, what a shocker.
The Smythe-Gherkins
are the champions, again!
And they win
one hundred thousand pounds!
Thank you so very, very much.
Thank you for your
support and...
You all right?
I wanted to save the farm.
We'll get by somehow.
You're not sad we didn't win?
Charlie... I feel like I did.
- I want to say well done to
Peter. - Okay.
You did great.
Let's be good sports about it.
Congratulations.
Charlie!
It's in pain.
Like I feel when
I've eaten too much chocolate.
What a beautiful piece of veg!
And I've got a good idea why.
Move!
That's it. Great.
What are you doing?
Shut up, red queen!
Please could we have security?
Security?
Security, please!
Give me that hailer,
Emcee Pumpkin Patch.
She's juiced!
It's an old trick,
seen it before.
You slice the top off,
then you drill a hole,
and you fill the
pumpkin full of water.
And then you glue
the stem back on.
- Boo!
- Cheater!
It was her idea!
She made me do it!
- What?!
- I'm off!
Come back here, you!
Come on now, settle down,
settle down. Simmer, please.
Come on, please. Thank you.
Let me talk to the
judges, thank you.
Under Section 36B of the Mugford
Pumpkinfest code of conduct,
juicing of a pumpkin is illegal.
Disqualified.
Oh! We have a decision.
They've ruled that
Charlie Little is the winner!
She's just won
one hundred thousand pounds!
Gosh!
You did it!
We did it.
Go on!
Hello, everybody. Welcome
to the Little Pumpkin Farm.
This way's our organic produce
and pick your own fruit.
That way's our pumpkin field.
Where's the rewilded
nature trail?
Just up that way.
Is that the old, abandoned
Smythe-Gherkin estate?
That's right.
Purchased for a knockdown price
after they left town
rather suddenly.
But that's a whole other story.
Less sun.
A change of music.
I think something
upbeat.
Oh, and don't forget
to dance for them.
Arlo.
Look, this might be
quite tough for you,
but I wanted to introduce you
to my new girlfriend.
- Meg.
- Hi.
I knew something was going on
when she came back
three times in one
week to get rhubarb.
Who eats that much rhubarb?
No one should eat
that much rhubarb.
- No.
- No.
- It's nice to meet you.
- And you.
And good luck with him.
Thanks!
You're being very
brave about this.
I'll survive.
We'll see.
Aw! Reckon they
make a nice couple.
All right, you, back
to work, thank you.
Right you are, boss. Apples!
Get your apples!
Two for one!
Whoop!
- All ready for the contest?
- Yep, let's load him up.
Come on, everybody!
It's starting! Come on!
He's a beast, Charlie.
What did you call him this year?
Peter 2.
Charlie!
What the hell have
you got there?!
Look, Mama, no hands!
Ah, please!
Please!
Oh, there he goes!
I can't believe how much stuff
kids need for school these days.
It's not like they
even... ch... ch...
Choo-choo-choo! Choo-choo-choo!
Choo-choo-choo! Choo-choo!
This is the great Reginald
I've forgotten his name.
- Lord Reginald Smythe-Gherkin.
- Thank you very much.
Who said anything about paying?
I's got a plop man.
Yar.
Hurry up!
We'll get you cleaned up. You're
all covered in Marge juice.
Oh, Marge!
Oh, yar!
- Do you want me to hold that?
- No!
Yay!
Hurry up, Polly. We need to g-g.
I made that up.
Are you insured
because it's very ex...
- Cut there!
- Cut there!
- Security!
- Give me that here, Alan Carr!
Aw! Congratulations! We did it!
We did it!
We did it!
You, babe, it's you.
Thank you for watching!