The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe (1988) s01e04 Episode Script
Episode 4
1
We're doing well!
- A ham.
- Quick, lad.
Tea.
Sugar.
- Matches.
- Mrs. Beaver, we're wasting so much time.
- That's what I say!
- Now, now!
Ohh!
We can't set out on a journey
with nothing to eat, can we?
Oh! I think two or three loaves out
of the crock over there in the corner.
- Your Majesty
- What?!
You said if I came back into Narnia and
brought my brother and sisters with me,
I could have some
more Turkish delight.
Silence, fool!
Yet it will not do to have the
little brat fainting on the way.
Bring the human
creature food and drink!
Turkish delight
for the little prince?
I don't want dry bread!
I'm sorry.
You may be glad of it
before you eat again.
Maugrim!
Where is my Chief of Police?
Maugrim!
Take with you the swiftest of your wolves
and go at once to the house of the Beavers.
There, kill everything
and everyone you find.
If they are already gone, make
all speed to the stone table.
But do not be seen.
Wait for me there in hiding.
- You must come fast, Majesty.
- Yes, yes!
I have to travel many miles to the west to find
the place where we can safely cross the river.
If you overtake those humans
before they reach the stone table,
you know what to do.
Ha!
I Can't Oh, dear!
Er
Oh, dearie me!
- Mrs. Beaver!
- Ooh, dear.
We really must be on our way!
We've still time
before she arrives.
Don't we want as
big a start as possible
if we're to reach Aslan and
the stone table before her?
Oh, we can't get there
before her, whatever we do.
Bless you.
She'll be on a sledge
and we'll be walking.
You mean we've no hope?
Oh, shh. Now, don't you fuss.
Just get me a clean handkerchief
from the pile over there.
Of course we've a hope.
We can't get there before her
but we can keep under cover
and go via ways she won't expect,
and perhaps we'll get through.
Perhaps?!
True enough, Mrs. Beaver,
but it is time we
were out of this.
Majesty. The sledge is ready.
- No bells?
- No bells.
We'll creep up on them silently.
Come, you!
Ah. Not too heavy?
Ah, now. There.
Oh. That's fine.
Oh.
Right.
I suppose the sewing
machine's too heavy to take?
Yes, it is!
You don't really think you'll be able
to use it on the run, now, do you?
Well, I can't abide the thought
of that witch fiddling with it.
And breaking it.
Or stealing it, likely as not!
- Oh, please, please!
- We must hurry.
Yes. Yes.
- All ready.
- At last!
Oh, let me have one final
think, then we'll go, I promise you.
Oh!
Ha!
Ha!
Let's stay along here as much as
possible. She can't come this way.
Quite right,
Mr. Beaver, quite right.
You couldn't bring
a sledge down here.
Come on, come on.
That's right. There.
No tracks.
And the scent is cold.
Well?
You still believe she's
going to make you a king?
All the nice things you said about
her. Sound pretty silly now, don't they?
Admit it, you'd give anything
to be with the others now.
Even Peter.
All this snow!
Oh, but we must be glad of it.
Anyone following us
will find no tracks. Mm?
That's right.
Oh
This is an old hiding place
for beavers in bad times.
And it's a great secret.
I know it's not much of a place
but we must get a few hours' sleep.
There. If you hadn't all been in such a fuss
when we left, I'd have brought some pillows.
Well, it's dry, anyway.
I wish the floor
were a bit smoother.
I'll never get to sleep.
Ahh! I've just the thing.
What have we here?
Hm?
It's her.
It's her!
But he'll be seen!
Oh, I shouldn't
think so, dearie.
Oh! He's been seen!
She's caught him!
It's all right! It's
all right! Come out!
- What is it?
- This is a nasty knock for the witch.
I tell you, her
power is crumbling.
What do you mean, Mr, Beaver?
Come and see.
Come on, hurry.
Didn't I tell you that she'd made it
always winter and never Christmas?
Well
Who is this?
I've come at last.
She's kept me out. She's
kept me out a long time,
but I've got in at last!
The witch's magic is weakening.
The great King
Aslan is on the move!
Merry Christmas! Oh,
cut the cake, cut the cake!
A toast. A toast.
What is the meaning of this?!
Speak, vermin,
or do you want my little man to
find you a tongue with his whip?!
Ha-ha-ha!
What is the meaning
of all this gluttony?
This waste!
This self-indulgence!
Where did you get
all these things?!
Please, Your Majesty,
we were given them.
Well And, if I may be so bold as to
drink to Your Majesty's very good health
Silence!
Who gave them to you?!
F-F-F
Speak!
Please, Father Christmas.
What?!
He has not been here!
He cannot have been here!
Say you are lying and you
shall, even now, be forgiven.
He has, he has, he has!
Please don't!
As for you!
Let that teach you to ask
favors for spies and traitors!
Drive on.
Go!
And now for your
presents. Mrs. Beaver
For you, a new and
better sewing machine.
I'll drop it in your
house as I pass.
Oh, if you please,
sir, it's all locked up.
Locks and bolts make
no difference to me.
Oh.
As for you, Mr. Beaver
When you get home, you
will find your dam finished,
the damage from the frost
mended, a new sluice gate fitted
and all the leaks stopped.
Oh!
Son of Adam, Peter.
Here, sir.
These are your presents.
And they are tools, not toys.
The time to use them
may be near at hand.
Bear them well.
Daughter of Eve, Susan.
These are for you.
You must use the
bow only in great need,
for I do not mean you
to fight in the battle.
And know of the arrow
that it does not easily miss.
And remember, when you put
the horn to your lips and blow it,
wherever you are, I
think help will come to you.
Now, Eve's daughter, Lucy.
In this bottle is a cordial made
from the juice of fire flowers
that grow on the
mountains of the sun.
If you are hurt, or if any
of your friends is hurt,
a few drops of this
cordial will restore you.
The dagger is to defend yourself,
but only in time of great need.
For you are also not
to fight in the battle.
Why can't I? I'm sure
I'd be brave enough.
No That is not the point.
After the battle, there will
be other work for you to do.
Now, here is something for
this very moment for you all.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas! And may you
meet him soon, Aslan, the true king!
My, Peter, what a wonderful
sword! Is it very heavy?
- Not really
- Now then, now then!
Don't stand there
till the tea gets cold!
Just like men! Take the tray
in and we'll all have breakfast.
What a mercy I thought
of bringing the bread knife.
Go on! Move! Ha!
Go on!
What is that noise?!
The frost is over!
Silence!
Don't sit staring,
fool! Get out and help!
Move, come on!
It's no good, Your Majesty,
we'll never sledge in this thaw.
Then we must walk!
We'll never overtake 'em walking,
not with the start they've got.
Are you my counselor or
my slave? Do as you're told!
Cut the harness from the horses,
they can find their own way home!
But bring your whip.
Faster!
Faster!
- It's spring at last!
- Real-life flowers!
Now, now. We must be on our way.
Go on.
This is no ordinary
thaw. This is spring.
Your winter's been destroyed.
This is Aslan's doing!
The first one to
mention that name again
will be instantly killed!
Oh!
Are we ever going to get there?
Come on.
Look!
There!
By golly, the sea!
Look.
Aslan!
We're doing well!
- A ham.
- Quick, lad.
Tea.
Sugar.
- Matches.
- Mrs. Beaver, we're wasting so much time.
- That's what I say!
- Now, now!
Ohh!
We can't set out on a journey
with nothing to eat, can we?
Oh! I think two or three loaves out
of the crock over there in the corner.
- Your Majesty
- What?!
You said if I came back into Narnia and
brought my brother and sisters with me,
I could have some
more Turkish delight.
Silence, fool!
Yet it will not do to have the
little brat fainting on the way.
Bring the human
creature food and drink!
Turkish delight
for the little prince?
I don't want dry bread!
I'm sorry.
You may be glad of it
before you eat again.
Maugrim!
Where is my Chief of Police?
Maugrim!
Take with you the swiftest of your wolves
and go at once to the house of the Beavers.
There, kill everything
and everyone you find.
If they are already gone, make
all speed to the stone table.
But do not be seen.
Wait for me there in hiding.
- You must come fast, Majesty.
- Yes, yes!
I have to travel many miles to the west to find
the place where we can safely cross the river.
If you overtake those humans
before they reach the stone table,
you know what to do.
Ha!
I Can't Oh, dear!
Er
Oh, dearie me!
- Mrs. Beaver!
- Ooh, dear.
We really must be on our way!
We've still time
before she arrives.
Don't we want as
big a start as possible
if we're to reach Aslan and
the stone table before her?
Oh, we can't get there
before her, whatever we do.
Bless you.
She'll be on a sledge
and we'll be walking.
You mean we've no hope?
Oh, shh. Now, don't you fuss.
Just get me a clean handkerchief
from the pile over there.
Of course we've a hope.
We can't get there before her
but we can keep under cover
and go via ways she won't expect,
and perhaps we'll get through.
Perhaps?!
True enough, Mrs. Beaver,
but it is time we
were out of this.
Majesty. The sledge is ready.
- No bells?
- No bells.
We'll creep up on them silently.
Come, you!
Ah. Not too heavy?
Ah, now. There.
Oh. That's fine.
Oh.
Right.
I suppose the sewing
machine's too heavy to take?
Yes, it is!
You don't really think you'll be able
to use it on the run, now, do you?
Well, I can't abide the thought
of that witch fiddling with it.
And breaking it.
Or stealing it, likely as not!
- Oh, please, please!
- We must hurry.
Yes. Yes.
- All ready.
- At last!
Oh, let me have one final
think, then we'll go, I promise you.
Oh!
Ha!
Ha!
Let's stay along here as much as
possible. She can't come this way.
Quite right,
Mr. Beaver, quite right.
You couldn't bring
a sledge down here.
Come on, come on.
That's right. There.
No tracks.
And the scent is cold.
Well?
You still believe she's
going to make you a king?
All the nice things you said about
her. Sound pretty silly now, don't they?
Admit it, you'd give anything
to be with the others now.
Even Peter.
All this snow!
Oh, but we must be glad of it.
Anyone following us
will find no tracks. Mm?
That's right.
Oh
This is an old hiding place
for beavers in bad times.
And it's a great secret.
I know it's not much of a place
but we must get a few hours' sleep.
There. If you hadn't all been in such a fuss
when we left, I'd have brought some pillows.
Well, it's dry, anyway.
I wish the floor
were a bit smoother.
I'll never get to sleep.
Ahh! I've just the thing.
What have we here?
Hm?
It's her.
It's her!
But he'll be seen!
Oh, I shouldn't
think so, dearie.
Oh! He's been seen!
She's caught him!
It's all right! It's
all right! Come out!
- What is it?
- This is a nasty knock for the witch.
I tell you, her
power is crumbling.
What do you mean, Mr, Beaver?
Come and see.
Come on, hurry.
Didn't I tell you that she'd made it
always winter and never Christmas?
Well
Who is this?
I've come at last.
She's kept me out. She's
kept me out a long time,
but I've got in at last!
The witch's magic is weakening.
The great King
Aslan is on the move!
Merry Christmas! Oh,
cut the cake, cut the cake!
A toast. A toast.
What is the meaning of this?!
Speak, vermin,
or do you want my little man to
find you a tongue with his whip?!
Ha-ha-ha!
What is the meaning
of all this gluttony?
This waste!
This self-indulgence!
Where did you get
all these things?!
Please, Your Majesty,
we were given them.
Well And, if I may be so bold as to
drink to Your Majesty's very good health
Silence!
Who gave them to you?!
F-F-F
Speak!
Please, Father Christmas.
What?!
He has not been here!
He cannot have been here!
Say you are lying and you
shall, even now, be forgiven.
He has, he has, he has!
Please don't!
As for you!
Let that teach you to ask
favors for spies and traitors!
Drive on.
Go!
And now for your
presents. Mrs. Beaver
For you, a new and
better sewing machine.
I'll drop it in your
house as I pass.
Oh, if you please,
sir, it's all locked up.
Locks and bolts make
no difference to me.
Oh.
As for you, Mr. Beaver
When you get home, you
will find your dam finished,
the damage from the frost
mended, a new sluice gate fitted
and all the leaks stopped.
Oh!
Son of Adam, Peter.
Here, sir.
These are your presents.
And they are tools, not toys.
The time to use them
may be near at hand.
Bear them well.
Daughter of Eve, Susan.
These are for you.
You must use the
bow only in great need,
for I do not mean you
to fight in the battle.
And know of the arrow
that it does not easily miss.
And remember, when you put
the horn to your lips and blow it,
wherever you are, I
think help will come to you.
Now, Eve's daughter, Lucy.
In this bottle is a cordial made
from the juice of fire flowers
that grow on the
mountains of the sun.
If you are hurt, or if any
of your friends is hurt,
a few drops of this
cordial will restore you.
The dagger is to defend yourself,
but only in time of great need.
For you are also not
to fight in the battle.
Why can't I? I'm sure
I'd be brave enough.
No That is not the point.
After the battle, there will
be other work for you to do.
Now, here is something for
this very moment for you all.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas! And may you
meet him soon, Aslan, the true king!
My, Peter, what a wonderful
sword! Is it very heavy?
- Not really
- Now then, now then!
Don't stand there
till the tea gets cold!
Just like men! Take the tray
in and we'll all have breakfast.
What a mercy I thought
of bringing the bread knife.
Go on! Move! Ha!
Go on!
What is that noise?!
The frost is over!
Silence!
Don't sit staring,
fool! Get out and help!
Move, come on!
It's no good, Your Majesty,
we'll never sledge in this thaw.
Then we must walk!
We'll never overtake 'em walking,
not with the start they've got.
Are you my counselor or
my slave? Do as you're told!
Cut the harness from the horses,
they can find their own way home!
But bring your whip.
Faster!
Faster!
- It's spring at last!
- Real-life flowers!
Now, now. We must be on our way.
Go on.
This is no ordinary
thaw. This is spring.
Your winter's been destroyed.
This is Aslan's doing!
The first one to
mention that name again
will be instantly killed!
Oh!
Are we ever going to get there?
Come on.
Look!
There!
By golly, the sea!
Look.
Aslan!