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THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE
Mrs. Pevensie: Edmund get away from there! Peter! What do you think you're doing?! Peter, quickly, the shelter now!
Peter: Come on!
Lucy (lying in bed): Mommy?
Susan: Lucy, come on!
Edmund: Wait! Dad!
Mrs. Pevensie: Edmund! No!
Peter: I’ll get him!
Mrs. Pevensie: Peter! Come back!
Peter: Come on, you idiot! Run! Get out!
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Mrs. Pevensie (to Lucy): You need to keep this on, darling. Alright. You warm enough? Good girl.
Edmund: If Dad were here, he wouldn’t make us go.
Peter: If dad were here, it’d mean the war was over and we wouldn't have to go.
Mrs Pevensie: You will listen to your brother, won't you Edmund?
Mrs. Pevensie: Promise me you’ll look after the others.
Peter: I will, mum.
Mrs. Pevensie: Good man.
Mrs Pevensie: Susan....Be a big girl. … Alright, off you go.
Edmund (to Susan): Get off. I know how to get on a train by myself. Get off me!
Ticket Collector: May I have your ticket please? Tickets please!
Susan: Peter!
Ticket collector (lady): On you go.
Peter: Yes, thank you.
Peter (To Lucy): Come on Lucy, we have to stick together now. Everything's going to be alright. It’s going to be fine.
Mrs Pevensie: Good-Bye, my darlings.
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Susan: The Professor knew we were coming?
Edmund: Perhaps we've been incorrectly labelled.
Peter: "Mrs. Macready?"
Mrs Macready: "I'm afraid so…. Is this it then? Haven’t you brought anything else?”
Peter: “No, ma'am. It's just us.”
Mrs Macready: "Small favours."
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Mrs Macready: Professor Kirke is not accustomed to having children in his house. And as such, there are a few rules we need to follow: There will be no shouting…or running. No improper use of the dumbwaiter—
Mrs. Macready: NO touching of the historical artefacts! And above all, there shall be no disturbing of the Professor.
Radio-man (Douglas Gresham): German aircraft carried out several attacks on Great Britain last night. The raids lasted for several hours-
Lucy: The sheets feel scratchy.
Susan: Wars don't last forever, Lucy. We'll be home soon.
Edmund: If home's still there.
Susan: Isn't time you were in bed?
Edmund: Yes, MUM!
Peter (to Edmund): Ed!
Peter (to Lucy): You saw the outside. This place is huge. We can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow's going to be great. … Really. “
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Susan: “Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar”. … Come on,
Peter: “Gastrovascular.”
Peter: Is it Latin?
Susan: Yes.
Edmund: Is it Latin for ‘worst game ever invented’?
Lucy: We could play hide-and-seek.
Peter: But we’re already having so much fun.
Lucy: Please…pretty please…
Peter: One...two...three...four...
Edmund (pushes Lucy): I was here first!
Peter (in the background): Eight-four, eighty-five...
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Tumnus: AH!
Tumnus (slowly walking out as Lucy picks up packages): Uh, CH... gk, ch
Lucy: Were you hiding from me?
Tumnus: No...I was just, um...I didn’t want to scare you.
Lucy: If you don't mind my asking...what are you?
Tumnus: Why…I'm a faun! And what about you? You must be some kind of…beardless dwarf?
Lucy: I'm not a dwarf. I'm a girl! And actually I'm tallest in my class.
Tumnus: You mean to say you’re a daughter of Eve?
Lucy: My mum's name is Helen.
Tumnus: Yes, but you are…you are in fact…human?
Lucy: Yes, of course.
Tumnus: What are you doing here?
Lucy: Well, I was hiding in the wardrobe in the spare room, and-
Tumnus: Spare Oom… Is that in Narnia?
Lucy: Narnia? What's that?
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Tumnus: Dear girl, you're in it! Everything from the lamp post, all the way to Castle Cair Paravel on the eastern ocean. Every stick and stone you see, every icicle…is Narnia."
Lucy (to herself): This is an awfully big wardrobe.
Tumnu: War Drobe? … I'm sorry, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus.
Lucy: Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tumnus! I'm Lucy Pevensie. Oh, you shake it.
Tumnus: Um…why?
Lucy: I-I don't know! People do it when they meet each other.
Tumnus: Well then, Lucy Pevensie from the shining city of War Drobe in the wondrous land of Spare Oom, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?
Lucy: Thank you very much! But I probably should be getting back...
Tumnus: Yes, but it’s only just around the corner and there’ll be a glorious fire, with toast and tea and cakes. And perhaps…we’ll even break into the sardines.
Lucy: I don’t know…
Tumnus: Come on. It’s not every day I get to make a new friend.
Lucy: I suppose I could come for a little while. … If you have sardines.
Tumnus: By the bucket load.
Tumnus: Here we are. Come along.
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Tumnus: Oh that…that is my father.
Lucy: He has a nice face. He looks a lot like you.
Tumnus: No. … I’m not very much like him at all really.
Lucy: My father’s fighting in the war.
Tumnus: My father went away to war too... But that was a very long time ago... before this dreadful winter.
Lucy: Winter’s not all bad. There's ice skating and snowball fights. Oh! And Christmas!
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Tumnus: Not here. No, we haven't had Christmas for a hundred years here.
Lucy: What? No presents for a hundred years?
Tumnus: Always winter, never Christmas. It’s been a long winter. But you would have loved Narnia in the summer. We fauns danced with the dryads all night, and we never got tired. And the music, such music… Would you like to hear some now?
Lucy: Yes please.
Tumnus: Now, are you familiar with the Narnia lullabies?
Lucy (shakes head): Sorry, no.
Tumnus: That’s good. Because this… probably won't sound anything like one.
Lucy: Oh, I should go.
Tumnus: It’s too late for that now. I'm such a terrible faun.
Lucy: Oh, no. You're the nicest faun I've ever met.
Tumnus: Then I'm afraid you've had a very poor sampling.
Lucy: You can’t have done anything that bad.
Tumnus: It's not something I have done, Lucy Pevensie. It's something I'm doing.
Lucy: What are you doing?
Tumnus: I'm kidnapping you. It was the White Witch. She’s the one who makes it always winter, always cold. She gave orders: If any of us ever find a human wandering in the woods, we’re supposed to turn it over to her.
Lucy: Oh, but Mr. Tumnus, you wouldn’t…I thought you were my friend.
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Tumnus: She may already know you’re here. The woods are full of her spies! … Even some of the trees are on her side!
Tumnus: Can you find your way back from here?
Lucy: I think so. … Will you be alright?
Lucy: Hey, there there. It’s alright
Lucy: Keep it. You need it more than I do.
Tumnus: No matter what happens, Lucy Pevensie, I am glad to have met you. You’ve made me feel warmer than I’ve felt in a hundred years. Now go. Go!
Peter (background): 98, 99, 100... Ready or not here I come.
Lucy: I'm back, I'm back! It's alright!
Edmund: Shhh, he's coming.
Peter: You know, I'm not sure if you two have quite gotten the idea of this game!
Lucy: But weren't you wondering where I was?
Edmund; That's the point! That's why he was seeking you!
Susan: Does this mean I win?
Peter: I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore.
Lucy: I’ve been gone…for hours.
Susan: The only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe.
Peter: One game at a time, Lu. We don't all have your imagination.
Lucy: But I wasn't imagining!
Susan: That’s enough.
Lucy: I wouldn’t lie about this!
Edmund: Well, I believe you.
Lucy: You do?
Edmund: Of course, didn't I tell you about the football field I found in the bathroom cupboard?
Peter: Oh, will you just stop it? You always have to make everything worse.
Edmund: It was just a joke.
Peter: When are you going to learn to grow up?
Edmund (gets angry): Shut up! You think you're dad, but you're not!
Susan: Well, that was nicely handled!”
Lucy: But…It was really there…
Peter: Susan’s right, Lucy. That’s enough.
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Edmund: Lucy, Lucy? Boo! I hope you’re not afraid of the dark. Lucy?
Edmund: Lucy? Lucy! I think I believe you now!
Edmund: Lucy?
Ginarrbrik: Yah!
White Witch: What is it now, Ginarrbrik?
Edmund: He won't let go!
Ginarrbrik: How dare you address the queen of Narnia?!
Edmund: I didn't know!
Ginarrbrik: You will know her better hereafter!
White Witch: Wait!
White Witch: What is your name, Son-of-Adam?
Edmund: Edmund.
White Witch: And how, Edmund, did you come to enter my dominion?
Edmund: I’m not sure. I was just following my sister and—
White Witch: Your sister? How many are you?
Edmund: Four. Lucy is the only one that’s been here before. She said she met a faun called… Tumnus. Peter and Susan didn’t believe her.
White Witch: Edmund, you look so cold. Will you come and sit with me?
White Witch: Now, how about something hot to drink?
Edmund: Yes, please...Your Majesty.
Ginarrbrik: Your drink, sire.
Edmund: How did you do that?
White Witch: I can make anything you’d like.
Edmund: Could you make me taller?
White Witch: Anything you would like to eat.
Edmund: Turkish Delight?
White Witch: Edmund, I would very much like to meet your family.
Edmund: Why? They’re nothing special.
White Witch: Oh, I’m sure they’re not nearly as delightful as you are.
White Witch: You see, Edmund, I have no children of my own. And you are exactly the sort of boy who I could see one day becoming Prince of Narnia. Maybe even King.
Edmund (mouth full): Really?
White Witch: Of course you'd have to bring your family.
Edmund: Oh, you mean…Peter would be king too?
White Witch: No. But a king needs servants.
Edmund: I guess I could bring them.
White Witch: Beyond these woods, you see those two little hills? My house is right between them. You'd love it there Edmund. It has whole rooms simply stuffed with Turkish Delight.
Edmund: Couldn't I have some more now?
White Witch: No! …Don't want to ruin you appetite. Besides, you and I are going to be seeing each other again very soon, aren’t we?
Edmund: I hope so … Your Majesty.
White Witch: Until then...dear one. I’m gonna miss you.
Lucy: Edmund? … Oh Edmund, you got in too! Isn’t it wonderful?
Edmund: Where’ve you been?
Lucy: With Mr. Tumnus! He’s fine. The White Witch hasn’t found out anything about him helping me.
Edmund: The White Witch?
Lucy: She calls herself the queen of Narnia, but she really isn't. … Are you alright? You look awful.
Edmund: Well what do you expect! I mean, It's freezing! How do we get out of here?
Lucy: Come on...this way.
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Lucy: Peter, Peter wake up! It's there, it's really there!
Peter: Lucy, what are talking about?
Lucy: Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe, like I told you!
Susan: Oh Lucy, you've been dreaming.
Lucy: But I haven’t! I’ve seen Mr. Tumnus again! Oh, and this time - Edmund went too.
Peter (to Edmund): You saw the faun?
Lucy: Well, he didn't actually go there with me. … What were you doing Edmund?
Edmund: I-I was just playing along. I’m sorry, Peter. I shouldn’t have encouraged her. You know what little children are like these days. They just don't know when to stop pretending
Edmund: Ow!
Mrs. Macready: You children are one shenanigan shy of sleeping' in the stable- oh, Professor! I’m sorry. I told them you were not to be disturbed.
Professor Kirke: It's alright, Mrs. Macready. I'm sure there's an explanation. But I think this one is in need of some hot chocolate.
Mrs. Macready: Yes Professor. Come on, dear.
Professor: Um
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Professor: You seem to have upset the internal balance of my housekeeper.
Peter: We are very sorry sir, it won't happen again.
Susan: It's our sister, sir. Lucy.
Prof: The weeping girl?
Susan: Yes, sir. She’s upset.
Professor: Hence the weeping.
Peter: It’s nothing. We can handle it!
Professor: Oh, I can see that.
Susan: She thinks she's found a magical land…
Susan: …in the upstairs wardrobe.
Professor: What did you say?
Peter: The wardrobe upstairs. Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside.
Susan: She won’t stop going on about it.
Professor: What was it like?
Susan: Like talking to a lunatic!
Professor: No, not her - the forest!
Peter: You're not saying you believe her?
Professor: You don’t?
Susan: Of course not. I mean, logically, it’s impossible.
Professor (to himself): What do they teach ain schools these days?
Peter: Edmund said they were only pretending.
Professor: And he's usually the more truthful one, is he?
Peter: No…this would be the first time.
Professor: So, if she’s not mad and she’s not lying, then logically…we must assume she’s telling the truth.
Peter: You’re saying we should just believe her?
Professor: She’s your sister, isn’t she? You’re a family. You might just try acting like one.
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Peter: And Peter winds up, poised to take yet another wicket…
Edmund: Ow!
Peter: Whoops! Wake up, Dolly Daydream!
Edmund: Why can’t we play hide-and-seek again?
Peter: I thought you said that it was a kid’s game.
Susan: Besides, we could all use the fresh air.
Edmund: Not like there isn’t air inside.
Peter (to Edmund): Are you ready?
Edmund (to Peter): Are you?
Peter: Well done, Ed!
Edmund: You bowled it!
Susan: The Macready!
Peter: Run!
Edmund: Come on!
Susan: You’ve have got to be joking.
Peter: Go!
Peter: Move back! Stop shoving!
Lucy: Oww! You’re on my foot!
Edmund: Don’t push!
Susan: Watch out! Stop it!
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Susan: Impossible!
Lucy: Don't worry, it’s probably just your imagination.
Peter: I don't suppose saying "we're sorry" would quite cover it?
Lucy: No, it wouldn't. … But this might!
Edmund: Ow! Stop it!
Peter: You little liar!
Edmund: You didn't believe her either!
Peter: Apologize to Lucy.
Peter: Say you're sorry!
Edmund: Alright! I'm sorry.
Lucy: That's alright. Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending.
Edmund (mutters): Very funny.
Susan: Maybe we should go back.
Edmund: Shouldn’t we at least take a look around?
Peter: I think Lucy should decide.
Lucy (smiling): I’d like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!
Peter: Well, Mr. Tumnus it is!
Susan: But we can’t go hiking in the snow dressed like this.
Peter: No… but I’m sure the Professor wouldn’t mind us using these.
Peter: And if you think about it “logically,” we’re not even taking them out of the wardrobe.
Edmund: But that's a girl's coat!
Peter: I know.
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Peter: Lu?
Peter: Lucy!
Lucy: Who would do something like this?
Peter reads: “The faun Tumnus is hereby charged with high treason against her imperial majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia. For comforting her enemies and fraternizing with humans.
Signed: Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police. Long Live the Queen.”
Susan: Alright, now we should really go back.
Lucy: But what about Mr. Tumnus?
Susan: If he was arrested just for being with a human, I don’t think that there’s much that we can do.
Lucy: You don't understand, do you? I'm the human! She must have found out he helped me.
Peter: Maybe we could call the police.
Susan: These are the police.
Peter: Don’t worry, Lu. We’ll think of something.
Edmund: Why? … I mean, he’s a criminal.
Susan: Did that bird just 'psst' us?
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Lucy: It's a beaver.
Peter: Here boy…Here boy…
Mr.Beaver: Well, I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want!
Peter: Sorry.
Mr. Beaver: Lucy Pevensie?
Lucy: Yes?
Lucy: Hey, that’s the hanky I gave to Mr-
Mr. Beaver: Tumnus. He got it from me just before they took him.
Lucy: Is he alright?
Mr. Beaver: Further in.
Susan (to Peter): What are you doing?
Edmund: She's right. How do we know we can trust him?
Peter: He said he knows the faun.
Susan: He's a beaver...he shouldn't be saying anything!
Mr. Beaver: Is everything alright?
Peter: Yes. We were just talking.
Mr. Beaver: That's better left for safer corners.
Lucy: He means the trees.
Mr. Beaver: Come on. We don’t want to be caught out here after nightfall.
Mr. Beaver: Oh, blimey. Looks like the old girl has got the kettle on. Nice cup of rosy-lee!
Lucy: It’s lovely!
Mr. Beaver: Oh, it’s merely a trifle, you know. Still got plenty of work to do. Ain’t quite finished it yet. It’ll look the business when it is done.
Mrs. Beaver: Beaver, is that you? I’ve been worried sick. If find out you've been with Badger again...Oh, those aren’t Badgers. I never thought I would live to see this day! Look at my fur. You couldn't give me ten minutes warning?
Mr. Beaver: I’d give you a week if I thought it would’ve helped.
Mrs. Beaver: Come inside and we’ll see if we can’t get you some food. And some civilized company.
Mr. Beaver: Now careful, watch your step.
Mr. Beaver: Enjoying the scenery, are we?
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Peter: Isn’t there anything we can do to help Tumnus?
Mr. Beaver: They’ll have taken him to the Witch’s house. And you know what they say: there’s few who go through them gates that come out again.
Mrs. Beaver (to Lucy): Fish and chips, dear.
Peter: Is there nothing we can do about mr. Tumnus?
Mrs Beaver: But there is hope, dear. Lots of hope.
Mr. Beaver: Oh yeah, there’s a right bit more than hope! Aslan is on the move.
Edmund: Who's Aslan?
Mr. Beaver: “Who’s Aslan!” You cheeky little blighter!
Mr. Beaver: You don’t know, do you?
Peter: Well, we haven't exactly been here very long.
Mr. Beaver: He's only the king the whole wood, the top geezer…the real king of Narnia!
Mrs. Beaver: He’s been away for a long while.
Mr. Beaver: But he just got back! And he’s waiting for you near the Stone Table!
Lucy: He’s waiting for us?
Mr.Beaver: You’re blooming joking! They don’t even know about the prophecy!
Mrs. Beaver: Well, then…
Mr. Beaver: Look… Aslan's return, Tummus' arrest, the secret police… It’s all happening because of you!
Susan: You're blaming us?
Mrs Beaver: No, Not blaming. Thanking you.
Beaver: There's....a prophecy: “When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits in if Cair Paravel in throne the evil time will be over and done.”
Susan: You know that doesn't really rhyme.
Mr Beaver: I know, but you’re kind of missing the point!
Mrs. Beaver: It has long been foretold that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia.
Peter: And you think we're the ones?
Mr. Beaver: Well you'd better be, because Aslan's already fitting out your army!
Lucy: Our army?
Susan: Mum sent us away so we wouldn’t get caught up in a war.
Peter: I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes!
Susan: We're from Finchley!
Susan: Thank you for your hospitality. But we really have to go.
Mr. Beaver: You can’t just leave!
Lucy: He’s right. We have to help Mr. Tumnus.
Peter: It’s out of our hands. I’m sorry but it’s time the four of us were getting home. Ed?
Peter: Ed? … I’m going to kill him.
Mr. Beaver: You may not have to.. … Has Edmund ever been in Narnia before?
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Peter: Hurry!
Lucy: Edmund!
Mr. Beaver: Shh! They'll hear ya!
Mr. Beaver: NO!
Peter: Get off me!
Mr. Beaver: You’re playing into her hands!
Susan: We can’t just let him go!
Lucy: He’s our brother!
Mr. Beaver: He's the bait! The Witch wants all four of you!
Peter: Why?
Mr. Beaver: To stop the prophecy from coming true! To kill you!
Susan (to Peter): This is all your fault!
Peter: My fault?
Susan: None of this would have happened if you had just listened to me in the first place!
Peter: Oh, so you knew this would happen?
Susan: I didn't know what would happen…which is why we should’ve left while we still could!
Lucy: Stop it! This isn’t going to help Edmund!
Beaver: She's right. Only Aslan can help your brother now.
Peter: Then take us to him.
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Maugrim (jumps up): Be still stranger, or you’ll never move again! Who are you?
Edmund: I'm Edmund! I met the queen in the woods! She told me to come back here! I’m a Son of Adam!
Maugrim: My apologies, fortunate favourite of the queen. Or else, not so fortunate.
Maugrim: Right this way
Maugrim: Wait here.
White Witch: Like it?
Edmund: Yes… Your Majesty!
White Witch: I thought you might.
White Witch: Tell me, Edmund… are your sisters deaf?
Edmund: No.
White Witch: And your brother. Is he…unintelligent?
Edmund: Well I think so, but Mum says...
White Witch: Then how DARE you come alone! … Edmund, I ask so little of you.
Edmund: They just don’t listen to me!
White Witch: Couldn’t even do that!
Edmund: I...I did bring them halfway. They’re in the little house on the dam with the Beavers!
White Witch: Well...I guess you’re not a total lost than.
Edmund: I was wondering… Could I maybe have some more Turkish Delight now?
White Witch (to Ginnarbrick): Our guest is hungry.
Ginnarbrick: This way...for your num nums!
White Witch: Maugrim! You know what to do.
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Mr.Beaver: Hurry, Mother! They’re after us!
Mrs. Beaver: Oh, right then...
Peter: What is she doing?
Mrs Beaver: Don't worry, you'll thank you me later. It's a long journey and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry.
Beaver: I’m cranky now!
Maugrim: Take them.
Susan: Do you think we should bring jam?
Peter: Only if the Witch serves toast!
Mr. Beaver: Badger and me dug this. It comes up right near his place.
Mrs Beaver: You told me it lead to your mums!
Lucy: They're in the tunnel.
Mr. Beaver: Quick! This way!
Mrs. Beaver: Hurry!
Peter: Run!
Mrs. Beaver: You should have brought a map!
Beaver: There wasn’t room next to the jam!
Mrs. BeaverL I’m so sorry dear…
Mr. Beaver: He was my best mate.
Peter: What happened here?
Fox: This is what becomes of those who cross the Witch.
Mr. Beaver: Take one more step, traitor, and I’ll chew you to splinters!
Fox: Relax. I'm one of the good guys.
Mr. Beaver: Yeah? Well you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones.
Fox: An unfortunate family resemblance, but we can argue breeding later. Right now we’ve got to move.
Peter: What did you have in mind?
Fox: Greetings, gents. Lost something, have we?
Maugrim: Don't patronize me! I know where your allegiance lies. We are looking for some humans.
Fox: Humans? Here in Narnia? Well, that’s a valuable bit og information, don’t you think?
Maugrim: Your reward is your life. It’s not much. … But still. Where are the fugitives?
Fox: North…they ran north.
Maugrim : Smell them out!
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Fox: They were helping Tumnus and the Witch got here before I did. OW!
Lucy: Are you alright?
Fox: Well, I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite…ohhh!
Mrs Beaver: Stop squirming! You're worse than beaver on bath day.
Mr. Beaver: Worst day of the year.
Fox: Thank you for your kindness but I’m afraid that is all the cure I have time for.
Lucy: You're leaving?
Fox: It has been a pleasure, my Queen, and an honor. But, time is short and Aslan himself has sent me to gather more troops.
Mr. Beaver: You've seen Aslan?!
Mrs. Beaver: What’s he like?
Fox: Like everything we have ever heard. You’ll be glad to have him by your side in the battle against the Witch.
Susan: We are not planning fighting any witch…
Fox: But, surely, King Peter...the prophecy.
Mr. Beaver (to Peter): We can’t go to war without you.
Peter: We just want to get our brother back.
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Tumnus: If you’re not going to eat that…
Tumnus: I’d get up, but…my legs.
Edmund: Mr... Tumnus.
Tumnus: What’s left of him.
Tumnus: You’re Lucy Pevensie’s brother.
Edmund: I'm Edmund. Mr.
Tumnus: You have the same nose.
Mr. Tumnus: Is your sister alright? Is she safe?
Edmund: I don't know.
White Witch: My police tore that dam apart. Your little family are nowhere to be found.
White Witch: Where did they go?
Edmund: I don’t know.
White Witch: Then you are of no further use to me.
Edmund: Wait! The beaver said something about Aslan!
White Witch: Aslan? … Where?
Tumnus: He’s a stranger here, Your Majesty. He can’t be expected to know anything!
White Witch: I said…where is Aslan?
Edmund: I left before I could hear anymore. .. I wanted to see you.
White Witch: Guard!
Ogre: Your Majesty?
White Witch: Release the Faun.
White Witch: Do you know why you’re here, faun?
Mr. Tumnus: Because I believe in a free Narnia.
White Witch (points at Edmund): You're here because he turned you in...for sweeties.
White Witch: Take him upstairs…and ready my sleigh. Edmund misses his family.
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Mr. Beaver: Now, Aslan’s camp is near the Stone Table, just across the frozen river.
Peter: River?
Mrs. Beaver: Oh, the river’s been frozen solid for a hundred years.
Peter: It’s so far.
Mrs. Beaver: It's the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small?
Susan: Smaller.
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White Witch: When you’re ready, son of Adam.
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Mr. Beaver: Come on, humans, while we’re still young.
Peter: If he tells me to hurry up one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big fluffy hat.
Mr. Beaver: Hurry up!
Lucy: He is getting kinda bossy.
Mr. Beaver: It’s the Witch!
Peter: Run!
Lucy: Maybe she's gone.
Peter: I suppose I'll go and have a look
Mr. Beaver: No, you're no good to Narnia dead.
Mrs. Beaver: Neither are you, Beaver.
Mr. Beaver: Thanks dear.
Lucy: Ah!
Mr. Beaver: Come out! I hope you've all been good, because there is someone here to see you!
Lucy: Merry Christmas, Sir!
Father Christmas: It certainly is, Lucy…since you have arrived.
Susan: Look, I’ve put up with a lot since we got here. But this…
Peter: We thought you were the Witch.
Father Christmas: Yes, sorry about that. But, in my defence, I have been driving one of these longer than the Witch.
Susan: I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia
Father Christmas: Not for a long time. But the hope you have brought, your Majesties, is finally starting to weaken the Witch’s power. Still, I dare say you could do with these!
Lucy: Presents!
Father Christmas: The juice of the fire flower. One drop will cure any injury. And though I hope you never have to use it…
Lucy: Thank you, sir. But I think…I could be brave enough.
Father Christmas: I'm sure you could. But battles are ugly affairs.
Father Christmas: Susan, trust in this bow and it will not easily miss.
Susan: What happened to, 'battles are ugly affairs?'
Father Christmas: And, though you don't seem to have trouble making yourself heard…
Father Christmas: Blow on this, and wherever you are, help will come.
Susan: Thanks.
Father Christmas: And, Peter. The time to use these may be near at hand.
Peter: Thank you, sir.
Father Christmas (to everyone): They are tools…not toys. Bare them well and wisely. Now, I best be off. Winter is almost over and things do pile up when you've been gone a hundred years! … Long live Aslan! And Merry Christmas!
The children: Bye... merry Christmas!
Lucy (to Susan): Told you he was real!
Peter: Did you hear what he said... winter is almost over. You know what that means... no more ice!
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Peter: We need to cross now!
Lucy: Don’t beavers make dams?
Mr. Beaver: I’m not that fast, dear!
Susan: Wait, just think about this for a minute.
Peter: We don't have a minute!
Susan: I’m just trying to be realistic.
Peter: No, you're trying to be smart...as usual!
Mr. Beaver: Wait, maybe I should go first.
Peter: Maybe you should.
Mrs Beaver: You've been sneaking second helpings haven't you?
Mr Beaver: Well you never know what meal is gonna be your last, especially with your cooking.
Susan: If Mum knew what we were doing...
Peter: Mum's not here!
Lucy: Oh no!
Peter: Run!
Mrs. Beaver: No!
Maugrim : Put that down, boy. Someone could get hurt .
Mr. Beaver : Don't worry about me! Run him through!
Maugrim : Leave now while you can, and your brother leaves with you.
Susan : Stop Peter, maybe we should listen to him!
Maugrim : Smart girl.
Mr. Beaver : Don't listen to him! Kill him! Kill him now!
Maugrim: Come on, this isn’t your war. All my queen wants is for your to take your family and go.
Susan: Look, just because some man in a red suit hands you a sword, it doesn't make you a hero! So just drop it!
Mr. Beaver: No Peter! Narnia needs ya! Gut him while you still have a chance!
Maugrim: What's it gonna be Son of Adam? I won’t wait forever. And neither will the river!
Lucy: Peter!
Peter: Hold onto me!
Susan: What have you done?! … Lucy! Lucy!
Lucy (off-screen): Has anyone seen my coat?
Mr. Beaver: Your brother has you well looked after.
Mrs. Beaver: I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore!
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Ginarrbrick: It’s so warm out… …I’ll go check the sleigh.
Maugrim: We found the traitor!
White Witch (to the Fox): Nice of you to drop by. I understand you were so helpful to my wolves last night.
Fox: Forgive me Your Majesty
White Witch: Don't waste my time with flattery.
Fox: Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you.
White Witch: Where is Aslan?!
Edmund: Wait! The Beavers said something about the Stone Table and an army.
White Witch: An army? … Thank you Edmund. I’m glad this creature got to see some honesty…before he died!
Edmund: No!
White Witch: Edmund, think who's side you are on. Mine…or theirs?
White Witch: Gather the faithful. If it’s a war Aslan wants… … it’s a war he shall get.
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Susan: Why are they all staring at us?
Lucy: Maybe they think you look funny.
Mr. Beaver: Stop your fussing. You look lovely.
Peter (to Oreius): We have come to see Aslan.
Aslan: Welcome Peter, Son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve. Welcome Beavers, you have my thanks. But, where is the fourth?
Peter: That's why we are here. We need your help.
Susan: We had a little trouble along the way.
Peter: Our brother’s been captured by the White Witch.
Aslan: Captured? How could this happen?
Mr. Beaver: He betrayed them, Your Majesty.
Oreius: Then he has betrayed us all!
Aslan: Peace, Oreius. I’m sure there’s an explanation.
Peter: It is my fault really. I was too hard on him.
Susan: We all were.
Lucy (to Aslan): Sir? He's our brother.
Aslan: I know, dear one. But that only makes the betrayal all the worse … This may be harder than you think.
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Aslan: That is Cair Paravel, the castle the four thrones in one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King.
Aslan: You doubt the prophecy?
Peter: No, that’s just it... Aslan, I’m not who you all think I am.
Aslan: Peter Pevensie, formly of Finchley. … Beaver also mentioned you planned on turning him into a hat
Aslan: Peter, there is a Deep Magic more powerful than any of us that rules over Narnia. It defines right from wrong and governs all our destinies. Yours and mine.
Peter: But I couldn’t even protect my own family.
Aslan: You’ve brought them safely this far.
Peter: Not all of them.
Aslan: Peter, I will do what I can to help your brother. But I need you to consider what I ask of you. … I too want my family safe.
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Ginnarbrick: Is our little prince prince uncomfortable? Does he want his pillow fluffed? Special treatment for a special boy! Isn’t that what you wanted?
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Lucy: You look like mum.
Susan: Mother hasn't had a dress like this since before the war.
Lucy: We should bring her one back. A whole trunk full!
Susan: If we ever get back...Sorry I guess I am like that. We used to have fun together, didn’t we?
Lucy: Yes, before you got boring.
Susan: Oh really?
Maugrim: Please don’t run. We’re tried…
Vardan: And we’d prefer to kill you quickly.
Peter: Susan!
Peter: Get back!
Lucy: Peter!
Maugrim: Come on, we’ve already been through this. We both know you haven’t got it in you.
Susan: Peter, watch out!
Aslan: Stay your weapons. This is Peter’s battle.
Maugrim: You may think you’re a king, but you’re going to die…like a dog!
Susan and Lucy: Peter... no!
Aslan: After him. He'll lead you to Edmund.
Aslan: Peter, clean your sword.
Aslan: Rise, Sir Peter Wolf’s-Bane, Knight of Narnia.
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Otmin: The minotaurs will take the left flanks. We’ll keep the giants in reserve and send the dwarfs in first.
Otmin: The prisoner!
Dwarf: You're not going to kill me?
White Witch: Not yet! We have work to do.
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Lucy: Edmund!
Aslan: What's done is done. There is no need to speak to Edmund about what is past.
Edmund: Hello.
Susan: How are you feeling?
Edmund: I'm a little tired.
Peter: Get some rest...and Edmund… try not to wander off again.
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Lucy: Narnia isn't going to run out of toast, Ed.
Peter: I’m sure they’ll pack some up for the journey back.
Susan: Were going home?
Peter: You are. I promised Mum I’d keep you three safe. But that doesn’t mean I can't stay and help.
Lucy: But, they need us...All four of us
Peter: Lucy, it's too dangerous. You almost drowned, Edmund was almost killed!
Edmund: Which is why we have to stay.
Edmund: I've seen what the White Witch can do…and I’ve helped her do it. And we can't leave these people behind to suffer for it.
Susan: I suppose that’s it then.
Peter: We’re going home?
Susan: To get in some practice.
Peter: Come on! En guard! Keep your sword up like Oreius showed us! Now block!
Edmund: Whoa horsey!
Brown Horse: My name is Philip.
Edmund(shocked): Oh, sorry
Mr. Beaver: You’d better come quick! The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan. She’s on her way there!
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Ginarrbrick: Jadis! The queen of Narnia! Empress or the Lone Islands!
White Witch: You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan.
Aslan: His offence was not against you.
White Witch : Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?
Aslan : Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch! I was there when it was written.
White Witch : Then you’ll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. … His blood is my property.
Peter (drawing his sword) : Try and take him then!
White Witch : Do you think that a mere force can deny me my right, little king? Aslan knows that unless I have blood as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water. That boy will die on the Stone Table…as is tradition. … You dare not refuse me.
Aslan: Enough…I shall talk with you alone .
Aslan: She has renounced her claim on the son of Adam’s blood.
White Witch: How do I know your promise will be kept?
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Lucy (whispers): Susan!
Aslan: Aren't you suppose to be in bed?
Lucy: We couldn't sleep.
Susan: Please, Aslan. Couldn't we come with you?
Aslan: I would be glad of the company tonight. Thank you.
Aslan: It is time. From here, I must go on alone. You have to trust me, for this must be done. Thank you, Susan. Thank you, Lucy. And farewell.
White Witch: Behold, the great lion.
Ginarrbrik: Here kitty, kitty. Do you want some milk?
Lucy: Why doesn't he fight back?
White Witch: Bind him! … Wait. Let him first be shaved!
White Witch: Bring him to me.
White Witch: You know, Aslan, I'm a little disappointed in you. Did you honestly think by all this that you could save the human traitor?
White Witch: You are giving me your life and saving no one’s. So much for love.
White Witch: Tonight, the Deep Magic will be appeased! But tomorrow...we will take Narnia...forever!
White Witch: In that knowledge... Despair... and DIE!
White Witch: The great cat…is DEAD!!
White Witch (To Otmin): General, prepare your troops for battle. However short it may be.
Susan: It's too late. … He's gone. He must have known what he was doing.
Susan: Get away! Get away, all of you!
Lucy: No. Look.
Susan: We have to tell the others.
Lucy: We can't just leave him.
Susan: Lucy, there's no time. They need to know.
Lucy: ...The Trees.
Dryad: Fear not, my princes. I bring grave news from your sisters. Later…
Peter: She’s right. He’s gone
Edmund: Then you'll have to lead us. Peter, there's a whole army out there and it’s ready to follow you.
Peter: I can't.
Edmund: Aslan believed you could. And so do I.
Oreius (to Peter): The Witch’s army is nearing, sire. What are your orders?
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Gryphon: They come, you highness, in numbers and weapons far greater then our own.
Oreius: Numbers do not win a battle.
Peter: No, but I bet they help.
White Witch (to Otmin): I take no interest in prisoners. Kill them all.
Otmin: Look to the sky!
Peter: Are you with me?
Orieus: To the death.
Peter: For Narnia!! And For Aslan!!
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Susan: We should go.
Lucy: I'm so cold.
Lucy: Susan!
Susan: What have they done?
Susan and Lucy: ASLAN!
Susan: But we saw the knife…The Witch-
Aslan: If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently. That if a willing victim who has committed no treachery is killed in a traitors stead, the Stone Table would crack and even death itself would turn backwards.
Susan: We sent the word that you were dead. Peter and Edmund will have gone to war.
Lucy (draws dagger): We have to help them.
Aslan: We will, dear one. But not alone. Climb on my back. We have far to go and little time to get there. And you may want to cover your ears.
Back to the battle...
Beaver: That's the signal! Get ready!
Edmund: Fire!
Peter: Fall back! Draw them to the rocks! Back to Aslan…
Susan: Where are we going?
Aslan: Hang on!
Peter: "Stop!"
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Lucy: Susan, this is...
Susan: Mr. Tumnus!
Aslan: Come, we must search the castle - others may still be trapped inside and Peter will need all the help he can get. Back to the battle
Peter: Ed! There are too many of them! Go! Get out of here! Get the girls, and get them home!
Beaver: Come on, you heard him!
Beaver: Peter said to go!
Edmund: Peter's no King yet!
Peter (silenced): Edmund!!
Witch: Impossible!
Aslan: It is finished.
Susan: Where's Edmund?
Susan: Edmund!
Peter: When are you ever going to do are you're told?
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Aslan: To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. To the great western woods, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle. And to the clear northern skies, King Peter the Magnificent. Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars come raining down from the heavens.
Everyone: Long live King Peter! Long live Queen Susan! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Lucy!
Aslan walking on the beach in the sunset…
Tumnus: Don’t worry. We’ll see him again.
Lucy: When?
Tumnus: In time. One day he’ll be here, the next he won’t. But you mustn’t press him. After all, he’s not a tame lion.
Lucy: No. But he is good.
Tumnus: Here. You need it more than I do.
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Edmund: Are you alright, Philip?
Philip: Not as young as I once was.
Susan: Come on, Ed.
Edmund: Just catching my breath.
Susan: Well that’s all we’ll catch at this rate.
Lucy: What did he say again, Susan?
Susan: “You girls wait in the castle, I'll get the stag myself!”
Peter: What’s this?
Peter: This seems familiar.
Susan: As if from a dream…
Lucy: Or a dream of a dream. … Spare Oom…
Peter: Lucy!
Susan: Not again!
Peter: Lu?
Lucy: Come on!
Peter: These aren't branches...
Susan: They’re coats.
Edmund: Susan, you’re on my foot…
Professor Kirke: Oh. There you are. What were you all doing in the wardrobe?
Peter: You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.
Digory Kirke (smiles): Try me.
Credits: “Can’t Take it In” song plays.
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Professor: I don't think you'll get back in that way...You see, I've already tried.
Lucy: Will we ever go back?
Professor: I expect so. But it’ll probably happen when you’re not looking for it. All the same…it’s best to keep your eyes open.
THE END
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