All language subtitles for Worzel Gummidge Down Under s01e08 Slave Scarecrow

Amen.

Aunt Sally.

Aunt Sally.

You've made me the happiest scarecrow in
the whole wild world, Aunt Sally.

From this year day forward,

for having cake or not having cake, a

good temper,

Or back him.

Until being chucked on the... On the...
On the... Do

we fight?

What do you think you're doing?

What an awful nightmare.

Must have been their cheese and sausages
and them slices of cake and a few

biscuits and a half bowl and some potato
crisps and a meat pie and a cup of tea

and lemonade and that's what I had for
my supper.

Boys.

Glug.

Glug, glug.

What are you talking about, Bert?

Glug, glug, glug.

You ain't right in the head, so you
ain't.

Better get back to sleeping.

Finish up that there wedding.

Wazzle.

Wazzle.

Was that you, you dreaminess?

Wazzle.

It's funny.

I didn't see your depths move.

I didn't know you were one of them
ventriloquists.

What do you want?

I want you, Wazzle Gummidge. Come.

Come. Come where?

You'll see.

But I haven't finished me sleeping yet.

There'll be time enough for sleep.

All the sleepers Keckler could wish for.

Come.

Why for?

What do you want with old Wurzel,
mister?

It's not Mr. Wurzel, Gamit. It's Martha.

Take him.

Happy birthday, Wurzel.

Rise and shine, Wurzel. Your very first
birthday in New Zealand. I want you to

make the best of it.

Up you get, you idle scarecrow.

It's my soul.

I've let you down, Mr. Crewman, haven't
I?

I've placed Wurzel in my custody and
I've let you down.

Are you partial to bacon and eggs,
Wurzel, darling?

Partial, I am.

Fried slice?

Maybe it's nice to slice a cake with
fried slices.

Mushrooms, tomatoes, fried potatoes,
baked beans?

Just a titchy dollop of each, thank you
very much.

Me mouth's watering so much, I could
drown a rat in it.

Sausages? Sausages.

I live and breathe for sausages.

Yeah, I tell you what. Seeing as now
it's me birthday, as a special treat,

instead of three sausages, how would it
be if I had two sausages?

Another sausage?

Certainly, Wessel Gummidge.

There,

there.

A breakfast.

Fit for a king.

What is that?

That's a breakfast and a half, that is.

The only trouble is, it's just up here
like a chicken. I don't rightly know how

to eat it.

Eat it?

You're not going to eat it, Mr.
Gummidge.

I'm going to eat it.

What?

Of all the horrible, ugly, screwed
things you do to a poor old scarecrow?

Yes. That's because I am horrible,
heartless, and cruel.

But there is a purpose to my poor little
joke.

I was showing how you will cook my
breakfast tomorrow, tomorrow, and the

after. Oh, no, I ain't. I ain't gonna
cook you nothing.

Who wants to go home?

Ah, but you are home, Wessel Gummidge.

Don't you understand?

Like all my scarecrow's, you are my
scarecrow's slave.

It can't have vanished into thin air.

Worse than I thought.

Come on, Mickey.

Go.

Children, I want you to help me find
something. It's a ball, a sort of glass

ball.

of that one. It's ours.

No, well, it's very much like this, only
it's made of glass.

A glass football?

Yes, well, it's not exactly a football.
It's, well, for looking in. A looking

glass ball?

Well, you'll know it if you find it,
children. I want you to look in the

tip and in the dustbins everywhere, and
on the seashore.

And children, don't get your feet wet.
We won't.

An excellent breakfast.

And now, to work, Master Gummidge.

Haven't you forgotten something, mister?

No, I've had sufficient, thank you
kindly.

Well, you may have had sufficient, but
what about me? What about poor old

Wurzel? When does I get my breakfast?

But you're a scarecrow.

A thing of twigs and straw.

Scarecrows don't need any breakfast,
Master Gummidge.

Well, they doesn't need any, but they
has it anyway.

Not in this household.

You'll never eat again, my fine friend.

What, never?

No more sausages and cups of tea and
slices of cake?

I wouldn't wish that on a dang rook.

Ah, but you wished it upon yourself, was
it, Gamish? Didn't you?

No, I never.

I may be stupid, but I ain't barmy.

But you did.

You interfered with my plans.

Plans? What plans?

My plans for Aunt Sally, of course.

A fine scarecrow she'd make, chopped up,
put together.

But you had to interfere.

You and his high and mightiness, the
Crow Man.

Yeah, and you just wait till his hand
-matchiness comes here looking for me,

then you won't have copy.

But he won't.

He doesn't know where to find you. Yeah,
well, that's where you're wrong, Mr.

Cleverbritches. All he has to do is look
in his look -see ball, and there I'll

be. Ah, but he doesn't have a crystal
ball anymore.

Without it, he has no powers.

Without it... He's a straw.

Yes, well, I's a straw as well, but that
won't stop me running off as fast as my

twiggy legs will carry me. And I'll tell
the grown man, I'll tell the grown man,

and Christmas ball or no Christmas ball,
you'll cop it, as you see.

Well, well, Pedro Gummidge, no one's
stopping you.

Off you go.

I'll be on my way, Dad.

Cheerio, gentlemen.

Well, I wouldn't like to be in your
boots when I told the crow man he

give me no breakfast.

Exactly.

But never fear words, old gummage.

You'll leave soon enough, but only to
return.

Return?

If I get out of here without looking
like a slice of burnt toast, that's a

potato. You'll never see twigs or straw
more worse than ever again.

Ah, but I shall.

Not only of you, but Aunt Sally too.

Aunt Sally?

You must be daft to know what I am. What
makes you think that Aunt Sally would

come back here after you was going to
chop her up and use her arms and legs to

make up a scarecrow's wig?

Because... You'll fetch her,
Wurzelgummage. Oh, yes. Oh, yeah, very

Come along on, Sally.

Oh, Wurzel is a special treat. Gonna
take you back to that nice, kind

who wants to chop your head off.

She'll come, Wurzelgummage. Don't worry.

You must be balmy.

I'd have to chop her up myself first.

Ah, but you shall, Wurzelgummage, and
carry her back in a sack.

Must be hidden somewhere.

That rogue of a trembling scarecrow
maker can't have carried it off with

wouldn't dare.

He wouldn't have destroyed it because
he'd destroy himself with it.

What are you looking so reproachful
about?

Without that crystal ball, you're a
turnip and nothing more.

You can say what you likes or do what
you likes, but I ain't never going to

up my Aunt Sally and put her in no sack.

We shall see, Wurzelgammage. We shall
see.

Now, I've got something for you.

A present.

A present?

For me?

Mm -hmm.

Yeah, well, it can't be a birthday cake,
because it's too titchy. Ah, it's

something better than cake.

A mogul.

It's a mogul of my Aunt Sally.

A memento of Aunt Sally.

For when she is Aunt Sally no more.

Here, Wurzelgemitsch.

Take it.

It's yours.

Take the talisman.

We will be with every prick in your body
when you hold this talisman.

Can you hear your master, Wurzel
Gummidge?

Yes, oh master.

Wurzel Hedgerow Gummidge, I renounce
your name.

Henceforth, you shall be known as Slave
Scarecrow number 13.

What are you?

Slave Scarecrow number 113.

Oh, master.

Near enough.

Near enough.

And we are sick.

A scarecrow not only walks, but can
talk.

Henceforth you shall carry the talisman
at all times, number 30.

Is that clear?

Yes, oh master.

Good. Now I have an errand for you. Do
you know what it is?

Go and find Aunt Sally, oh master.

Number 13.

Here is the accident.

Here is the very second.

Rise.

Bring her to me quickly, number 13.

Yes.

Where, child, where?

There, out there, look.

We've got to wait out for it, because he
told us not to get our feet wet.

Quite right, Manu, quite right.

Can't you see it?

Yes, I see it.

Thank you, children.

A noble child.

We'll never find it. We've looked
everywhere.

Can we go and play now, Miss Cronin?

Yes, off you go.

Hey, this is supposed to be a good film.
They wouldn't leave us even if we had

any money here.

Go to prison?

Oh, I don't mind if I do. You get a cup
of tea and a slice of cake in prison.

Anyway, I haven't had any breakfast all
day, so could I have a lick of your

lolly, missy?

Just one, and don't bite it.

Puzzle, you've dropped something.

Isn't that silly, doll?

Here you are.

Yeah, that's not a playing doll, see?

That's an owning doll.

Get lost, you two.

I'm off to pee, pickle, wickle, wuckle,
wuckle.

or I'm going to chop Aunt Sally's legs
off and put them in a sack.

Children,

you haven't found my crystal ball?

No, it's about Wurzel. Better come in.

I'm afraid Wurzel hasn't been himself
lately.

You're telling me.

Another jam tart?

Thanks. Just one more.

Tell him about the doll, Mickey.

What doll?

A little model of Aunt Sally.

The funny thing is... The funny thing
is, when he dropped it, he was nice old

Wurzel again. But as soon as he picked
it up, he was really, really nasty.

And he was on his way to be waka -waka,
you say.

Eat up, children. I have work to do.

Call them.

Won't you listen to me? I have a message
from your master, the traveling

scarecrow maker.

Aunt Sally is at my house. I am to drive
you there.

Go and wait in my vehicle.

Number 13.

Yeah.

Come along,

Aunt Sally.

Virgil needs you.