All language subtitles for Dreamchild.1985.1080p.Blu

Ah!

For God's sake, shut up!

What is his sorrow?

Oh! It's all his fancy, that.

This Mock Turtle hasn't even
got any sorrow, you know.

This young lady here,

she wants to know your
history, so she does.

When... When...

When we were little,

we went to school

in... in the sea.

Oh! Abso-blooming-lutely.

The master was an old turtle.

We used to call him.

Tortoise.

Why did you call him
Tortoise if he wasn't one?

We called him Tortoise
because he taught us.

Really, you're very dull.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself,

asking such a simple question!

But how many hours a day
did you do lessons?

Ten hours the first.
Nine the next. Then eight.

What a curious plan!

That's the reason they're
called lessons, stupid!

Because they lessen
from day to day.

Then the 11th day
must have been a holiday?

Well, of course it was.

Not very bright, are you?

No!

Where are you?

Where have you gone?

♪ All of me

♪ Why not take all of me?

♪ Can't you see

♪ I'm no good without you?

♪ Take my lips

♪ I want to lose them

♪ Take my arms

♪ I'll never use them

♪ Your goodbye

♪ Left me with eyes that cry

♪ How can I

♪ Go on, dear, without you?

♪ You took the pie

♪ That once was my eye

Well, Lucy. Our very last
night on board the Berengaria.

Yes, ma'am.

We must compose ourselves,
my dear,

for whatever perils
and novelties

may lie ahead of us
in the United States.

Yes, Mrs. Hargreaves.

Well, at least the people
there speak a form of English.

Even though with a sort of
rubbery paste in their mouths.

It's called chewing gum.

They actually talk to one
with it still in their mouths,

moving it from one side
of the cheek to the other.

Did you know that, Lucy?

I... I don't think all of them do, Mrs.
Hargreaves.

The Americans on
this ship don't...

No, no, no. Now, I'm not talking
about the type of American

who travels to and from
Europe, child.

I refer to the common man.

The vast hordes.
The great unwashed.

Yes, ma'am.

Now what is it, child?

Why are you distracted?

It's nothing. Nothing.

It's not cheap music
that disturbs you.

It's your youth.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, we have had our little
nocturnal perambulation.

It's time for bed. I'm tired
and I must close my eyes.

Come along, Lucy. Lucy,
I said, come along.

Mrs. Hargreaves...
Oh, now, what is it?

I wonder if I might be allowed

to go and listen to the band?

You? Only for a little while.

Oh, now, now, come, come.

No, it's just... No, I really don't
think you should be late tonight, Lucy.

Disembarkation is a notoriously
exhausting business.

And my hair needs a thoroughly
good brushing, my dear.

Lots of vigor.

Is that it?

Rumors of war in Europe,
Hitler soon to be Chancellor.

Another gang war,
a plane crash, a kidnap.

I think that covers
the lighter side, gentlemen.

No heavy stuff at all?

Here's something
that might be interesting.

- Well, let's have it.
- It's about Alice in Wonderland.

Oh, great.
That's all we need.

No, Th-there's this old
dame they've found in England.

She was Alice.
I mean, the real Alice.

The one Lewis Carroll first
told the story to 70 years ago.

Is that right?
She a real person?

I mean, that's like saying
fairies are for real.

They are. Haven't you met the new
guy we hired to do the ladies' page?

What about her, Harry?

She's arriving in New York
tomorrow morning on the Berengaria.

Columbia are gonna give her
an honorary degree.

As part of the celebrations.

Lewis Carroll was born
100 years ago.

How old did you say she was?

She's 80. Carroll told her
the story when she was 10.

Get her. We want her.

Oh, you got to be
kidding, surely?

An 80-year-old woman
from England?

She's probably too gaga
by now to talk sensible, anyway.

Now, listen.

Any old dame who fell
down a rabbit hole

and sat down to tea
with the Mad Hatter

is going to cheer me up,
let alone our readers.

And I'm a miserable
son of a bitch,

or hadn't you heard?

We've heard.

If they see you here, Jack,
they'll call the cops.

Ah, I'm just coming in
to clear out my desk.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

You got fired a month ago and
you've been in a dozen times since.

Forget it. They won't
take you back.

It wasn't so terrible,
what I did.

Making up a whole interview?

That's what Lindberg would
have said if he'd talked to me.

Mmm-hmm.

Anyway, I'm going in
to argue my case.

I'm broke. I'm desperate. Oh.

There's a whole big depression
going on out there, Sally.

I can't even get a job
washing dishes.

And me, with all my talent!
Uh-huh.

Religious affairs.

Sorry.

Hargreaves. Right.

Yes.

As soon as the boat's through
quarantine, tomorrow morning.

You sure you want this?

Okay, okay, I only asked!

What's up?

Do you know anything
about Alice in Wonderland?

Sure, do I know anything about it.
Yeah, it's a book!

Christ!

Don't look at me, Sally.
Just keep typing. Please.

Well, well. Brave Jack Dolan.

Ex-ace reporter, would-be all-purpose
hustler and 100% C-O-W-A-R-D.

You can come out now. He's gone.

He's a bum.

So, anyway, about Alice in Wonderland.
Uh-huh.

It's a kids' book. It's
about a girl named Alice.

She goes down a hole
in the ground and she...

Will proceed in one
hour and 15 minutes precisely.

The Captain, staff and crew
of the Berengaria...

You seem excited.

I am.

Ah, when you are my age, Lucy,

you will have long since learnt

the greater one's
anticipation of a thing,

the fewer pleasures
it eventually yields.

Yes, ma'am.

Lucy, dear, I'm going
below for an hour.

Unlike you, I need
to compose myself.

Now, you may stay here and
examine the foreign shore.

Thank you, ma'am.

Fetch me in exactly 45 minutes
and not a minute before.

Unless the Red Indians try to
come aboard in their canoes.

"Either the well was very deep,"

"or she fell very slowly,"

"for she had plenty of time
as she went down"

"to look about her,"

"and to wonder what was
going to happen next."

- It's my turn.
- No, it's not.

- Course it is.
- It's mine.

And when you've got your
ball through that hoop

aim for this one over here.

Has got a lovely shirt.

If you dare touch
that ball, Edith...

Edith!

Alice.

Edith, give the ball back.

Oh, Lorina.

♪ Down yonder green valley

♪ Where streamlets meander

♪ When twilight is fading

♪ I pensively rove

♪ Or at the bright noontide

♪ In solitude wander

♪ Amid the dark shades...

♪...was cheerfully singing

♪ I first met that dear one

♪ The joy of my heart

♪ Around us for gladness

♪ The bluebells were ringing

♪ Ah, then little thought I

No, no, Alice! What's
the matter with you!

"How soon we should part."

Oh, you're a terrible
fuss, Lorina.

What difference does it make?

That's how I sing it, so there!

Then you don't sing it right!

Don't say "don't," Edith.
Say "do not."

It is vulgar to say "don't."

But you said it.

I did not! Yes, you did, Alice.

Why are you such
a know-it-all, Lorina?

Well, I like that!

Seems to me you're the
know-it-all around here.

Should, would. Should, would.

Come on, then.
What's the difference?

She don't know.

Don't say "don't."

Don't.

That's how
Mr. Dodgson says it.

Don't.

You'll get
stuck like it, Alice.

He says I'm a
wistful little beggar girl.

Who says that?

Mr. Dodgson, the
mathematics tutor, Mama.

Mr. Dodgson said that?

Oh, don't fuss, he was
talking about photography, Mother.

I'm to pose for my picture.

He has photographed
Tennyson, you know.

"Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,."

"All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred."

Yes, yes, Alice, don't show off.

We all know The Charge
of the Light Brigade.

I don't.

But Tennyson was quite rude
to poor Mr. Dodgson.

You didn't know that, did you?

What do you mean, Alice? Rude?

Did he make fun of his stutter?

Be quiet!

Well, Tennyson told his guests

that he often dreamed
long passages of poetry.

Then he turned to
poor Mr. Dodgson

who had scarcely said a single word.
How do you know?

Mr. Dodgson told me, of course.

And Tennyson turned
to Mr. Dodgson and said,

"You, I suppose,
dream of photographs."

Mr. Dodgson seems to confess a remarkable
number of things to you, my dear.

Oh, yes! Mr. Dodgson
talks to me a lot.

So it seems.

He says that every man should have
someone he can trust his secrets with.

Trust, Alice?

But why on earth should
he say that to you?

Because he loves me, of course.

He loves us all, Mother.

Each and every one of us.

The Times! I thought
The Trib would be

the only one to have
this crazy idea.

Are you kidding? She's better than Peter Pan,
Huck Finn and Santa Claus rolled into one.

You know why?
'Cause she's for real.

And you're not supposed to be here.
You're not entitled.

You don't work for the papers anymore.
No, no, no. But watch me.

- Hey, fellas, how are you doing?
- Hey, good morning, gentlemen.

Oh, look at your
little bunny, it's so cute.

Passengers
from the Berengaria

are disembarking at pier...

What's the
little girl's name?

Hey, Lucy. Lucy, come here.

Hey, Lucy!

Lucy, come on!

Hey, Lucy.

Hey, Lucy.

What do you want?

You're with Alice, right?
Where's the old lady?

Where's Alice, miss? Yeah,
can you take us to Alice, huh?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Come on, Alice. Alice in Wonderland.
You work with her, don't you?

What's she like, Lucy?
And where is she?

- Down a rabbit hole?
- That's very cute?

Don't be scared, honey, we only
want to set up a press conference.

An interview with her. Yeah.
And some pictures, you know.

Why don't you find Mrs. Hargreaves?
That's who they want.

They won't leave either of you
alone until they've seen her.

Now, where is she? In her cabin?

But she mustn't be disturbed.

She said...

Would you like someone who'd
come below deck with you, miss?

You'll get no exclusive
here, Jackie boy.

It's okay, you guys, he doesn't
even work for a paper anymore.

Then what's he doing here?

Thank you, Sally.
Go on, go get her.

Bring her up here, honey.
We won't bite.

Not much, we won't.

Listen, will you tell her...

Please, I beg you, all of you,

not to address her as Alice.

What's that?
We mustn't call her Alice.

No, her name's Mrs. Hargreaves.

And she'd be very upset if strangers
were to call her anything else.

Mrs. Hargreaves.
I can see it now,

"Mrs. Hargreaves in Wonderland."

It ain't got the same
ring, sweetheart.

Where is Mr. Hargreaves, anyway?

Who is he? Some kind
of white rabbit?

There she is!

Do you have any messages for
the children of America, ma'am?

Message for the children?

Come on,
sit down here.

How long are you going
to be in America, ma'am?

I want to get
another picture.

I have been invited here

to receive an honorary degree
from Columbia University

as part of New York City's
celebration

of the centenary of the birth
of the Reverend Charles Dodgson.

Who's he, ma'am? Who's Dodgson?
Could you spell that, ma'am?

Quiet!

Thank you.

I did not expect so much fuss.

I was simply the little girl
to whom he once told his tales.

- I can scarce recall him after all these
long years. - That's a good lead...

Oh, come on, Alice.
Alice...

I am asked if I have any
message for the children.

I do. Indeed, I do.

I hope they will more successfully
learn than you appear to have done,

how to address their elders
with respect.

I hope, too,

that they will say their
prayers before getting into bed,

that they will sit up
straight at the dinner table,

and always keep their hands
and faces spotlessly clean.

And read sensible books in a light
good enough not to damage their eyes,

and yet, not so harsh

as entirely to remove the shadows
from the corners of the room.

And now, if you please,

I wish to be pestered no more

with your clangor
or your impertinences.

Come along, Lucy dear!

Ah, Alice, how about a quick
picture with the White Rabbit?

I guess she doesn't
like rabbits.

Are you sure this is for us?

Courtesy of
Columbia University, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am. It's part
of the celebrations.

Welcome
to what we earnestly hope

will prove to be
a new wonderland

for an Alice who is ever young.

But what does it all mean?

Why so much fuss?

Oh, Lucy, Lucy.
Whatever shall we do?

Mrs. Hargreaves?

I had no idea so much
would be expected of me.

Would you like me to order
you a nice cup of tea?

Tea? Yes. Oh, no, no!

No, I am told the Americans don't
know how to make a proper cup of tea.

And, in any case, my poor old
head is in such a whirl...

We're not going
to be left alone.

Not for one minute.

Oh, no! Not more, surely!

It's like a greenhouse
in here already.

Who is it, dear?

I...

What do you want?

You.

Lucy?

Do you mind if I come in? Wait.

Wait.

Mrs... Madam.

These few red roses are for the enchanting
little girl of all our childhoods

who grew up to be
such a gracious lady!

Are you, by any chance,
one of those...

What are they called? Ma'am?

Homosexuals.

Oh, no! No.

No, no, I'm not.

Thank you just the same.

I don't want them. The flowers.

Don't you?

Well, in the first place I don't
know who you are, young man.

He's... And secondly, we are
already up to our knees in blooms.

Flowers remind me
of death, you know.

In which case I'm very,
very sorry, ma'am.

I'll take them
with me when I go.

When you go, yes.

I have no wish to be ungracious,

but would you mind telling
me what it is you want?

Are you employed
by this establishment?

No. He was one of the reporters
who came onto the ship, ma'am.

He's the one who
called for silence.

John Francis Dolan.
New York Herald Tribune.

Formerly.

I see. One of that rabble.

Yes, we
were, weren't we!

But that's exactly why
I'm here, Mrs. Hargreaves.

Five minutes ago, I telephoned
a friend of mine on The Trib,

and there's gonna be an
editorial in the paper tomorrow

all about you. Me?

I just had a feeling
there would be.

And not only in The Herald Tribune.
You'll see.

I jotted down what they say,
I'd like to read it to you.

But I don't think
I want to hear...

"Is it inconceivable
that her presence..."

That's you, Mrs. Hargreaves.

"Is it inconceivable that her presence
might remind a host of worried Americans"

"of how much more there is
in the world than economics,"

"and how scant a relationship
wealth has to... to fun?"

What are they saying?
What does it all mean?

If you go to any one of
these windows and look out...

No, no! Much too high!

You'd see what looks like
what is a very rich city.

Maybe the richest city
in the world.

But we're in the middle of the Depression.
Yes, I know that.

Okay, so there's a lot
of worry out there.

Fear, even crime, racketeers,
hoodlums, kidnappers, killers.

But don't you have something that I
believe is called an electrical chair?

Electric chair, ma'am.

Yeah, precisely!

Yes, we do. But troubles
can't always be cured.

Sometimes we have to
dream a little.

Oh, weak. Very weak!

One should always address oneself
to things as they actually are.

Pull the switch! Fry them!

Well, that's as maybe...

But people want to think
of nice things now and again.

People want to make believe.
Don't they?

Yes, they do.

You see. Lucy?

You speak when you're
spoken to, if you please.

I'm sorry, ma'am. Well, she's right.
They do.

And you're gonna find that out
over here, Mrs. Hargreaves.

We all want you to be the...

The little girl you once were.

Oh, the little girl Mr. Dodgson
made me out to be,

you mean, 70 years ago.

Yes, yes.

Lewis Carroll's Alice.

That's intolerable! It's
quite, quite intolerable.

It would be difficult enough at
my age to be what I once was,

but utterly impossible
to be what I never was.

But listen,

you're throwing away
a great, great chance here.

Can't you just sometimes talk
like Alice in the book, you know?

Play the part?

No.

No. That is completely
beyond me, young man.

And apart from being dishonest,

it is also extremely vulgar.

Listen to me, Alice...

Is there no one in this land
who has any manners?

What?

In a few days' time
I shall be 80 years old, sir.

If, and only if you were 81,

it might be possible for you to call me by
my given name upon so short an acquaintance.

Kindly address me
as Mrs. Hargreaves.

Wow!

I beg your pardon?

Did you say you were almost 80?

Are you attempting to suggest

that in some way I look younger?

Am I attempting it? No.

No, there's no need
to attempt anything,

because you don't
look a day over...

No.

I won't say 'cause you
won't believe me, ma'am.

You look terrific.

What a fraudulent
young man you are.

Oh, lovely.

That's it.

When you clapped
your hands like that,

I could see right back
across the years.

I could see why this Lewis Carroll fell...
Or whatever his real name was.

Fell head over heels,
and what did he call you?

Oh, I... A dreamchild.

Don't think I...
Don't think I...

Oh, dear...

Mrs. Hargreaves?

Lucy.

What is it?

Mrs. Hargreaves?

It's all right.

It's nothing.

Shall you lie down?

Something or someone stepped on my grave.
That's all.

Now, now, Alice,

you must try to keep
quite, quite still.

Oh, dear. Mama says
that's impossible.

Oh, she does, does she?

You know how very tiresome
mothers can be.

She says I'm a fidget.
A perpetual fidget.

I shouldn't worry too much
about it, Alice.

I like you exactly
the way you are.

Do you, Mr. Dodgson?

Really and truly?

Alice.

Mr. Dodgson?

I wouldn't change
one hair of your head.

Yes.

I think I will lie down
for a little while.

If you don't mind, Mr... Mmm.

I must ask you to leave.

Oh, yes, of course.

But may I please
speak with you later?

Come along, Lucy.

What does he want?
What is he after?

Something, I'll be bound.

Won't be long now, Lucy.
Not long to wait.

Ma'am?

Not long before I see

what I am told is the
radiant face of my Maker.

Ma'am, I'm sure you've many a...

Many a...

Many a what? Many a day?

I doubt it.

Not even many an hour.

You don't know that.

Oh, of course I know it,
you foolish child.

I don't mind, Lucy. It will come when
it comes, and it will come as a friend.

When I was your age,

I used to wonder how the very old
managed to cope with the thought.

But now that I'm
very old myself,

I find the Grim Reaper has a
smile on his face after all.

Mrs. Hargreaves.

Come on.

Off with the other boot!

Yes, ma'am.

You're a good girl, Lucy.

On the whole.

My husband is dead.

My sons were killed by the Hun.

You know the thing I shall
most strongly object to

when the trumpets sound
on the other side?

No.

If the Almighty, my Maker,
shall make the mistake of

bidding me welcome in German.

I'm not really worried,

I'm sure God is a gentleman.

Let's hope so.

Well, if he isn't,

there's a good number
of my family before me

who must have had
a considerable shock.

Dreamchild...

I wish this could go on
for ever and ever.

Perhaps it will.

Nonsense, Mr. Dodgson.

Nothing lasts forever,

not on this earth, anyway.

Oh, but it does, Mrs. Liddell.

It does last forever.

At least, if you're rowing,
it does.

Nevertheless, Mr. Duckworth,

we have to be back at the
deanery an hour before dinner.

Oh, Mama! Don't talk
about going home yet.

Don't say "don't."

Dear me, no.

We haven't had our
tea and cakes yet.

Very nice cakes, too.

Though I do think we ought
to find a nice hayrick

with some shade soon.

Very soon.

Alice!
Alice, what are you doing?

Alice! Apologize at once!

How dare you! What a
terrible thing to do!

But he was looking at me.

A cat can look
at a queen, you know.

Looking at you, Alice? Really,
I don't know what you mean.

Be quiet, Edith!

Say you're sorry. At once.

No, no! It d-d-doesn't matter.

Dear Mr. Dodgson, I'm sorry,
I was only playing.

Of course.

And to show you how really,
truly sorry I am, Mr. Dodgson,

you shall have my prettiest
handkerchief to dry your poor face.

Thank you.
Don't be foolish, Alice.

I'm quite sure Mr. Dodgson has

a much more sensible
handkerchief of his own.

Yes, yes, of course.

It's got big, white...
White spots on it.

What...

But how...

I didn't quite close
the door when I left.

But why?

Need you ask?

No.

Please don't be scared.
It's all right.

But it's not right.

You must go. Please, you must.

Do you want me to?

No, but...

Please, you must.

I just want to talk with you for
a few minutes. That's all, honest.

Come down with me. No.

Come down with me.

We can't talk here. We'll
have some tea or something.

No. I can't do that.

She's asleep. Isn't she?

Come on.

It was time for Alice
to have some tea.

She saw a table set with
cups and saucers and plates

under a tree.

The Hatter,

who was quite, quite mad,

and the March Hare,
equally mad, of course,

were already there,
having their tea.

A Dormouse was sitting
between them.

Well, I say "sitting."

In fact, he was fast asleep.

The other two were
using it as a cushion.

A what?

A cushion.

A cushion.

How very uncomfortable
for the Dormouse!

Lucy?

Lucy.

Where are you, girl?

Lucy, come here.

♪ The moon may be high

♪ But I can't see
a thing in the sky

♪ 'Cause I only
have eyes for you

♪ I don't know if
we're in a garden

♪ Or on a crowded avenue

♪ You are here, so am I

Lucy.

What on earth are...

You said tea. What?

Tea. You said come down for tea.

Well, that's what this is,
is tea. It's a tea dance.

Come on, relax, Lucy, relax.

What if she wakes up
and I'm not there?

You can't spend every second of
every minute worrying about that.

What sort of life is that?

Come on. Let's dance.
That's what the music's for.

What's the matter?
I step on your toes?

She's going to die.

What?

Any moment now.

And she knows it.

Mrs. Hargreaves...

She's going to die.

Then what shall I do?

She's very old, Lucy. We... We...

We all have to, sometime.

Besides, she doesn't treat
you very well, does she?

I don't...

I don't have anyone else.

Ah, that can't be true, Lucy.

You don't know
anything about it.

Things are different in England.

There aren't many jobs
for someone like me.

Hey, it's the same the whole world over.
It's hard times, darling!

This... This isn't
just a job, though.

She makes me see the world...

Makes me see it
through her eyes.

Lucy?

Lucy? Lucy?

Yes.

Yes. All right!

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

No room.

No room!

There's plenty of room!

There.

Plenty of room.

Have some wine.

I don't see any wine.

There isn't any.

Then it wasn't very civil
of you to offer it.

Well, it wasn't
very civil of you

to sit down without
being invited.

I didn't know it was your table.

It was laid for a great
many more than three.

Why is a raven
like a writing desk?

Lovely. Riddles.

I believe I can guess that.

Do you mean you can
find out the answer to it?

Exactly so.

Then you should say
what you mean.

I do. At least,
I mean what I say.

That's
the same thing, you know.

Not the same thing a bit,
you fool.

You might just as well say,

"I see what I eat," is the same
thing as "I eat what I see."

You might just as well say that

"I like what I get," is the
same as "I get what I like."

What day of the month is it?

Oh...

What day
of the month is it?

I... I...

What?

You stupid, half-wit,
ugly, old hag.

You should be dead. Dead. Dead!

It's, uh... It's...

Dear... It's...

I think it's the fourth.

The fourth.
The fourth? The fourth.

Two days out!

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

I told you butter wouldn't
suit the works.

But it was the best butter.
The best.

There must be
some crumbs in it!

Shouted the Mad Hatter,

shaking the watch
very, very angrily.

I say, old chap,

I... I really think we ought
to eat something, you know.

Time for the buns.

"What a funny watch,"
said Alice.

Why?

It tells the day of the month
and not what o'clock it is.

Meanwhile, to wake the Dormouse,

the Hatter poured
a little tea upon its nose.

Hot tea.

God love a duck!

Hot! Hot!

Oh, that was blooming hot,
matey!

Oh!

There. Have you guessed the riddle yet?

No, I give up.

What's the answer?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Nor I.

Well, I think you should do
something more with the time

than waste it in asking
riddles that have no answers.

Huh...

Riddles...

Riddles that...

Wasting time.

Do you mean you've
never even spoken to Time?

No.

Ah, but she knows
how to beat time.

When I play music.

That accounts for it, Alice.

He won't stand beating,
you know.

He's a very sensitive fellow.

In the story, that is.

Yes, Mr. Dodgson.
In the story.

A-Am I k-k-keeping you?

Well, old chap, some of us
think it's time we had some tea ourselves.

I'm so sorry.

I was so enjoying the Mad
Hatter and the March Hare.

I wish they were real.

It's...

It's ringing.

Mrs. Hargreaves Who's speaking?

Yes. This is she.
Mrs. Alice Hargreaves.

I... I beg your pardon?
I don't understand...

Um... A broadcast?

Oh.

The wireless.

Do you mean...
No, I... I don't think...

You see?

Five minutes under the hour.
Nothing to worry about.

Hey, Jack!

- Hey, Howie, what's up?
- What's happening?

No,
everything is copasetic, boys.

- Lucy.
- Hey, Lucy.

Jack, what's going on?

Wanna go get a drink here?

They do look like
a pack of wolves

when they're all together,
don't they, those reporters?

If she's woken up
and I'm not there...

Are you frightened of her?

I'm frightened of
everything and of everyone.

I'm frightened of the world.

Mrs. Hargreaves is speaking.

Yes, yes. This is she.
Mrs. Alice Hargreaves.

Have I heard of your soap?

What do you mean, soap?

What?

Oh, I don't think...

Oh, Mrs. Hargreaves, I...

Oh, gee, I'm sorry.
It's all my doing, ma'am.

Oh, Lucy.

You wicked, wicked girl! Ah, excuse me, Mrs.
Hargreaves...

How dare you leave me
alone in this strange...

But I thought that you were
so asleep that...

Oh, Lucy, I'm so...

- Don't. Please, don't.
- It's my fault.

I'm sorry, I didn't think.

It's the telephone.

- The damnable telephone, it keeps ringing.
- I'm sorry, ma'am.

Oh, the most impossible people,

I don't understand
a word they say.

I don't understand it at all.

What do they want of me?
Who do they think I am?

But we took it off the hook.

Oh, all these questions,

the fuss,

the telephone calls.

And it's all coming back.

I'm starting to dream about it.

Dodgson's coming back
to haunt me.

He's coming back.

I don't know what to do.

Mrs. Hargreaves...

Mrs. Hargreaves.

You can make a lot of
money out of all this.

What did you say?

Money, ma'am. A lot.

How much?

Thousands.

Dollars or pounds?

Take your pick.

Those calls you had,
I'll lay you any odds

they were asking to do this or that
interview or broadcast or endorsement.

Someone even had
the unmitigated gall

to ask me to open a toy store.

Do they think I'm some
sort of a tradesperson?

How much?

I beg your pardon?

How much did they offer?

You mean, they would pay?

Yes, ma'am. Indeed they would.

Filthy lucre.

I have noticed
that it's only those

who do not have
a sufficiency of it

who call money
by unpleasant names.

People want to buy a piece of
the genuine storybook Alice,

and I can steer you
towards the right place

at the right time,
at the right price.

Is there something wrong, honey?

Is that why you asked me
to the tea dance downstairs?

So that you can...

Well, I don't foxtrot
very well, do I?

But I thought...

I thought...

Hey, hey. Hey, now,
wait a minute, Lucy!

Oh, never mind that, young man.

Sit down, if you please.
Sit down and talk to me.

Yeah...

As for dishonest
flirtations, sir,

it is always better to be
sparing with the butter.

Never put it on with
a bread knife.

Oh.

That feeling...

Sorry?

That everything you are about
to say has been said before.

Yeah, I know that well.

So, you've wormed
your wriggly way

into the sweet young thing's
heart, have you, Jackie boy?

No, no. The old woman's.

Liar. Sally...

Liar, I said.

You're the girl for me.

You don't mean it, do you?

No. You don't mean it.

I'm gonna get drunk.

Joe.

Yes, Mr. Dolan.

Coming up.

So what's she like?

She's sour, sharp.

Feeble, sometimes.
And very English.

No. The little girl.

She's shy, naive,

quaint.

And sweet.

Sugar candy.

Alone now for two scorching days

without water on
the endless prairie,

watched only by
a lonesome vulture,

Angelina Collier could find
no hope on any horizon.

Water...

Her horse exhausted.

Her lips cracked.
Her heart heavy.

Water. Water...

But Angelina was not alone.

The renegade, Big Chief Coiling
Snake, and his vicious tribe

had already seen their
next innocent victim.

mispronounces name The complications
with this, Mrs. Hargraves...

Mrs. Hargreaves.

Um, Hargreaves. Mrs. Hargreaves.

You just take it straight
through, you know, from the top.

Yes.

Until you reach the bottom.

Yes.

Only, please, sound as though
you... you really mean it.

I always mean what I say.

She knows what to do, Mr. Marl.

Please! I'm doing a show here.

No! Oh, no!

Help me! Someone, please!

Meanwhile, on another
part of the prairie,

Tumbleweed Luke,

at peace with himself
and the world,

sings a song as he moseys along

with his faithful horse, Bullet.

♪ I'm confessin' that I love you

♪ Tell me, do you love me, too?

♪ I'm confessin' that I need you

♪ Honest, I do

♪ I need you every moment

♪ In your eyes I read
such strange things

♪ But your lips
deny they're true

♪ Will your answer
really change things

♪ Making me blue

♪ I'm afraid some day
you'll leave me

♪ Saying, "Can't we
still be friends?"

♪ If you go, you know
you'll grieve me

♪ All in life on you depends

♪ Am I guessing
that you love me?

♪ Dreaming dreams
of you in vain?

Well, guys, Mrs. Hargreaves
was really taken by you all.

Very nice. A most exciting tale.

We were thrilled, weren't we, Lucy?
Yes, ma'am.

Oh, thank you. Oh, that's nice.

It's an honor for us to have the
real Alice in Wonderland here.

It certainly is.
Isn't she a darling?

None of us had any idea that Alice
was a real person, a real little girl.

It's like having
a history book come alive.

Oh, gracious I'm not
as ancient as that.

What was he like, ma'am?
Lewis Carroll.

It's always been one
of my favorite stories.

I was the Caterpillar once,
you know, on the wireless.

Good gracious, you're
English, aren't you?

Barnet. Born and bred.

We couldn't really have an American
Alice in Wonderland, could you?

Ah, come on. They're making
a movie about it now.

They are? Who is? When?

Oh, it was in last week's Variety.
It's Paramount, I think.

Bing Crosby is playing
the Mock Turtle.

And Gary Cooper's in it, too.

But who's to be me?

Can they do that?

It doesn't seem right.

Don't worry about it. We'll
take them to the cleaners.

He's talking American, ma'am.

Mr. Dolan's using slang, ma'am.

He's talking about money.

Money?

You can always tell
when he's doing that.

His lips go all wet.

Boy, she's got your number,
Jack.

Little Lucy?

Well, folks, uh, you've only
got this space for 15 minutes.

Maybe we'd better, um...

That's right.

Thank you. I'm sure
Mrs. Hargreaves

would appreciate
some peace and quiet.

Think of the microphone
as a sort of face.

A friendly face.

A face?

Oh. Whose face?

Goodbye. Good luck.

"When I was a little girl
who followed a white rabbit"

"and fell down a hole
in the ground,."

"I found a bottle
which said 'drink me."'

"It made me very, very small."

"But now that I am
so much older,"

"visiting quite a different
wonderland,"

"I found on the shelf
quite another bottle"

"which looked so good
it didn't need to say..."

I can't say this. I can't possibly.
It's utterly absurd!

Oh, for crying out...
That's the third time!

She keeps rattling the paper.
Sounds like a bush fire.

Okay, once more. Cue the music.

Mrs. Hargreaves. Please.
It would be much better

if you didn't analyze what you are reading.
Don't even think about it.

It's only a stupid commercial.
Oh, thanks very much!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
And the green, now!

Not think about what I'm saying?

I've never heard of anything
so reprehensible in my life.

Oh, she missed the green.

Look, did she take the money
or didn't she take the money?

Lucy, this is serious. Do
you think that...

What's so funny, miss?

Nothing's funny, I mean...

Mrs. Hargreaves, please
wait for the music.

But there was a green light.

Cue the music.

"When I was a little girl
who followed a white rabbit"

"and fell down a hole
in the ground"

"I found a bottle
which said 'drink me."'

"It made me very, very small."

"But now that I am
so much older,"

"visiting quite a different
wonderland..."

Who are you?

I hardly know, sir,
just at present.

At least, I knew who I was
when I got up this morning.

But I think I must have changed
several times since then.

What do you mean by that?
Explain yourself.

I'm afraid I can't
put it more clearly.

Being so many different sizes
in a day is very confusing.

It isn't.

Well, perhaps you haven't
found it so, yet.

If, when you turn
into a chrysalis...

Pooh to that.

Oh, you will one day.

And after that,
into a butterfly.

I should think you'll find it
a little queer, won't you?

Not a bit.

Well, perhaps your feelings
may be different.

All I know is it would feel
very queer to me.

So you think you've
changed, do you?

I'm afraid I am changed, sir.

I can't remember things.

Can't remember what things?

I don't know.

Perhaps they are things
best not gone into.

Best forgotten.

My... My mother...

My mother tore up
all his letters to me.

What letters?

Mr. Dodgson's letters.

Why should she want to do that?

Unless there was
something wrong.

Something I can't
bear to think about.

Then don't think about it,
you silly old baggage.

I don't.

I mean, I didn't.

But this journey out here,
everyone asking things of me.

Mmm.

The way I've used him.

It's too bad.

Repeat.

"You are old, Mrs. Hargreaves."

"You are..."

"You are..."

"Old."

Old.

"'You are old, Father
William, ' the young man said,"

"'And your hair has
become very white,"

"'And yet you incessantly
stand on your head."

"'Do you think, at your age,
it is right?"'

"'In my youth, ' Father William
replied to his son,"

"'I feared it might
injure the brain,"

"'But now that I'm
perfectly sure I have none,"

"'Why, I do it
again and again."'

Oh, it's lovely, Mr. Dodgson.

Lovely.

The most exciting, the most wonderful
thing that has ever happened.

I shall read it again
and again and again.

And then I shall start at the
last page and finish at the first.

I hope

you will always
cherish it, Alice.

Dear, dear Alice.

I will, Mr. Dodgson.

Even... Even when you are
quite grown up, little Alice?

I said so, Mr. Dodgson.

Yes.

Of course, I... I... I
don't mean to doubt you.

It's only a book,
isn't it, Mr. Dodgson?

Alice!

Aren't you coming boating?
We are ready, you know.

Hurry up, Alice, or
we'll go without you.

We'll meet you in the quad.

I shan't be long.
It's only Mr. Dodgson here.

Righto!

I'm sorry, Mr. Dodgson,
but I have to go now.

Lorina is going on the river.

And there's a nice young man called
Reggie Hargreaves coming, too.

Oh, well...

Hmm, and he is
a very good oarsman.

He seems very fond of Lorina.

I bought you this
book today because...

Do you know why I... I chose today

to give you the very first
presentation copy of this book, Alice?

I have to rush, Mr. Dodgson.

It's exactly one year today
since our trip up the river. Oh.

Lorina will be very
impatient with me.

Well, then, you... you must hurry, my dear.
You must hurry.

Alice.

Three commercials in one afternoon.

Soup, soap and soda water.

I expect they all
taste the same, too.

I thought Jack was
supposed to be joining us.

Lucy, is there something
the matter with your food?

No, ma'am. Thank you.

You're not eating it. I know.

You know, Mrs. Marl
used to cook, uh...

Cook some meals
for me sometimes.

I just couldn't... Not
exactly cheap, you know.

All came out of my pocket.

Yes, ma'am.

Lucy, there are many millions
in this tormented world of ours

who would fall upon your
dinner like ravening wolves.

I'm sorry.

Waste not, want not.

I should've thought they'd have
drummed that into you in the orphanage.

That young man, Jack, you
know, he's been a godsend.

Of course, he may
well be greedy,

taking 20% of the fees
that are due to me.

20%?

But on the other hand, what
would I have done without him?

Did you say 20%?

Are you not well, child?

I'm sorry. Yes, ma'am.
I mean, no, I...

Then eat!

Listen, if he's taking 20%...

I don't feel like it.

Lucy, what is a companion
supposed to do?

Be morose? Be silent?
Be unattentive?

Oh. At long last.

Hey, Jack!

Glad you could make it.

Good news. I've just been on the phone...
You are late, Mr. Dolan.

I've just been on the
phone to Los Angeles.

They're three hours
behind us here, you know,

and the guy I had to get to, well,
wasn't available until 5:00 his time.

Nevertheless.

Paramount Studios.

We were not prepared
to wait, so we began.

Who, did you say?

I got you another $1,000.

That makes another 200
for you, right?

But that's nearly...
No, it's over £200.

Good heavens above.
How did you do it?

All you have to do is
endorse the Alice movie.

Now why didn't I think of that?

Can I get a cup of coffee
and hot pastrami on rye?

The Alice in Wonderland film.

You get yourself
photographed with the stars

and you tell the world
that you've seen it all.

The adventures of Alice, exactly as you
pictured them when you were a little girl,

when Lewis Carroll
told you the story.

But what if it isn't like
that, this talking picture?

What do you care?

The love of money is
the root of all evil.

Well, maybe, but the lack of
it's worse than the love of it.

Amen to that.

Hey, say something, Lucy.

Say what?

Oh, don't expect her to speak.

She will not condescend to that.

Lucy has suddenly decided to be a
petulant and ungrateful young woman.

Shut up!

What did you say?

I said, "Shut up."

Shut up, shut up, shut up,
you nasty old cow.

Let's take no notice.

I... I shall ignore
it, the poor girl must have

eaten something disagreeable.

Sorry.

We shall ignore it.

Endeavor to ignore it.

I think I ought to see
if she's all right.

Certainly not.

I'm going to find Lucy.

If I'd behaved like that,

my mother would have...

Your mother
would have what?

I'm sorry.

Your mother...

Oh, what... what about her?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Look, I have got a very important,
uh, phone call that I've got to make.

It's, uh, just across...
Just across the road.

I won't be long, okay?

All right?

My...

Mother...

Oh, come on in.
You're getting soaked.

No, there's no point.

I've lost my job,
that's certain.

What's the matter with me?

Well, there's nothing
the matter with you.

You're just not a doormat,
that's all.

It's about time you
stood up for yourself.

Why did you come out?
Did she send you?

No, she didn't.

There's no money in it,
is there?

What?

If you offend her,

all your hard work will
have been wasted, won't it?

And isn't that the most
important thing in your life?

Don't you put that
before everything?

Lucy, listen to me.
Leave me alone.

Sure.

You bet you.

Look at her.
The perfect Victorian.

I don't want to hurt her.

I couldn't.

We don't have to
tell her anything yet.

It'll keep.

Ah, there you are.

Mrs. Hargreaves, I'm sorry...
Lucy, dear,

I've been sitting here
examining my life.

Oh, dear.

I've come to the conclusion

I have not behaved properly
to you this evening.

Ma'am, it doesn't...

But that's when someone
apologizes to you, my dear.

It is usually considered
politic not to interrupt.

Uh, three of those, um,
Knickerbocker Glories, if you please.

Right away, madam.

I've been turning those days over and
over in my mind since I've been here.

Mrs. Hargreaves.

Did we wake you up?

But what are you doing here?

It's after 2:00 in the morning.

I telephoned Mr. Dolan.

Why? What's the matter?

Has something happened?

Mr. Dolan is being very kind.
He is helping me.

Mrs. Hargreaves is worried about her
speech at the degree ceremony tomorrow.

She didn't really want to
talk about Lewis Carroll,

or Dodgson, I should say.

May I be part of
this conversation?

I can't seem to sleep
for some reason.

Well, that's because
you're in love.

How did you know?

Because it's an emotion which
has always frightened me.

Yet, I can always recognize it
when I see it.

I do so love to hear
you laugh, little Alice.

Do you, Mr. Dodgson?

It's the nicest sound I know of.

Nitrate.

Hope you'll always remember our
little moments together, my dear.

Time can blot out
so many, many things.

I couldn't forget.
Not even if I tried.

Oh, but you will.
When you grow up and...

And perhaps,

one fine day, come to m-marry.

Oh, no.

You can come to afternoon tea with my
dear husband and me on Sunday afternoons.

Do you like cucumber
sandwiches, Mr. Dodgson?

Very much.

Well, blind.

Door.

Mr. Dodgson?

Have you thought about
whom you might like to...

Mr. Dodgson?

Marry?

Is this another game?

Oh, yes. I obviously
am talking in riddles.

Lovely! I do so like riddles!

That's what I said
to the Mad Hatter.

Or was it the March Hare?

You must take care never
to lose your head, my dear.

And that's the Queen.
The Queen of Hearts.

No. No, I... I... I meant...

"Off with his head!"

Don't lose your head

to the first spotted youth

with curl and pretty smile,

because I...

I thought we were
going to play a game.

Yes, dear.

Come on, then, Mr. Dodgson.

Come on, then, Mr. Dodgson.

I'm waiting. Alice is waiting.

Sing me a funny song.

♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little bat

♪ How I wonder what you're at

♪ Up above the world you fly

She looks as though
she can't believe it.

She can't believe it.

Just as long as she sticks to
her speech, she'll be all right.

Ladies and gentlemen.

This afternoon we
are gathered here

to celebrate the genius
of Lewis Carroll,

on this, the centenary
of his birth.

A celebration which
Columbia University shares

through this broadcast

with listeners throughout
the United States,

Canada, England and Europe.

A celebration most especially
and fittingly honored

by the presence, the grace

of the little girl to whom Carroll
told and dedicated his story.

Alice herself.

Would you care
for another scone, Hargreaves?

I know how gigantic you
sportsman's appetites can be.

No, thank you, Mrs. Liddell.

I've had more than
plenty already. Whoops!

And what about you, Baker?

No, thank you, ma'am,
I'm satisfied, too.

Mr. Dodgson?

Yes, I think I could manage
another scone. Thank you.

Of course.
Please, help yourself.

Edith, come away
from the water at once.

Mama,
I'm tired of sitting still.

Sitting still is good
for little girls.

You want to grow up as
pretty as your sisters, don't you, Edith?

No, I don't.

It is rather hot to sit
still and do nothing but eat.

Right.

It's vulgar to let the sun
burn one's skin brown.

We shall all look
like Irish laborers.

God forbid, your honor.

D-Do you Th-think there's need
to bring the deity into it, Hargreaves?

A mere joke, Mr. Dodgson.

I'm sorry, sir.

Sure you are,
and all, and all.

Has everyone finished eating?

Yes, thank you. Good.

Then we can
entertain ourselves.

Who would like to sing?

Or to recite?

Oh, Mom, may we just talk?

Why don't you sing, Alice?

Yes, Alice.

Not now, Lorina. Later, perhaps.

I'm afraid I'm no good
at singing.

Come on, Alice.
Silence the birds.

Per-Per-Perhaps she doesn't
want to sing, Hargreaves.

Mr. Dodgson can tell
us a story instead.

That would be very nice.

Yes, something out
of your masterpiece.

Oh, no, Lorina,
we know it all off by rote.

I read it all the time,
Mr. Dodgson. It's lovely.

Would you like me to recite
the song of the Mock Turtle?

Yes, please, Mr. Dodgson.

Quiet, everyone.

♪ Will you walk a little faster?

♪ Said a whiting to a snail

♪ There's a porpoise
close behind us

♪ And he's treading on my tail

♪ See how eagerly the lobsters
and the turtles all advance

♪ They are waiting
on the shingle

♪ Will you come
and join the dance?

♪ Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you?

♪ Will you join the dance?

♪ Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you?

♪ Won't you join the dance?

Alice!

♪ You can really have no
notion how d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d...

♪ You can really have no
notion how d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d...

I'm sorry.

♪ Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you?

♪ Will you join the dance?

♪ Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you?

♪ Won't you join the dance?

♪ Will you walk a little faster?

♪ Said a whiting to a snail

♪ There's a porpoise
close behind us

♪ And he's treading on my tail

♪ See how eagerly the lobsters
and the turtles all advance

♪ They are waiting
on the shingle

♪ Will you come
and join the dance?

♪ Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you?

♪ Will you join the dance?

♪ Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you?

♪ Won't you join the dance?

♪ Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you?

♪ Will you join the dance?

♪ Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you?

It was a very clever and
funny poem, Mr. Dodgson.

"Lastly, she pictured to herself"

"how this same little
sister of hers would,"

"in the after-time, be,
herself, a grown woman,"

"and how she would keep,
through her riper years,"

"the simple and loving heart
of her childhood,"

"and how she would gather about
her other little children,"

"and make their eyes bright and
eager with many a strange tale,"

"perhaps even with the dream
of Wonderland of long ago,"

"and how she would feel
with all their simple sorrows,"

"and find a pleasure
in all their simple joys,"

"remembering her own child-life,"

"and the happy summer days."

"and find a pleasure
in all their simple joys,"

"remembering her own child-life,"

"and the happy summer days."

In the little verses
at the front of the story,

Lewis Carroll, uh, that is, the
Reverend Charles Dodgson, said,

"Alice! A childish story take,."

"And with a gentle hand."

"Lay it where childhood
dreams are twined."

"In Memory's mystic band,."

"Like pilgrim's wither'd
wreath of flowers."

"Pluck'd in a far-off land."

At the time, I was too young
to see the gift whole,

to see it for what it was,

to acknowledge the love
that had given it birth.

But I see it now.

At long, long last.

Thank you, Mr. Dodgson.

Thank you.

What is his sorrow?

Ah, it's all his fancy, that.

He hasn't got any sorrow.

Oh, for God's sake, shut up.