All language subtitles for The.Borrowers.S02E03.en

— Give us a hand. Pull on this...
— Chain.

— What's so special about Little Fordham?
— You'll see.

— Why do you have to be so mysterious?
— Listen... Run!

— What?
— Run!

(WATER ROARS)

— (POD) Homily!
— Mother!

— Homily!
— Mother!

— Homily!
— Mother!

Homily!

Homily!

She's here! She's here!

Homily?

Homily!

— Homily.
— Mother.

You're safe. Try not to talk. Sshh! Don't talk.

— I was looking for that.
— You're all right!

— I'm a Rainpipe. I'm not scared of water.
— I thought you drowned.

I wasn't expecting it all at once. What happened?

Somebody pulled the plug out of the bath.

— Who'd do that?
— Er...

— No...
— It'd be Ditchley's idea of a joke.

— Not if we'd drowned.
— They wouldn't think of that.

— Where are we?
— The other side of the stream.

— Are you sure you're all right?
- I'm fine.

I quite enjoyed it, really,
apart from it being unexpected.

— Where are the other borrowing bags?
— There.

The matches will be ruined.

If we spread everything out, the sun will dry it.

— I wrapped some clothes in mackintosh.
— In here.

In case of rain. Rain!

This one's as dry as a bone. Feel.

Oh. We've got nothing for Spiller.

— Don't want nothing.
— You'll catch cold.

I won't catch anything, except mice.

- When the matches dry we can have a fire.
- And a meal, if I'm lucky.

— I'm not eating a mouse.
— Neither am I. Not a whole one, anyway.

Come on, Arrietty.

Watch out for nettles.

It's over there.

My kettle.

It's dry as a stick inside. No rust, no holes.
Don't know why they threw it away.

You coming?

Careful.

— It's nice and snug.
— And warm.

Gets too hot sometimes.
The spout's all stuffed up with mud.

Can get cold at night, though, especially in winter.

Excuse my asking,
but how far is this Little Fordham place?

— Depends.
— On what?

How you get there.

By boat — two days.

- Walking — about nine.
— Nine!

— Maybe more.
— Then we need a boat that takes all of us.

What's so special about Little Fordham?

— You'll see.
— What if I don't like it?

— You will
— Pod, I think...

— Spiller knows it. We don't know anywhere.
— It'll be an adventure.

I don't want an adventure.
I want a home like the one I had at Firbank.

Firbank...

Firbank. Spiller, how long
would it take you to get to Firbank?

— We're going to Little Fordham.
— Yes, and we're going by boat.

If Spiller could get to Firbank
maybe George could find us a boat

and Spiller could sail it back here.

Oh, Pod. I don't know how you do it.

— I'm not going to. Spiller is. Aren't you?
— Might as well.

— Great. When are we going?
— You're not going.

— I want to see George.
— Don't be silly.

— Why not?
- You'd never keep up.

— Exactly.
— Yes, I would.

— I'm hungry.
— Where are you going?

Hunting.

Oh, dear. It's going to be field mouse.

Mmm.

— Tastes a bit like rabbit.
— Please, Father. Please.

You're not going, Arrietty, and that is flat.

- Your mother would worry. Wouldn't you?
— Yes, Pod, I would.

— If it wasn't Spiller.
— But it is Spiller.

I know.

— You mean...?
— You taught her borrowing.

— Are you saying you'd let her go?
— Yes, Pod, I am.

Oh, Mother!

Spiller's used to hiding. She'll be safe with him.

Maybe, but I ain't taking her.

— That settles it.
— It doesn't.

— You can't sail a boat by yourself.
— She's right.

— Homily!
— Well, she is. Isn't she?

— Then you'll let me come?
— Looks like I'll have to.

Father?

— Doesn't seem to matter what I think.
— Yes, it does. You must have the final say.

— You look after her.
— Thank you!

Don't let her out of your sight.

— Take care.
— We will. Won't we, Spiller?

— She likes the outdoors.
— I know she does.

I can't think why.
I'm not one for insects. Never have been.

Don't worry.

— Makes a change, me doing the worrying.
— Don't worry. I'll be worrying too.

— Tired?
— Know the way, do you?

— Come on, sit down.
— I'm fine.

You're limping. Sit down.

— Probably got a blister.
— No, I haven't.

— We should get moving before dark.
— Don't stop for me. I can see in the dark.

Maybe. There are things in the dark
that can see you better.

— I'm not frightened of them.
— You wouldn't have time to be frightened.

— Tell me about Little Fordham.
— Why?

I want to know.

Come on.

— She likes Spiller.
— She'd like to be like him.

It's more than that, Pod.

I don't know much about outdoor types.
"A race apart" my father used to say.

— still he's a clever young fellow, Spiller.
— He is that.

— Doesn't need Human Beans much.
— And brave.

— Saved our lives.
— More than once.

Yes, you're right.
He knows his stuff. He's down to earth.

Have you ever thought, Pod, that...

almost without noticing it,
Arrietty's nearly old enough to get married.

Don't be silly.

(MUTTERS)

— Do you want to slow down?
— Course not. I'm just as quick as you.

— Yeah?
— Yeah, I'll prove it to you.

— I'll race you to that hedge.
— OK. I'll give you a head start...

Spiller.

— Can you see Firbank?
— It's the other side of the wood.

— Are you sure?
— I wouldn't say if I wasn't.

Sorry!

— You kept up well.
— Wouldn't have said I could if I couldn't.

(OWL HOOTS)

He won't bother us. He's eaten already today.

— How do you know?
— I just do, that's all.

— Did you hear something?
— No.

— I did.
— It was nothing.

— How do you know?
— I just do, that's all.

Clear all these away when you've finished.
I don't want them under my feet, thank you.

George.

George!

George!

— Arrietty! Spiller!
— Carry on playing.

I was worried I was never going to see you again.
I couldn't come to the cottage.

Mrs Driver won't let me out of the garden.
Why have you come back here?

— We need your help.
— What sort of help?

— We need a boat.
— I haven't got one.

It doesn't have to be a boat,
as long as we can use it as a boat.

— How did you get out of the cottage?
— Down the drain.

— Down the drain?
— Yes. Can you help us?

— Was it smelly?
— Yes, George. Very smelly...and very quick.

— Must have been disgusting.
— Can't you think of something we can use?

— What for?
— A boat!

Oh, yes.

Mrs Driver.

— George!
— Yes, Mrs Driver?

— Time for Lunch.
— Coming!

It'll be leftovers again. I'll be back.

Don't forget the boat!

Poor George.

20 years in her service and what am I?
Nothing more than a caretaker!

What did she leave me? A few pieces of jet
and a locket which is probably pinchbeck.

What do I get for looking after you?
A mere pittance!

It's not as though you were easy to look after.
Are you listening?

— Yes, Mrs Driver.
— Don't talk with your mouth full.

— What if he don't find nothing?
— He will. I know he will. We can trust George.

Make sure that cutlery's dry,
and then clean the French windows.

How anyone can expect me to take care
of a house this size without help, I don't know.

— I was going to go fishing this afternoon.
— Were you indeed?

That's quite out of the question.
You've far too much to do in the house.

Suppose there was an accident?

Suppose you drowned?
What would happen to me?

I'd be blamed and dismissed without a reference
and that would all be your fault!

— I'm going to beat the mats.
— I know how they feel.

— What was that?
— Nothing.

You mumble, George!
I cannot bear boys who mumble.

Get a pail and clean those windows.
Then you can wash the kitchen floor.

— It's wonderful!
— It's more of a barge than a boat.

You'd better go.
Don't forget, we're going to Little Fordham.

Little Fordham. I'll remember.
Good luck. Bon voyage!

— What?
— That's French for have a good trip.

Oh. Goodbye, George.

There's another one.

And...

— A nut.
— Yes,

I don't know how you can stay in this kettle.
It's so stuffy.

— I thought I heard thunder.
— Thunder won't hurt you.

Besides, I feel safer down here.
I saw a wasp just now.

— Have some biscuit?
— No.

— Do you suppose they're on their way back?
— With any luck.

— (FOOTSTEPS)
— It can't be them already.

— Hello, Uncle Pod, Aunt Homily.
— Ditchley!

— And Ilrick.
— Where's Arrietty?

— And Spiller.
— Not here.

We can see that.
I see you've found Spiller's kettle.

— We cleaned him out.
— Took the lot.

— Listen to me...
— I'm tired of listening to you.

I listened to you the other night.
Now it's your turn to listen to me.

I'm listening. What have you got to say?

Nothing.

(FOOTSTEPS)

— This do?
— Perfect.

It's no good.

They've jammed it.

— Oh, Pod!
— Sshh!

— They'll have a job getting out of there.
— Good.

— They'll be all right?
— Course. Teach them a lesson.

— Show them who's boss.
— Yeah. Come on.

— What are we going to do?
— I don't know.

Not much we can do except hope that...

«Spiller and Arrietty get back
before we cook or the air gives out.

— How long will that be?
— I don't know.

— It's so hot.
— It's clouding up. There could be a storm.

— What do we do if there is?
— Pull in and wait till it's over.

(LOUD NEIGH)

Shoo!

Don't have to worry about him.
A horse won't hurt you.

— (NEIGHING)
— There's a bit of wind.

— It's behind us.
— That's good.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(RAIN PATTERS)

We'd better head for the bank.

— This ain't a bad boat.
— We've got George to thank for that.

— How long do you think we'll be here?
— Dunno.

— Maybe all day.
— Well, we won't go hungry.

He's really quite a Borrower George is.

Hold on to the ladder.

We're in midstream!
If the rain keeps on like this we'll sink!

It's filling up already!

— Leave that! Come up.
— I'm coming!

Pod!

Jump!