All language subtitles for BFFF_1

It was the Witching hour,

when the bogeyman comes out.

When people go missing.

Matron thinks the Witching
hour arrives at midnight.

The girls say 1:00 or 2:00
o'clock in the morning.

I think it comes at
3:00 in the morning,

when I'm the only
one left awake.

Like always.

Like now.

Hat's in your eyes, mate.

Quiet. Quiet.

- It's that way!
- Shh!

Quiet.

Come on.

- Shh.
- Quiet.

Get outta the water, mate.

It's unclean.

That stuff will kill you.

Oi!

You're bladdered,
the lot of you.

Would you clear off?

There are children
trying to sleep.

Hello, little missy!

Don't little missy me!

I'll call the coppers.
I will do it.

Watch the water! Come on!

Never get out of bed.

Never go to the window

and never look behind

the curtain.

Never get out of bed!
Never go to the window!

And never look
behind the curtain.

There ain't no place to go

unless you has wings.

I is hungry. It's time for eats.

Whoa! Whoa!

Where am I?

Giant Country.

No such place.

We travelled a long, long way.

Yeah, it be a distance.

What's that? What's that?

Giants.

There are more of you?

Yeah, well...

Fleshlumpeater,
Bonecruncher, Manhugger...

Childchewer, Meatdripper,
Gizzardgulper, Maidmasher...

Blood bottler.

Blood bottler?

Yeah! And the Butcher Boy.

Butcher Boy?

Please don't eat me.

Me?

You think because I'm a giant,
that I'm a man-gobbling cannybull?

Me? Gobbling up human beans?

Do you mind? This I never...

Then who are you?

What kind of a monster are you?

You has me wrong.

You snatched me.

Yeah, well, there
you has me right.

Anyway, I didn't
steal you very much.

After all, you's
only a little thing.

Still, but I can't
help thinking about

your poor mother and father.

They must be skump...

I don't have a mother or father.

You don't?

They... They both died
when I was a baby.

So, you is a norphan?

Yes. You took me
from an orphanage.

You didn't know?

I didn't know that.

Were you happy there?

No, I hate it.

The matron who runs it is
incompetent, and she has crazy rules

and you get punished a lot!

How is you punished?

She locks you in a dark cellar.

There are rats down there.

The filthy old fizzwiggler.

The other giants, are they
nice like you're nice?

No, I's sorry to say, the boys
would eat you up in one dollop.

My 24 foot?

Puddlenuts in Giant Country.

And that's where you is,
in Giant Country now.

But why did you bring me here,
and why did you take me?

Well, I had to take you

'cause the first thing you'd be
doing, you'd be scuttling around

and yodelling the news that you
were actually seeing a giant.

And then, there would be a great
rumple dumpus, wouldn't there?

And all the human beans
would be rummaging

and whiffling for the giant what you
saw, and getting wildly excited.

And then they'd be
locking me up in a cage

to be looked at with all the
squiggling, you know...

Hippodumplings, and
crocadowndillies, and jiggyraffes.

And then, there would a gigantous
look-see giant hunt for all of the boys.

I won't tell.

No one would listen
to me anyway.

I'm an untrustworthy child.

Yes, you would.

No, I wouldn't.

Yes, you would.

No, I wouldn't.

- Yes, you would.
- No, I wouldn't!

You would be telling
the whole wonky world

most likely on the
telly-telly bunkum box

and the radio squeaker.

I won't tell. I wouldn't ever.

Please, take me home. I'm scared.
I want to go home.

No.

That's horrible.

You're just gonna have to be stayin'
here with me for the rest of our lives.

You mean, of my life.

For the rest of my life.

Hey, is you not all
frigidy cold, eh?

In your little nightie.

I will run away.

Listen. Listen, you.

I is warnin' you

not to ever go whiffling out of
this cave without I is with you

or you is comin' to
an ucky mucky end.

You can't stop me.

I've run away 1,000 times.

I have instincts.

Instincts? I thought human
beans was full of brains.

You is not very clever.

I can stop you.

Eh.

Those giants,

they would swallop you up
like a piece of frumpkin fry.

It's pumpkin pie,
not frumpkin fry.

And jiggyraffes are giraffes.

Crocadowndillies are crocodiles,

and hippodumplings
are hippopotamuses.

Well, I cannot be helpin' it if I was
sayin' things a little squiggly.

I cannot be right all the time.

Quite often, I is left
instead of right.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to be rude.

Yeah.

Well, what I'm says
and what I means

is sometimes two
different things.

Hey, what is you reading?

Nicholas Nickleby.

- Ah?
- What's in those jars?

Dreams.

Dreams aren't things.

I don't dream, actually.
I've got insomnia.

Is that right?

Dreams is actually very
mysterious things.

All the time...

they is searching

for...

For sleeping...

people.

"With throbbing veins
and burning skin

"eyes wild and heavy."

You can... You can read!

Yeah.

"Thoughts hurried and disordered

"he felt as though the
light were rep-roach

"and shrunk involuntarily
from the day

"as if he were some
foul and hideous

"thing."

Help me!

No! Help!

Help me!

Help!

You did that.

There you has me right.

I told you I didn't dream

so it was much scarier
than it needed to be.

Needs must.

Titchy little
snapperwhippers like you

should not be higgling around
with old sage and onions like me.

Giants is all murderful
and cannybulls.

They's swallopin' up human
beans like they's sugar lumps.

"Beings", not "beans".

Yeah, well, they'd
eat you either way.

What... What is that green fizz?

Frobscottle.

All giants is
drinking frobscottle.

It... It's fizzing
the wrong way.

Eh?

Our bubbles go up.

Up? Up?

Upward-going bubbles gives
a filthsome belchy burp.

But what's wrong with a
little burp now and then?

It's loathsome.

But if the bubbles in
your tummy go down

and come out someplace else...

Yeah?

That could have a
far nastier result.

A whizzpopper.

- Whizzpopper?
- Yeah.

A sign of true happiness.

Oh, no.

It's glummy!

Whoopie!

Whoa!

Runt.

Is you at home, Runt?

No.

You is jabbeling.

Who is you jabbeling to, Runt?

Why is you such a
chatbag in the morning?

Why is you not sleeping today?

Because you keep me awake
with your jabbeling.

I has a boo-boo.

Oh, possibly later.

Now, Runt!

Never mind, I will. Don't...

Right, now we just have
to fetch some water.

No, no, no. No water.

No water.

Hide behind something.
Hide behind there.

All right. Gimme it.

Gimme it. Give it here.

Does you have a new
little petty-poo?

No.

I smells bean, Runt.
I finds him...

Hold still.
...I eats him up.

You is barking up the wrong dog.

There ain't no bean here.

I is hungry.

Hey, yeah. Why don't you
have that snozzcumber?

Oh, that is a scrumptious snozzcumber.
It's fresh.

You lives on some
rotten garbage, Runt.

Don't be like that.

Have you never tried
that, Fleshlumpeater?

No, never.

I'll tell you, I's guzzling that
wonderveg gleefully, night and day.

Well, that's what's
wrong with you.

The outside is horrigust.

But the inside is
smelling something...

...sweetly familiar.

Yeah! Go on! Go on, boy.

Get your lips around that.
That is lovely.

- Wait! Wait!
- Huh?

You hates vegetables!
You eats only beans!

I hate vegeterribles.

I eats only beans.

- Yeah! Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah!

Yeah.

That's what I said.

That's what I is sayin'.
I said it.

I hates, ugh, fruits
and vegeterribles.

And water!

And water.

And water.

I'm taking this.

You.

You is an insult
to giant people.

Cheers.

Too hot! Too hot! Too hot!

Too hot!

And something to wear?

What?

Where'd you get that jacket?

Um, in your scraps. It's nice.

Is, um, something the matter?

No, it's just...

Never mind.

Where are you going?

Uh, to work.

What do you do for work?

Oh, now you's asking me to
tell you whopsie big secrets!

I... I won't tell a soul.

How could I anyway?

I'm stuck here for
the rest of my life.

I catch dreams.

I want to come!

Yeah, I bet you...

No, you is staying here.

No, I'm not!

Yes, you are. You is human bean

and human bean is like
strawbunkles and cream

to those giants out there
so you gonna stay.

You've a nice safe
place right here.

Not possible.

I goes to catch dreams,
same as every day.

I goes alone. I's a
feature of habit.

But you'll be leaving
me here with them.

They will eat me.

They is sounding asleep.

I is going dream catching.

I is going alone.

You be snug as a bug up there.

Oh, my...

You can't have secrets from me.

It's too late for that.

You must take me.

No.

We can't have secrets.
I'll tell you mine.

I sneak around at night too.

And I steal sometimes.
And I lie.

So... So I'm lonely
most of the time.

I've never had a best friend.
Sounds like you, I'll bet.

We... We gets over it.

And we... We gets on with it.

Fleshhead, he'll
come and eat me.

My blood will be on your hands.

Everything about you goes against
all my better judgementals, girl.

Well, I'm right about this one.

I promise I am.

Please?

See, they snoozling.

So, hold your breaths, cross
your figglers, here we go.

We have to go right past
all those sleeping giants,

climb all those steps
to get all the ways

up theres.

Runt!

Where is you galloping off
to in the daytime, Runt?

You know I was going
off to my work.

Well, you could be
seen by snoopers

- and bring a giant hunt!
- Oh, no, no...

And we is not wanting
a giant hunt, is we?

Now, let me down,
Fleshlumpeater.

Let the boys sleep in the day.

Well, we is all awake
now, we might as well...

Um...

Frolic.

Yeah, we might as well frolic.

What's frolic?

Frolic, you know, like...

- Frolic.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, frolic. Yeah, yeah.

Don't just take it.

Do something.

Gizzardgulper, go long.

Oh! Oh!

Why you not hunt with us, Runt?

Ooh!

Hey.

Whoa!

Oh...

Look at the puffers.

Rain be coming.

Huh? Huh?

- Bean.
- Bean.

Now...

You... You shouldn't let
them treat you like that.

Nobody should.

I lives with nine
bean-eating giants.

They takes, so I gives back.
I blows my dreams about.

Well, that's as
good as I can do.

I do something, eh?

I do something.

We is here, at last.

You is in Dream
Country now, missy.

I shared you a secret.

Look at all the stars.

Oh, yeah.

Often enough, on a clear night
I is hearing faraway music

coming from those
stars in the sky.

- You do? What else?
- Well...

I is hearing the tiny little
ants chittering to each other

as they skiddle
about in the soil.

Cattlepiddlers though, they
is the worst chatbags.

All the time, they is arguing about who
will be the most pretty butteryflies.

Go on, please.

I hear the footsteps of a lady
bird as she walks across a leaf.

But the funniest...

The funniest old stories I's heard from
the plants and the trees themselves.

Yeah.

They is living and growing, laughing,
chittering, just like you and me.

Come on, down you go.

Yeah.

I is hearing all the wondrous
and all the terrible...

Terrible, terrible things.

All the secret whisperings
of the world.

Really?

You think I's swizzfiggling
you, don't you?

No.

It's just all rather
hard to believe.

At one point, someone...

Someone called me the...

The Big Friendly Giant.

What shall I call you, gal?

My name is Sophie.

Well, jump, Sophie.

This be where all my
dreams is beginning.

Oh, my...

As a dream comes whiffling
by it's so silvery soft,

it was making like a tiny little
buzzing, humming sound, like music.

Bogswinkles!

It's a phizzwizard!

I don't be seeing many
of them any more.

It's behind you on your elbow!

No, not that elbow!
The other one!

Now it's on your foot!

The other foot!

It's on your bottom!

I gots it.

Seems to know you, gal.

Look.

It is a golden phizzwizard.

I wish I could hear it.

Here.

It be's very soft.

Do you actually hear
what these dreams say?

Yeah, I do.

Well, this one sounds like you.

Hello, beautiful dream.

It...

Look.

Go on, make yourself useful,
my little frogglefrump.

I...

- I couldn't.
- Yeah, you could.

Use your hands, your
titchy little figglers.

Oh.

Ah! I got one!

Let it go, Sophie.

Give it here. Give it to me.

Give it to me.

Go, give it here.

Oh, mince my maggots.

I think this be a
very, very bad dream.

There are bad dreams here, too?

It be a trogglehumper.

What are you going
to do with it?

I locks them up, you
wicked beastie, you.

What does the bad dream say?

It says...

"Look at what you has done and
there be no forgiveness."

Where are you?

I can't see you.

Big Friendly Giant!

Big Friendly Giant, I'm
going to call you...

BFG.

You calls me what you likes.

Where are you going next?

Dream-blowing.

It be as good as I can do.

Why here?

Because I hears a little heart.

What be your pleasure, missy?

Make them all happy.

BFG, did your mother or father
teach you about dreams?

Giants don't have
mothers or fathers.

Never?

How old are you?

Oh, I's as old as the
Earth, I suppose.

I is getting a
little bit crumply

but us giants is mostlyjust
going on and on, and on...

Like whiffsy time-twiddlers.

BFG...

...did you hear my heart
at the orphanage?

Yeah, I hears it right now.

What does the dream say?

Well...

The boy, he's dreaming
that the tellyphony

is ringing in his house.

His da, he answers
it and he says,

"Yes, this is Mr.
Goulash speaking."

And then, he's gasping like he has
a lobster stuck in his throat.

And he's saying, "Who? What?
Yes, sir, I understand.

"But, surely, sir, it is me you wish
to be speaking to, not my little boy."

And then, his face turns white
and his eyes pop out of his head

and he says, "Yes, sir. He is
here, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir."

And he hands the
phone to the boy.

"Is you knowing the President
of the United States?" he asks.

"No." Says the boy.

"But I suspect he's
hearing about me."

And then he takes the
phone, the boy, and he...

He's having a long chittery chat
on the phone with the President.

"Well, let me take care of it, Mr.
President.

"No, no. No, no, no.

"You'll bungle it up, sir,
if you do it all your way."

And his dad...

His eyes is googling
out of his head.

And then his ma, she
comes into the room.

And his dad, he tells her.
And then...

so on, and so on, and so on.

Dreams are so quick.

Yeah, on the outside.

They's long on the inside.

Shh... Shh...

What?

I hears lament.

Somebody's silkies is
crying for their darling.

Look!

Monsters.

We have to stop them.

You can't keep living
like this, BFG.

BFG, what did you
do with my blanket?

I thought you had it there.

Where is it, in my other...

In the cape?

Oh, I think I dropped
it in Giant Country.

You dropped it in Giant Country?

Giant Country...

Did I fall asleep?

Why are you giving me a dream?

Why are you giving me a dream?

Why are you giving me a dream?

You dropped your blanket.

So they must know you was there.

You's not safe with me, girl.

So? You is not safe with me.

Never mind that now.

There was a boy.

He liked to read. He
taught me how to read.

You's wearin' his
little red jacket.

I hears his lonely heart
just like I hears yours.

Then he seen me, like you did.

So I had to take him, hipswitch.

I could have brought
him back home.

But then it be too late.

It won't be like that.

We'll stop the giants.

We'll make them go away forever.

Was the boy scared?

Yeah. In the end.

I'm not.

Brave Sophie.

I'm not!

I'm not.

I'm not.

BFG.

You say you can hear ants
talk and spiders spin.

That you can hear the stars.

Can you still hear me?

I feel you're here.

I know you're here.

BFG.

Jump, Sophie.

We need a plan...

We need a plan...

Need a plan...

Are you thinking up a plan?

I's not having the foggiest
idea in the wonky world.

Well, keep at it.

Runt!

Sophie. Hide.

Oh, Runty, is you at home?

Quick, quick, quick!

I has a boo-boo.

Well, you's a big boy.

You take care of your
boo-boos yourself now.

Oh, I will.

Oh, he Will!

You has a bean.

Right. Out!

Let's get on with it.

Let's get on with it.

- Time to hunt.
- Time to hunt.

Skitter scatter, boys.

Find me the chiddler.

No, no, no.

No, no. Don't! No!

No, don't!

This be my work. This
be my work, boys!

Look at me!

Once, us giants, we be gentries.

Those days are over.

Where is the delicious
little chatbag?

Oh!

Right! Out, all of you!

Toot toot.

Whoa!

Oh.

He find the last one.

I finds this one.

This be my home.

Ow, hot! Hot!

You don't come in here anymore!

Go on, get out!

Cursed you be, Runt.

Get out!

This be my home!

You...

You is insult to giants.

Ow!

Well, there be more dreams
disappeared into a thick ear.

Into thin air.

Words.

They's all such a twitch-tickling
problem to me all my life.

I knows exactly what
words I want to say

but somehow or other

they all comes out
squiff-squiddled 'round.

Don't worry. That
happens to everyone.

Not like it happens to me.

I speak in the most
terrible wigglish.

Well, uh, I think you
speak beautifully.

You do?

You really do?

Mmm-hmm. Simply beautifully.

Oh, that...

Oh, that is the
nicest present that

anybody's ever given
me in my entire life.

BFG...

How whoopsey-splunkers.

BFG.

How absolutely...

What's the word? Squiffling.

- BFG.
- I is all of a stutter.

BFG!

Yeah, yeah?

I have a plan.

A Plan?

We are going to the Queen.

We really, really need her help.

We can be there by dawn.

Right.

You be giving your Queeny a frightsome
curd-bloodling trogglehumper.

Needs must. Scary
as you can make it.

Oh, chiddlers.

The Queen will dream that giants,
all nine of them, are in England.

And they are eating
little children.

And be sure to put
some army in it.

Be sure you add a little of me.

Right.

Did you add yourself?

The Queen will dream that a little
girl is sitting on her windowsill.

Then, she wakes up
and I am there.

We are there.

Uh, then what happens?

Well, then a Big Friendly
Giant steps forward

and bows and says,

"Your Majesty, I am
your humble servant."

You mean she actually sees me?

No. Not in a month
of Mondays, girl.

Huh?

BFG, stop! You are
going to knock me off.

Just trying to listen to the different
breathing of manly bean and lady bean.

No.

No, no. No, no it's not...

It's horrible. Don't. Stop them.

Make them stop. Make 'em stop!

Giants? Giants.

Horrible.

Man... Man-eating giants, no.

No, no, stop. No! No, no, no!

No!

Your Majesty.

What is it?

Oh, Mary.

I had the most horrible dream.

Oh.

Well, only a dream, ma'am, hmm?

Let me get your tea.

I dreamt that girls and boys

were being snatched out of
their beds in boarding schools

and were being eaten by
the most ghastly giants.

There was so many of them.

There was the...

The Fleshlumpeater

and the Gizzardgulper

and the Meatdripper.

And the, uh...

Butcher Boy?

Butcher Boy.

- Oh. I'm sorry.
- Oh!

The giants put their hands
in through the windows

and pluck the children
out with their fingers.

It was so bloody,
so vivid, so real.

So real, Mary.

The children just disappeared.

Oh, my!

Uh...

What's the matter, dear?
You're white as a sheet.

- Sit down, Mary. Sit.
- Yes.

You're trembling. What is it?

Well, it's just,
uh, so odd, ma'am.

So very odd.

You haven't seen the papers?

No, I haven't seen them yet.

Well, here. Look.

It's the very dream you had.

Children have disappeared
in the night.

Gone. Taken.

But, not by giants.

Well, no, it couldn't
be could it, ma'am?

Draw the curtains.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh!

I don't believe it.

There's a small girl
standing on the window sill.

Is there not, Mr. Tibbs?

There is indeed, ma'am.

She is standing
right there, ma'am.

You didn't dream it.

But I did dream it.

How in the world
did you get there?

- Well...
- Let me take care of this, ma'am.

- Here. Come down. Come with me.
- No, no, don't do that.

A giant put you there.

Yes, he did, ma'am.

He's waiting in the garden now.

Is he?

Is he?

He's my best friend.

He made your dream.

- Did he?
- Did he?

Did he?

Queen's garden, rear
window, please.

Why have you and your
giant come to see me?

I... I think you would
remember that, Your Majesty,

if the mixing went well.

Yes, I remember.

You have a plan. You need me.

Yes, we do. Should
we call for him now?

I suppose we should.

You promise you won't
hurt him, ma'am?

Rear garden, rear
garden, please.

I'm ready.

BFG!

BFG, the Queen would
really like to meet you.

You won't put him
in the bunkumhouse?

Come down from there, child.

Mary, take her downstairs
and get her some breakfast.

Mr. Tibbs, find out
where she comes from.

Come on, dear. Come on.

No! No! No, he's just afraid.

He's never done anything like
this in his whole life before.

BFG, be brave!

You promised you
wouldn't hurt him.

Mr. Tibbs, tell the
guards to stand down.

Mr. Tibbs?

Stand down, gentlemen, please.
Stand down.

Dear, come here.

Your Majesty, I am
your humble servant.

Your Majester, I is
your humbug servant.

I'm so pleased to make
your acquaintance.

Oh, Majester. Oh, Monacher.

Oh, ruler of...

straight lines.

I's come, with my
little friend Sophie

to give you a...

Uh...

To give me what?

Asistance.

Thank you.

I'm sure you have, but
not in my dressing-gown.

Oh, dear.

Giants, Boris.
Man-eating giants.

Have people been disappearing?

Ha!

We have verifiable intelligence.

We might need air clearance.
I'll get back to you.

Nancy, is Ronnie there?

Well, wake him.

Her Majesty the Queen.

This way, sir. Just follow me.

Follow me.

That's it, sir.

Slow ahead. Careful. Slow ahead.

And full stop.

To port side, sir. Oh!

Careful of the antiques, sir.

And up. Up.

Careful, up, up. That's it.

Hard to port.

And slow ahead.

Steady...

Yes, sir.

Oh!

Bogswinkles! What was that?

That was Louis Quatorze.

I'm so, so sorry, Your Majesty.

He's never really been
in a house before.

Your cape, sir.

What a whoppsy,
spliffling room we is in.

Your valise, sir.

Your Majesty.

This... This room
is so gigantous

I's needed bicirculers and telescoops
to see what's going on at either end.

Does he always talk like that?

Yes, Your Majesty.

He's never had schooling.

Ah.

Ah.

Sir.

Please, BFG. Start.

Oh.

There's only one word
for that, Majester.

Scrumdiddlyumptious.

Oh, that is glummy.

Goodbye snozzcumber.

What's snozzcumber?

It's this horrible stinky vegetable,
and I'm afraid it's all he has to eat.

Doesn't seem to have
stunted his growth at all.

Mmm...

Pour BFG his coffee, please.

What's that? What's
that black stuff?

What is that?

Where'd you get all that foam?

He's magnificent, your giant.

Sophie, dear, do start.

You must be famished.

It's delumptious.

Ah.

Oguflug!

Please, Majester, what is this horrible
swigpill I's drinking, Majester?

Would he prefer tea?

He would prefer frobscottle.

- Frobscottle?
- Yeah.

A little gift for Your Majester.

Delunctious, fizzy, frobscottle.

It be a personable ferment.

How kind.

Would Your Majester be so
kind as to honour me with...

...a pour?

It's fizzing the wrong way.

Our bubbles go up.

Oh, yeah. We wouldn't have some
glumptious, whizzpopping music?

Does he like music?
We have bagpipes.

The generals have
been briefed, ma'am.

This is a story which beggars
belief, but we don't have the time.

We're on our way
to Giant Country.

BFG will chart a course for you.

Generals, BFG.

In 10 hours, the giants will
once again be on the hunt.

And I intend to stop them.

And where exactly is
Giant Country, sir?

Exunctly, well, let's see.

Hey.

There.

- What?
- There.

Gentlemen, your men
will follow the BFG.

I have promised him you will
go only once to Giant Country.

You not be finding
it a second time.

Just look at those bubbles.

I believe in the BFG.

The BFG!

To the BFG.

Marvellous bubbles.

To Giant Country.

We will hold here.

BFG, I was asking
if you had a plan.

BFG. Do you have a plan?

BFG! Do you have a plan?

The trogglehumper I caught,
you're giving it to the giants?

Yeah, I was giving the boys this
most horrigust dream of despair.

If the dream does its job, they wakes
trapped in flush bunking remorse.

And if those wopsy bellypoppers
out there does their job,

then I think we stands a chance.

"Look at what you has done,
and there be no forgiveness."

Needs must. Now,
stand back, girl.

We's brought the hunt
to Giant Country.

Uh...

What is Sophie's dream?

Your golden phizzwizard.

I don't see much
of them anymore.

But what does it say?

It tells a story
of a little gal.

A little chiddler with her
whole life ahead of her.

With a fambly of her own.

Little chiddlers of her
own, too, someday.

There will be great
successfuls...

...and funnies ahead for her,

and truth to tell, just
a dribble of despair.

Times'll be hard,
times is be soft.

Adventures will come and go.

But in the end...

she remembers the good deeds.

Now, Sophie, I...

I know...

that story be your
heart's desire.

I knows it.

The dream, it came
to you, didn't it?

It be Sophie's dream.

But, then I wake up.

Then you wakes up.

But not here.

No.

You has more dreams to catch,
my little frogglefrump.

But not in Giant Country.

But will I still have you?

Will you still hear me
when I call for you?

Are you forgettin' something?

Are you forgettin' these?

It be time, BFG.

Now, where did I put the...

I left me trumpet
at Her Majester's.

Oh, I is such a mixed-up,

boggled-up giant sometimes.

Deliver us from weasels.

Sophie?

Oh, no. Oh, no, Sophie.

And what does we have here?

- You is a cannybull.
- You is a cannybull.

I is bad.

Have pity on a
poor little giant.

You are a very bad giant.

I has no regrets.

- Runt!
- Run, Sophie! Run!

It's over, Fleshlumpeater.

It's over, boy.

It's time to stop now.

I's always hungry.

Huh?

Whoa!

Back of the LZ.

Roger that.

Come on, lads!

Take him away!

Go! Go, go!

Secure that side!

Take cover!

The giants were
taken far, far away

to a place you've never heard of

and a place you'll never go.

The Queen sent them off
with snozzcumber seeds.

It was all they would
have to eat...

... and they were just going
to have to get used to it.

It's time to wake up, darling.

Morning, Sophie.

I had a dream last night.

In the dream, I was
awakened by a beautiful,

buzzing, humming noise
floating above my bed.

I walked to the window

and against the horizon I
saw his long legs leaping,

suitcase and trumpet in hand.

I could see all the
way to Giant Country.

I could see the garden
BFG was growing.

He had fruits and berries,
cauliflower and tomatoes.

He refused to have
Brussels sprouts, though.

But snozzcumbers were still growing
at the side of his cottage.

How else would he
make frobscottle?

I saw the stone door, and
the crooked windows.

His cape was hanging
by the door.

I saw the crow's nest and
his sailor boat bed.

I saw his rocking chair and a
fire burning in the fireplace

with a much nicer stew cooking.

I could see the scattered pages
of the book he was writing.

He was happy, and I was happy.

When I'm lonely, which is not
nearly as often as before,

I talk to him and he
actually hears me.

Because BFG hears

all the secret whisperings
of the world.

Good morning, BFG.