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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.