All language subtitles for Roald.and.Beatrix.The.Tail.of.the.Curious.Mouse.(2020).1080p.BluRay.E-AC3-CREATiVE24

OWL HOOTS

MAN :
Beatrix?

Beatrix.

Oh, sorry, darling.
I didn't hear you there.

I'm going up. Are you coming?
- I 'II Ur right with you .

SHE SIGHS

CREATURE RE SQUEAKS

BEATRIX:
Bloody mice.

NARRATOR (VO) :
A curious mouse

Crept from his room in the house

and knew then that his father had died.

He'd seen this Doctor before

take his sister to the morgue,

and he realised the grown-ups had lied.

For this world wasn't magic

it was often quite tragic.

Not every mouse lived to grow old.

So while misery reigned

he'd retreat to his brain

for the tales he wanted to be told.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

DOOR CREAKS SHUT

IN NORWEGIAN:

Ha deft, Roald.

Look after Mamma.

Sally!

Sally, come now.

Come on!

PIG SNUFFLES AND SNORTS

SHE GIGGLES

Come on, Sally.

Good girl.

Far too cold outside
for ladies of our age, don't you think?

SHE SIGHS

CHILDREN CHATTER

SOFIE:
Children. It's time to say goodbye to Papa.

CAROLLERS: # The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown #

# Of all the trees that are in the wood #

# The holly bears the crown #

# Oh, the rising of the sun #

# And the running of the deer... #

BEATRIX: Enough of that! Be quiet at once,
do you hear me? Be quiet.

# ...Sweet singing in the choir #

# The holly bears a blossom... #

BEATRIX: Stay still, damn it!
So that I can kill you!

# ...And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ... #

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, no.

Fine. Have it your way.

But I'm not giving up

on Christmas dinner that easily, Sago.
You'll see.

Oh, don't look at me like that, Tupenny.

That duck's had it coming for weeks.

Not listening!

Oh, do shush, will you.

Happy Christmas, Miss Potter.

It's Mrs Heelis to you, and I'll thank you
not to trespass on my property.

Just trying to do something nice
for the kiddies at Christmas.

I think I've done my bit for that lot.

Now get off my land,
or I'll set my dog on you.

CAROLLERS:
Aw.

For goodness sake, Fleet.

SHE SIGHS

Happy Christmas, Miss Potter.

It's Mrs Heelis.

Have you been in?

I see.

No one will make you go in there, Roald.

It's hard,
so soon after losing your sister.

Now is our chance for goodbyes

if goodbyes are something you want.

Will you come with me?

Of course.

When we get inside, Papa's in bed

but Roald, it's not really Papa any more.

Understand?

It's just a body.

So if you don't want to see

just close your eyes up,
scrunch-tight like this.

OK?

OK.

GRAMOPHONE MUSIC: "Dear Lord and Father
of Mankind" by Whittier and Parry

Mrs Dahl, I was wondering
if I might have a word

about our route to the church.

Certainly.

Papa?

MUSIC SLOWS

MUSIC GLITCHES

RECORD SCRATCHES
- DOOR OPENS

HYMN RESUMES
- You, boy!

Keep your filthy hands off the deceased!

RECORD STICKS

RECORD SCRATCHES

MAN SHOUTS: Beatrix!
- Coming.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

WELSH WOMAN: I mean,
to bury your little girl is one thing

but then to have your husband dead n'all

before a month have even passed.

Well, it's too much for any woman!

It's a cocking tragedy, that's what it is.

Mm.

Money trouble too, I heard.

Never! Who told you that?

You did I think.

Did I? Well, it must be true, then.

MAN WITH MOUTH FULL.:
I hear she's packing the boy off to school

and heading back to her mother in Norway.

Makes sense. She can't be managing
'em all on her own.

Probably get another stab at marriage

if she manages to park
all them brats somewhere.

Wouldn't mind a shot myself.

You never had a problem
with seconds have you, Butt?

What can I tell you?
I'm a man of huge appetites.

BOTH MEN LAUGH

May 1?

No, you may not. She's my mother
and you can't have her.

HE GROANS
- WOMAN: Oh!

GUESTS CHATTER

MR ENTWHISTLE:
And clearer now...

or now?
- Now.

I don't appreciate being ambushed, William.

It's not an ambush.

Mr Entwhistle has kindly found time
for a house call.

You seem to have accidentally missed
your previous appointments.

Now, or now--
- Now

And stopped opening correspondence

and writing letters.

Now, or now?
- Now.

Well that's because,
if you hadn't noticed

I'm writing--
- WILLIAM: I know. You're very busy

not writing a book.

Exactly, and those books
don't "not" write themselves, you know.

MR ENTWHISTLE:
And clearer now

or now?
- I'm not sure.

SHE HESITATES
Now

or, possibly now.

I don't know anymore.

SALLY FARTS

Pardon me.

SALLY FARTS AGAIN

MR ENTWHISTLE CLEARS THROAT
And, um...

how has your vision been
over the last year?

I... I don't know.

Everything's getting a bit foggy
on The Fells these days.

Regardless of the weather.

What do you think?

Well there is some clear evidence
of age-related macular degeneration.

He means "old lady eyes", doesn't he?

I mean, could it be glaucoma or cataracts?

Hard to say without further examination.

Ideally, I'd need her
to come in for further tests...

SHE MOUTHS

But, seeing as you're clearly very,
very busy

for the time being...

Oh, God.

You're going to make me wear spectacles,
aren't you?

It might help.

I have some temporary ones,
if you'd like to try.

I'll consider it. Later.

So, uh... gentlemen

unless there's something else,
other than my "age related degeneration”

I'm afraid I really am rather busy.

Thank you, we really do appreciate you
coming out all this way

Don't we, Beatrix?

Beatrix.

Yes, most kind.

Sorry, before I go, I couldn't possibly ask
for your autograph, could 1?

Oh. Do you have children?

Oh, no. Heavens, no.
Can't stand the blighters.

Just wanted one for the office.

Pop it up on the wall,
celebrity clients type of thing.

We've got a cracking one
from Virginia Woolf.

Get him a rabbit card, William.

Oh! That's topping!

Look at that!
His little bunny, whiskery face.

That's good
That's very good indeed.

You should write one
about Peter Rabbit getting spectacles.

Should 1?

Yes, um, well, let me know
how you get on with the--

SHE SIGHS
- Yep. Happy Christmas!

I suppose her bark
is worse than her bite, is it?

No. No, it's not.

Thanks all the same.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Mind if I join you?

What are you reading?

Oh, of course. Beatrix Potter again.

You know, I don't think
I see your face anymore, boy.

Just this.

ROALD LAUGHS

Perhaps one day you will lower the book
and there you will be!

A man, with a gigantics beard.
and I will have missed the whole show.

I'll never get a beard. Not ever.

What did he say, Roald?

He said you were sending me away to school

and that you'd go back to Norway without us

and he was going to take you as his wife.

SHE SIGHS

You know what we call men
like this in Norway?

"Flott stott bunnhull."

Do you understand?

It means, um...

"a great, big bottom-hole man".
- HE LAUGHS

Mama!
- A great, big saggy bottom hole.

Come on, say it with me.

BOTH:
"Flott stott bunnhull."

Very good. Loud as you can. I mean this.

It's educational.

SOFIE AND ROALD:
Flott stort bunnhull.

THEY BOTH LAUGH

The man's a massive twit.

I'm not going back to Norway.

What about me?

You're not sending me away, are you?

Mama?

Well, that's another
thing your Papa wanted.

He always said that an English education
is the finest in the world.

How else could this tiny "promp"
of a country become such a force?

"Promp"?
- Fart.

THEY BOTH LAUGH

And I've heard about a very lovely school
not so far from here, Roald.

Just over the water, actually.
- So you are sending me away.

No. No, not yet.

We've got the whole
of the Christmas holidays to go first.

No.
- Roald.

No. I don't want to go.

Sit down, please.
Let me tell you about it first.

It sounds like an adventure.

No. I won't go

and you can't make me, and neither can Papa
because Papa's dead!

DOOR SLAMS

Nasty flash of temper the boy's got there.

But don't you go worrying
your pretty head about it.

They'll soon beat that out
of him in boarding school.

Give you a bit of time
for your needs and all, love.

IN NORWEGIAN:

Beautiful language.

Reckon I'm in there.

HE SIGHS HEAVILY

I thought it might help you
get this book done, that's all.

That has nothing to do with my eyes,
William.

And I can't get this book done

because I don't want to get
this blasted book done.

Why ever not?
- Because Warne's don't care

what they publish any more.

I'm just a blank cheque to them now.

All they want is another damned bunny book

irrespective of the content,
and then it's Christmas bonuses all round.

So just give them one.

I... I can't!

SHE WHIMPERS
- Hey.

MUFFLED:
I don't want to wear spectacles.

Sorry?

I don't want to wear spectacles, Willie.

They'll make me look like an old lady.

You are an old lady, Beatrix.
- SHE CHUCKLES

A perfectly serviceable one, too.

That's exactly why I married you,
Mr Heelis.

Your romantic way with words.

Nonsense. You married me

for my ability
to access land registry documents.

Troutbeck farm.

It's coming up soon, but we can't
hang about if you're interested.

There's a hotelier in Manchester
who's already sniffing about.

That's most of Kirkstone Pass.
- Exactly.

No, they mustn't get it.
It would change the whole area.

Planning to carve it up,
sell it off in sections.

How many acres?

Can you read the rest of it to me, will you?
- No.

Beg your pardon?
- I won't.

Read it yourself.

Unless, of course, you need spectacles.

CLOCK CHIMES

SHE SIGHS

Hello.

Are you still in there somewhere?

FLEET WHINES

Well? What do you think?

FLEET WHIMPERS
- Rude.

WILLIAM:
Bloody animal!

Oh, Sally.

Oh, Sally. What have you done this time?

Just stay there. Just stay there. Just--

Has that damn pig of yours
been in the house again?

No. Not that I know of, no.

Why?
- SALLY FARTS

I beg your pardon.

Beatrix.
- Sorry, darling. I think it might be nerves.

Did you need anything?

No.

Sit down, get that blasted book written

so we can finally enjoy Christmas.

Yes, I'm writing. I'm writing!

Now, just settle down and stay there.

SHE SIGHS

MOUSE SQUEAKS

MUSIC: "Three Blind Mice"
nursery rhyme

MOUSE SQUEALS

MOUSE THUDS

NARRATOR (VO): 70 be sent from your home
when you're left on your own.

With a sister and father now dead

left no choice for our mouse.

Cos a home's just a house

if the future there fills you with dread.

RAGDOLL:
Roald?

How do you know my name?

Your sister Astri told me, pea brain.

Running away, are you?

Maybe.

I've got space in my bag,
if you want to come with me.

No, thanks.

Think'd best stay on Astri's bed,
just in case she comes back.

She isn't coming back.

I know.

Roald, before you go,
would you do me a favour?

Astri wrote this.
I'm worried it won't get posted.

"Dear Father Christmas

I am seven. This year, I have been good.

Please can you get a new dress
for my doll, Lavender?

Her old one is getting a bit frayed."

Hm. It is a bit.

"And please could you get Roald
a new Beatrix Potter book?

He's read me all his old ones so many times,
and I'd really like to hear something new.

Do have a safe journey.

Love, Astri."

Would you post it for me?

Of course.

See you, then.

LAVENDER:
See you.

And Roald...

do have a safe journey.

LAVENDER SIGHS

SHE SIGHS

SHE GROANS

SHE YAWNS

Oh, Sago, you have made
a foolish error there, my friend.

I'll get you this time.

Finished already?

Nearly. I've just got to pop out
and kill Sago.

Honestly, Beatrix, I do wish
you'd stop giving them names.

It really does spoil a meal.

You're right. Sorry.

Come on, dog.

I don't mind the pets,
just not the dinner. Please.

Absolutely.

When exactly are Warne's expecting
this book to be delivered by?

Tomorrow.

But, I'll say it was delayed in the post.
You know what it's like this time of year.

It'll be fine...

and besides, it's only the final manuscript

they've seen most of it already.

Beatrix.
- Trust me. It'll be fine.

BEATRIX COOS AT DOG
- FLEET BARKS

NARRATOR (VO): Now,
when mouse left his home and set off alone

he was aware he was lacking a plan.

But he knew in his heart...

that a good place to start

was his map to a happier land.

For whenever in doubt

if you're down, but not out

there's comfort to be found between pages.

But if it's true solace you seek

via your mind, not your feet

then that healing, I'm afraid

well, that could take ages.

Roald?

Roald!

Roald!

Ha. I've got you now, Sago.

TOM:
Afternoon, Mrs Heelis.

Tom.

What can I do to help you?

I just wanted to let you know

I'm taking your first lot of Herdwicks
up on't Fell now

if you wanted to follow on.

Oh, can't week keep them
on hilltop over winter?

Keep 'em 'ere?

HE SCOFFS
No, no, no, no.

You may get your London sheep
able to live

in those sorts of cramped
and squalid conditions, Mrs Heelis.

Not your Herdwicks, thank you very much.

Aren't actually that many sheep
in London, Tom.

Well, I wouldn't know.
I've not been there myself.

All I know is your Herdwicks
wouldn't stand for it.

They need more land than that.

Like Troutbeck?

That sort of land?
- Exactly.

Complicated breed, your Herdwick.

Mm.
- They need space of their own.

Space to be left alone.

To think.

Right.

Do you think, perhaps,
I was a Herdwick

in a previous life, Tom?

SHE CHUCKLES
- No.

I see.

So you comin' or what?
Cos Herdwicks don't wait for no one.

Don't matter who you are or what fancy part
of London town you were born and raised in.

Do you know what?
You've just given me a very good reason

to get back to work.

See if I can't buy our ladies
a bit more room.

But call for me later
and I'll join you then.

Suit yourself. I'm not bothered either way.

Come on now, you.

I haven't got all bloody day.

Well, I have, as it happens

but I'm not spending it
with the likes of you.

TRAIN WHISTLE TOOTS

MUFFLED ANNOUNCEMENT:
Platform 4 for...

LUGGAGE CLATTERS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Kentish Cobnut?

HE CHUCKLES

Quite right, Chicken.

You've taken a schufty
at an old fungus like me

offering you up some dodgy mangiare
and thought, "Not likely, pal!"

HE LAUGHS HEARTILY

You're not dilo, are ya?

I try not to be.

Well, don't you worry your bonce about it.

I'm a bone fide gent, make no mistakings.

Where's a young figlio like you
off to on your tod, anyhows?

Here.

HE WHISTLES

Fantabulosa!

Bona place to call your flowery patch
if you can get your lills on it, eh?

It's in the Lake District.

Huh?

You got the dinari
for a trip up a district like that?

Sorry?
- The metzas?

Moolah?

IN AN IRISH ACCENT:
The filthy lucre!

Oh, yes. A bit.

Cushty.

Cos you can always come see
your Uncky Bona Fidey

if you get stuck in the brassicas.

Despite the shonky garms

I'm not short on the old lolly pops,
if you follow me fathoms.

HIS POCKETS JINGLE

HE CHUCKLES

I'm fine, thank you.

Smashing.

In that case, keep yer orbs in yer bonce

and your lallie tappers on the end of
your stimps, ready to scarper if need be.

Am I right or am I left?

Right.
- Right.

Oh. Hold on to yer Irish jig,
my little ragiazzo.

There's a sharpy palone
heading straight for us.

So, if you don't mind

I might just take this opportunutty
to wish you a bona nochy.

Bona nochy?

Hello
- Hello.

SHE SIGHS

Fancy meeting you here.

I wouldn't have actually gone, you know.

I know.

Do you think you might like
to come home, perhaps?

So you can send me away again?

I'm not sending you away.

I'm just asking you to think about it.

For me and for Papa.

If you do something for me.

Oh! A deal.

I see.

What is it?

Take me here.

Beatrix Potter's house?

But this is Cumbria, isn't it?

You're thinking it's too far to go.

Actually I'm thinking...

"1 hope this train leaves on time'.

We've a long journey ahead of us.

Wow!

DRIVER BLOWS WHISTLE

Come on then, what are you waiting for?
All aboard, you dolly old eeks.

SOFIE:
Come on. Let's go.

NARRATOR (VO): Mouse knew with one glance,
this was his chance.

If missed, he might not get another.

For he was now strong as iron

and brave as a lion

as long as by his side was his mother.

BEATRIX:
William!

Sorry I've taken so long.

Sago, I mean, "dinner"

is being very uncooperative

and then, I saw Tom.

WILLIAM:
Visitor.

Sorry, I cannot hear a word.
Let me just get my boots off.

WILLIAM: You've got a visitor.
- I cannot hear you.

I'll be in in a minute!

SHE SIGHS

I suppose I'm losing my hearing
as well as my sight.

You'll be towing me across the Fells
in a bath chair soon, Fleet.

Ooh!

SHE SIGHS
Not again, Tom Kitten.

TRAIN WHISTLE SOUNDS

Do you mind?
I just need to stretch the leg.

Thank you so much. Terribly, terribly kind.

Roald, psst! Roald.

Let's play a game.

OK. What game?

Hides and seek?

Bit tricky.
- Hmm.

OK. Tag?

Again. Tricky.

Mm, yes. Tricky, tricky. You're right.

I spy.
- Look, do you mind?

I'm trying to read the newspaper.
I would appreciate some quiet.

I am so very sorry.

We had no idea
you were doing something so important.

Forgive us.

Just keep it down, will you?

Of course.

We will be quiet as mices,
won't we, Roald?

Sandwich, darling?

Not hungry.

Yes, you are, darling.

SHE GIGGLES

ROALD LAUGHS

Right, that's it. Enough of this wiffle.

I bid you both good day.

ROALD GIGGLES

"Wiffle."

THEY BOTH LAUGH

TRAIN WHISTLE SOUNDS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

CLOCK TOWER CHIMES
- STREET CHATTER

Wait here for a taxi, I'll be right back.

WOMAN:
Hurry up! I haven't got all day.

Come on.
- It's very slippy. Excuse me, young man.

Get in, come on. Get a move on.

Excuse me. Sorry.

But I was actually next in line.

Oh! Were you indeed, ya little pest?

Well, you ain't next in line
anymore, are ya?

But ll was.

What a horrid lady.

IN AN AMERICAN ACCENT:
Tell me about it.

Wow!
- You should try livin' with her.

You can talk?

Hey, buddy, what can I tell ya?

I used to do a whole lotta things
before this mook got hold of me.

Like what?
- "Like what?" He says.

I could see in the dark, dig a den
a mile deep, run faster than an automobile.

Now look at me? An accessory to nuthin'.

Why don't you just run away?

I've thought about it, pal
Don't get me wrong, I have.

But to tell ya the truth, in the end

I just don't have the guts!
- THEY BOTH LAUGH

" don't have the guts", you get it?
HE LAUGHS

Cos they took my guts away.

ROALD GIGGLES

What are you laughing at,
you nasty little brat?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

The George, and don't dilly dally.

Be lucky, hombre!

Be lucky!

Who was that?

No one.

Come on. Don't stand about
with your beard in the post-box.

Apparently, we can walk from here.

Come on.

SHE SIGHS

Another present from Tom Kitten.

Revolting creature.

Now you've given it to me.

BEATRIX CHUCKLES
- Thank you so much.

Um, shall I tell her
that you'll see her now?

Tell who I'd see what?

Your young lady.

I haven't got a young lady.

Well, you have. She's in the drawing room.

I haven't killed "Christmas dinner" yet.

Honestly, Beatrix, leave that to me.

You have a guest.

Fine.

Can I help you?

Beatrix Potter.

So lovely to meet you.
I'm a huge, huge fan.

Anne Landy.

Oh, I wasn't expecting visitors today.

Oh, really? Oh, don't say that.
I can't bear it.

Warne assured me he'd made
several introductions on my behalf.

Didn't you get his letters?

Um, no. I'm afraid not.

Delayed in the Christmas post, perhaps.

Yes, perhaps. Perhaps.

The post is dreadful
at this time of year. It's dreadful.

I sent a cardigan to my sister in Frome
and do you know, she still hasn't got it!

When did you post it?

About two years ago now.

I see.

What exactly can I do to help you

Miss Landy?

Oh, gosh. Of course

if you hadn't received those letters,
you wouldn't know, would you?

Shall we start all over again?

No, that's not really necessary, Anne.

Beatrix Potter. Lovely to meet you.
Huge fan. Anne Landy.

Work at Warne's.

They sent me to collect
the manuscript in person.

Save you the postage.

Have they indeed?

That's most kind.

Can't have your lovely new manuscript

going the same way
as my sister's cardigan now, can we?

Heaven forbid.

So, shall we get some tea

and take a look at what you've been up to,
you clever old thing, you?

Thank you. That goes there.

SOFIE PANTS

So, this is it, then?

It's exactly like the drawings, Mama.
Exactly.

Even the rhubarb plants by the gate, look!

I can see.

Thank you.

What for?
- For bringing me.

Sorry, you mean that is it?

Yes, I've seen it now.
- SHE LAUGHS

No, no, no, no.
We did not travel all this way

to boil away to nothing in cabbage.

Go in.
- ll can't! I'm not allowed.

Says who so?
- They do! Right there.

Oh, soppel. You're Norwegian!

You can't read that.
Just pretend you haven't seen it.

Really?
- Yes, yes.

Will you come with me?

Darling boy...

if I come with you
on every adventure you have in life

you'll never have
any stories to tell me, will you?

S'pose.

And when I am a little old lady

stuck at home, with a blanket on my knees

I will need you

out here, in this big world

telling me all about it.

Now, go, start your adventures now.

I"ll be back in one hour. OK?

OK.

OK.

You'll be fine.

NARRATOR (VO):
As mouse scampered ahead

the words she had said

wrapped him up as if now he wore armour.

And whatever he found

every detail, every sound

he'd remember

"Take home to charm her".

So, what do you think?

Well, let me be totally honest with you.

I think it's divine!

SHE LAUGHS
Sorry. Your face, then. So funny!

You thought I was going to
be cross, but ll love it.

The little rabbit making ale in a pinny.

Cecily Parsley.
- Yes, Cecily. Absolutely love her.

Warne's will go bananas for it.

Honestly, I think we'll sell this by the ton.
I just know we will.

I'm sure you will.
- Watch out, Peter Rabbit

there's a new bunny in town!

Well, if I finish off a couple
of drawings today

you can take it back to London.
- Smashing.

Before you do...

Hm...

Is there a problem?

No flies on you, BP!

Warne was hoping you might be able
to make one teeny weeny alteration.

Oh, he was, was he?

It's just those
rather pesky Blind Mice of yours.

Eek!

What about them?

Well, nothing. Obviously, we adore them.

But general feeling in the office

that some of the language is a little too--

How can I best put this?
- I'd recommend quickly.

Extreme for the kiddies.

I mean, the fact that they're blind
in the first place.

All three of the darlings.

It's a nursery rhyme.

But it's so sad.
- Is it?

SHE SIGHS

What was that?
- Err, what was what?

In the garden. Did you see it?

See what?

You were saying.

Yes. Then, despite their obvious disability,
the "Blind Mice"

out comes the farmer's wife
and well, you know the rest!

Peter?

Sorry.

She cuts off their tails
with a carving knife.

The nerve of people!

Exactly. Horrible!

Not really bedtime story stuff now, is it?

We don't want to give
the children nightmares now, do we?

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

So Warne's have sent me here
in the hope that, between us

we might be able to come up
with something a little less ghastly.

- I know!

You and me.

Should be fun, don't you think?

ANNE CHUCKLES

Closed, love.

Sorry.

I'll rest here for a moment.

SHE SIGHS

CHILDREN CHATTER

Come on then, there's room at the inn.

What inn?
- This one.

Park yourself there.

I'll get the kettle back on.

That's very kind. Thank you.

Well...

I can't be turning you away
in your condition at Christmas.

Who knows who you've got packed in there!

I might go down in history
as "Dora, the heartless waitress

what turned away the new Messiah".

DORA CHUCKLES

I don't think it's the new Messiah.

This is baby number five.
- DORA: Ooh!

Crikey. You 'ave been busy.

Hasn't your fella got any other hobbies?

Tell him to take up cricket
or cross-stitch or something.

SHE LAUGHS

And if that fails

just tie a knot in it.

SHE LAUGHS

Oh, God.

Oh, you poor lamb.

Oh, I'm such an idiot.

He's left you, hasn't he?

Not left you.

He's not dead, is he?

This week.

Pneumonia... but then...

two weeks before that, my little girl died.

Burst appendix.

And my baby is due any day now.

We have run out of money almost entirely.

And then, to top all the things off

my youngest son ran away from home
to find a puddle duck.

Right, you stay put. I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

To fetch the rest of that cake.

We're gonna need it,
judging by the week you've had.

ANNE:
They all run after the farmer's wife

who...

releases them kindly
and ends all their strife.

No.

Who...

who stands on a chair
and screams for her life.

That's it. That's it!

Now, I'm sorry, you're saying
a farmer's wife screams for her life

because she's seen a mouse?

Well, not just one mouse.

Three.

And they're all blind.

Think of it, it's utterly terrifying.

Have you ever met
a farmer's wife, Miss Landy?

No. Never.

But don't you think it scans beautifully?

I love it.
- Yes, well, I don't.

And last time I checked,
it's still my name

on the cover of these blasted little books,
and not yours.

I see.

Look, I'm sorry I snapped

but the truth is
you haven't called at the best time.

Christmas is days away and I've
still got so much to do on the farm.

I haven't even Killed Sago yet.

I'm sorry, who?
- The duck.

Beatrix. Can I call you Beatrix?

No.

I think I know
what the problem really is here.

In fact, everybody does.

That's why they sent me.

What problem?

Oh, please.

Don't pretend you wouldn't
rather be out there

with your sheep or pigs,
rather than in here with me.

Mm...

And yet...

the money is awfully useful, isn't it?

What exactly are you proposing?

All I'm saying is the sooner
you just sign off and agree to my text

the sooner you can get back on the farm.

We get this sold
and everyone's happy, are they not?

SHE SIGHS

Fine. Change the text, have it your way.

Marvellous.

Now that's something we can all drink to.

Not that cup.
- SHE GASPS

ANNE:
Oh my, it's dead. How frightfully awful!

What? I'm saving it for later.

To eat?

No! To draw, of course.

Oh. Of course. Silly old me, I thought--

Never mind.

BEATRIX:
Oh! Little blighter.

I beg your pardon?
- Oh no you don't!

No. Where are you going?
Cos we haven't actually finished.

Beatrix.

You have been so kind.

I was gonna say,
"A problem shared is a problem halved"

but in your case, I think you've
had more than your fair share.

Well, maybe I'm due some good luck then?

Well, let's find out, shall we?

Sup up...

and I'll take a look
at what's comin' for ya.

Look, I don't understand.

I can read leaves, can't I?

See the future in your cup.

SHE CHUCKLES

OK.
- Come on then.

Pass it over.

GUINEA PIG SQUEAKS

BEATRIX:
Hey. You out there!

Can't you read?

"No trespassers", it says!

Ooh! I see a journey.

And it looks like it's going
towards a palm tree, I think.

Ooh, so somewhere sunny!

SHE GIGGLES

I doubt it, unless you mean
the next train to Cardiff.

Oh, actually, now you say it

it could be an umbrella.
- More like it.

And I see money.

Lots of money.

Going out or coming in?

Oh, it doesn't say. Sorry.

Don't apologise.

That tea has done me more good
than anything the leaves could tell me.

The truth is that we can never really know
what the future holds.

The only thing we can control
is how we choose to respond to it

and I'm going choose to be brave.

SHE SIGHS
To show my quiet, worried boy

that even after the longest, darkest nights

there comes a new day.

Even after the saddest, hardest year

comes a fresh start.

Thank you, Dora.

Hang on.

There's one other thing.

That... that boy of yours...

he's going to be writer.

A very famous writer.

Is he indeed?

But he'll never have a...

beard.

Ha!

Now that, I can believe!

Happy Christmas, Dora.

Happy Christmas.

BEATRIX:
I know you're here...

you little hoodlum.

And you should know
that I've set the dog loose.

And she's not had her dinner yet either...

so I'd get gone if I were you.

WOOD CREAKS

BEATRIX:
I'll find you, you nasty little gutter bug!

And we all know what happens to gutter bugs.

They get squashed.

Do you hear me?

Squashed.

NARRATOR (VO):
Oh, mouse. Now what to do?

ls this the end for you too?

There's a witch
that won't stop till you're dead.

She's got you caught in a trap
and there's no turning back.

There'd be nothing to lose if you fled.

GUINEA PIG SQUEAKS

DOG BARKS

HE GASPS

BARKING CONTINUES

Hello.

FLEET WHINES

Nice to meet you too.

ROALD:
Come on.

ROALD:
Good boy.

ROALD LAUGHS

FLEET BARKS

I see you!

I see you, you little blighter.

Trespassing is a criminal of fence, you know.

If the dog won't scare you off,
I'll just have to do it myself.

When I catch you.

I told you to scram.

Oh, for goodness sake, dog.

What use are you, really?

Now, off my property.

Or you'll be going the same way
as the last trespasser around here.

Is it dead?

This? Yes. Very.

Did you Kill it?

No, the cat did.

Tom Kitten at it again!

Might have been.

Doesn't it frighten you?

Nope.
- Why not?

Seen more frightening things than that.

Like what?

Rouge.

Rouge?

What on Earth is so frightening about rouge?

Just looked strange when I saw it on Papa.

When they laid him out.

Oh, I see.

I take it he didn't
wear rouge normally, then?

Not normally, no.

So what did you do when you saw it?

The rouge?

Just closed my eyes scrunch-tight, like this.

Open them.

And if I were you,
from now on, I'd keep them open.

Always.

Don't miss a thing...

because when you're small,
you see it all from a different angle.

Well, what happens when you get big?

Oh...

Well, you stop seeing everything so clearly

and it all turns into a bit of a blur.

And then they make you wear spectacles

and so you have to do your very best
to remember it all instead.

Luckily for me, I do.

I remember it all.

So...

what on Earth are you doing here, anyway?

I've come to see Beatrix Potter.

Well, there you go. You've seen her now

so you can buzz off. Go on, scram!

Oh, hang on!

You've forgotten something!

ASTRI: "...and please could you get Roald
a new Beatrix Potter book?

He's read me all his old ones
so many times

and I'd really like
to hear something new for a change."”

DOOR SLAMS
- BEATRIX: Miss Landy.

I have a question to ask you.

Please do.

Have you actually read any of my books?

Well, of course.

Like I said, huge fan.
- Good.

Well, then you will know that the animals
I write of may well look sweet

they may well wear petticoats
or bonnets or little pale blue jackets

but the world they encounter is all too real.

Just like the children who read my books.

Why are you telling me this?

Because we cannot shield children
from the realities of life...

...nor do I choose to.

In my books, rabbits get caught
by farmers and baked into pies.

Hounds charge about
and eat a duck's beloved eggs.

Rats sometimes even eat kittens

or they certainly try to.

And so far, children have coped
with all of this and more, perfectly well.

So thank you for your time...

but I've changed my mind.

The line stays as it is.

I have it on great authority

that children have seen far worse than that.

KNIFE THUDS
- Good heavens!

SALLY OINKS

SALLY SNUFFLES

Uh, my hat!

Ew! Can't you stop her?

Uh, you can try.

SHE GROANS

Good heavens!

You put that down at once!

My hat! Don't-

My hat!

MISS LANDY STRUGGLES
- BEATRIX LAUGHS

So did you see her?

I'm not sure. It might have been her

or it might have been a witch.
- A witch?

I see. Well, we best get going then

before she comes back
and turns us all into, what, toads?

Not toads, mice.

Yes, mice. Quickly, run!

Mrs Heelis?
- Mm.

We"re taking the next lot
of Herdwicks up on the Fell now...

if you're free.

I'll be right with you, Tom.

So, what's it to be?

Fine. Have it your way.

Cut off their tails.

Excellent.

Pleasure doing business with you, Miss Landy.

I trust you'll find your own way out.

Thank you.

Do have a wonderful Christmas now, won't you?

DOOR CLOSES

So, Tom, imagine if one were
to buy Troutbeck farm...

Not likely, Mrs Heelis.

I've got enough on my hands

trying to pay off Mrs Tom's tab
at the Lamb and Flag, I'll be honest.

OK not "one", "I".
Imagine if I were to buy Troutbeck Farm.

Then you'd own half of the lakes.

You could do
as you pleased with it, I'd imagine.

Like get lots more Herdwicks?

You'd have more sheep
than they've got in the whole of London.

Again, not really any sheep in London, Tom.

Wouldn't know. Never been.

Would you like to go?

It's only that you do mention it quite a bit.

Me?

Go to London?

Not on your nelly.

Then perhaps you'll just have to look
after Troutbeck Farm for me instead.

Could do.

HE CLEARS THROAT
Could do.

You go on, I'll catch you up.

Alright then.

Alright then what?
- I will go to that school.

At least then I'll have stories
to tell you, won't I?

Yes, Roald. You will.

Lots and lots.

NARRATOR (VO): Now little mouse knew
this adventure was through

but another was sure to begin.

For every mouse great or small,
there's adventure for us all.

We just need the courage
and support to jump in.

But keep in your mind,
there will be troubling times

and days you're not covered in glory...

MOUSE:
Whee!

...Then take my advice,
learn a lesson from mice.

Don't let the tragic kill all the magic.

Write your own story.

WILLIAM GASPS
- SAGO QUACKS

That's it, Sago! I give up. You win.

Beatrix!

Beatrix, we're having cabbage
for Christmas dinner.

Again.

SAGO QUACKS

BEATRIX RECITES: