Original subtitles

P savage dedicated things to you

for the path of direction which you have proven

this scene is simply so

trade at a one of the depicting

forces WHO

raised no

axe

Easy, you're enough

I can't remember

You have a ex-post

Honestly, no one is there

There was no music

No work

No-0000

Queen

Malin

Did you hear him while he went?

Can he wear the te Snow dye?

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

We're going to get technologies.

We're going to get technologies.

We are going to move forward.

I'm going to move forward.

Drag-the-door to my water.

arrange- filming to go wherever you support me.

take-away an identity away and.

born-out adjustments with that see.

Write with anybody.

RF hanging aside.

You need my room, or I get out.

You need my room.

Now we'll do DoM.

I have made many books about well behaved people.

Now for a change, I'm going to make a story about two disagreeable people, called Tommy

Broke and Mr. Tom.

Old Mr. Bouncer was stricken in years.

He lived with his son Benjamin Bunny and his daughter-in-law Flopsy, who had a young

family.

Now take care of the children Uncle Bouncer.

We're going out visiting for a while.

What?

Oh, yes, yes.

Well, there are my dears.

Perfectly alright, my dear.

We won't be long.

No, I'll be going to enjoy yourselves, eh?

Do you think they'll be alright with father Flopsy, do you?

Oh, yes.

Uncle Bouncer's very capable.

Remember how he saved you and Peter from Mr. McGregor's garden when you were very young?

I do, I do.

Any words to hear?

Oh, I doubt it.

Oh, my, my.

Oh, yes.

Nothing.

Not even a wiggly wiggly worm.

A worm, a wasp.

A wingsome frog, sauteed pole, to nibble it.

I should starve at this rate.

Morning squire.

Is that you, Broke?

Ah, how you keeping Mr. Bouncer?

Looking after the youngens from Esun Benjamin.

No problem.

No worries.

Oh, yes.

The sweet little things, aren't they?

No, I've been to a while.

What's the news from down here, eh?

Tommy, my dear fellow.

Oh, not so good, I'm sorry to say.

A great scarcity of fat and eggs, he tastes.

And very few frogs about.

I have not had a good square meal in a fortnight.

I should have to turn vegetarian and eat me own tail.

No.

They eat me own tail.

No.

They eat me own tail.

Oh, yes, eh.

A great scarcity of nice tidbits, I'm afraid.

I think it's down to the presence of old Todd Fox.

Oh, my dear chap.

What used to have been started for a slice of seed cake and a glass of homemade cow slip wine to fortify the constitution.

Don't mind if I do, squire.

Todd, eh?

Don't lie to the sound of that.

Yes, eh.

Yes, always a great scarcity of food when old Mr. Todd is on the trail.

Have a cup of sleep, cigar, Tommy.

Well, I say that's, er, that's uncommon decent of you.

Don't mind if I do.

Ah, that's grand.

Ah, mmm.

Ah, mmm.

Haven't seen old Sir Isaac in these parts lately.

Oh, er, er, the oldenman told me for a while, either.

No, no, no.

I'm sorry to say.

Oh, well, I don't get many visitors, me.

No, I'm not sure he used to be.

Oh, I'm a really, really old, erm.

Yes.

You have a nice little sleep, Mr. Pouncer.

I'll take care of him, nice little rabbits for you.

Hmm.

Ha, ha, ha.

Uncle Bob's.

Oh, come back soon.

Where are the children?

Father, where are the babies?

No, I can smell badger, Benjamin.

Has anyone been here?

It's old, Tommy Brook.

He's taken up babies.

Now, don't worry, flopsy. I'll catch that old brogue.

Now, which way?

Oh, can't you let me down?

I trust in you.

This way.

I was relying on you.

Oh, I'm not sure.

Oh, drat.

Mr. Todd.

Now, we get shells, plates and pots.

Potts and pans.

Baby rabbits.

Ah, breakfast, lunch, tea and supper.

Lovely, Rob.

Peter, Peter, Peter, Robert.

What ever is the matter, cousin Benjamin?

He's back, my family.

Tommy Brock in a sack. Have you seen him?

Tommy Brock? Yes.

Perhaps if you tell me from the beginning.

Flopsy and I went out visiting neighbours.

Father was watching over the young ones.

And old Tommy Brock must have arrived.

Well, you can guess the rest.

Cousin bitch, compose yourself.

Because Mr. Todd is at home with a stick house,

Tommy Brock has gone to Mr. Todd's other house

at the top of Bull Banks.

Ah, well, nice places.

Come quickly, Peter.

Super fine.

Is that the time?

Oh, oh.

Cottontail, have you seen Tommy Brock pass this way?

Yes. He rested here for a while and was laughing.

Is squirrel knocking?

Have you seen Tommy Brock?

Come on, Benjamin. Come on.

Come on. I'm going as fast as I can.

Wait for me, Peter.

I'm not going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to the house.

I'm going to the house.

I'm going to the house.

I'm going to the house.

I'm going to the house.

I can't.

Wait for me, Peter. Peter, wait!

We're close behind him by the scent.

Oh.

This is a terrible place, Peter.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

There were preparations upon the kitchen table which made Benjamin shudder.

Preparations for one person's supper.

Quick.

Look around the other side.

Oh, don't try a full place.

Wait. Look.

I can see him.

He's asleep.

I was right.

He is here.

He's gone to bed in his boots.

His smile boots.

Tommy Brock must have entered through this window.

But he's bolted it from the inside.

I heard something.

Yes.

Tommy Brock snoring.

No. No. Another sound.

Oh.

Look, Benjamin.

Look at the little door in the wall.

It's them.

It's them.

They're alive.

Shh. You're only gone to me, Brock.

We must remain calm.

We must stay rational and plan carefully or all will be lost.

It will have to be a tunnel.

It's the only way a tunnel right under the house and into the kitchen.

Let's get home with it.

Come on.

Good.

My face.

Come on.

Benjamin.

It's sunrise.

I think we've took clear under the kitchen floor.

So we should be able to tunnel upwards and free the babies.

Shh.

Who is it?

He's tired.

Badger.

Badger.

Badger.

Badger.

I can smell badger.

Badger.

Badger.

Badger.

In my house, in my bed.

Oh, my face.

I can smell badger.

Badger.

In my house, in my bed.

Oh.

Badger.

Badger.

In my house, in my bed.

In my house, in my bed.

I'll fix that batch of...

I'll fix it, my lady.

I'll fix it.

Look and see what the

imeter was Jackie's Out facing.

Mr. Todd, naturally being a thin-legged person, was quite unable to lift the heavyweight to

the level of the hook and rope.

After considerable thought, he emptied the water into a wash basin in jug.

The empty pail was not too heavy for him.

He slung it up, wobbling over the head of Tommy Brock.

As he could not lift the whole pailful of water at once, he laid all quarts of water

into the pail by degrees.

The pail got fuller and fuller, and swung like a pendulum.

What's he doing?

At last, Mr. Todd's preparations were complete.

The pail was full of water.

The rope was tightly strained over the top of the bed, and across the window sill to the

tree outside.

What's going on?

A better route, a weakly-eaten-eat.

Ow!

It's too tight.

I'll have to know through it.

Got him!

But no scream.

No scream.

Oh, this has turned out even better than I expected.

I will bury that nasty person in a hole.

I will bring my bed out and dry it in the sun.

I will have a father disinfecting with soft soap and monkey soap at all.

Soft soap and sprinkle Persian powder to remove for the smell.

Good morning.

Good morning.

My foxy, whisked friend.

Just in time for breakfast.

I don't think...

DIE!

Let's get out of here, Benjamin.

Yeah, that's weird.

Let's get out.

Run for it, Benjamin. Run in and get them while I watch the door.

Sorry, I'm just running for me.

Flopsy! Flopsy!

Benjamin?

Beecher! Oh, thank goodness you're all safe.

Well, old's well the 10's. Well, that's what our mother always used to say.

It was a bit worried myself, actually. Thanks for your help, Peter.

Old Mr Bancer was forgiven, and they all had dinner.

MUSIC

The rain has moved on, and left a new day.

There you go.

It's just a perfect day.

The shadows in light, but move with the wind.

Hidden violence closed, flashed with songs

away. Just a moment of all that you did.

On the wild and misty hillside, fear is nature's warning.

Hunger here is a little far away.

And all that's worth is for children who play.

Days that never end or where should we make.

Another perfect day.

MUSIC