All language subtitles for The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe (1979)

(distant rumble)

(thunder crashes)

(thunder crashes)

( children laughing
and playing )

I'm here! I'm here!

I've come back! I'm all right!

It's all right! I've come back!

What on earth are you
talking about, Lucy?

Haven't you been
wondering where I was?

You'll have to hide
for longer than that

if you want people
to start looking for you.

But I've been away
for hours and hours!

I hardly notice
when you're here.

Now, now.
Lucy's having fun, Edmund.

No, I'm not. I mean,
I was, but I--

What--what do you mean, Lucy?

Exactly what I said.

I went into the wardrobe
and was gone for hours.

Don't be silly, Lucy.

We've only just come out
of that room a moment ago.

Hold on, Susan,
let her have her fun.

That's all it is.
Right, Lucy?

Wrong! It's a magic wardrobe!

Come, I'll show you.

You said magic?

Yes. There are woods inside,
and it's snowing,

and there's a faun,
and there's a witch,

and it's called Narnia.

Come and see.

Now, go in and see
for yourselves.

Why, Lucy, it's just
an ordinary wardrobe.

Look...

( knocking on wood )

You can feel the back of it.

(spirited thumping )

( chuckles)
Good joke, Lucy.

You really fooled us.

I must admit,
we almost believed you.

(sadly) But it wasn't
a joke at all, really.

It was different a moment ago.
Honest it was, I promise.

Come, Lucy,
you're going a bit too far.

You've had your fun,
and you'd better drop it now.

(sobbing )

Snow. Woods. Witch.

She's got a real problem.

LUCY: I don't care
what they say,

It may be
just full of coats now,

but it was Narnia then,

It's only been one week
since we came

to visit with the Professor,

and if it hadn't
rained that day,

the whole thing
never would have happened,

We were exploring the house,

(laughter
and playful chatter)

(softly) I'll just leave
the door open a little.

This must be a simply
enormous wardrobe!

What's that?

Why, it's snow.

This is very strange.

Why, it's just like branches.

I can always get back
if anything goes wrong.

(gentle humming )

(gentle humming )

Good evening.

Ohh! Goodness gracious me!

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening!

Excuse me.

I don't want to be inquisitive,

but should I be right
in thinking that you

are a Daughter of Eve?

My name's Lucy.

But you are--forgive me--
you are what they call a "girl"?

Of course I'm a girl.

You are, in fact, human?

Of course I'm human.

To be sure! To be sure!

How stupid of me!

But I've never seen
a Son of Adam

or a Daughter of Eve before.

I'm delighted to meet--

better to say-- uh... uh...

absolutely delighted.

( chuckling )
Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Tumnus.

I'm very pleased to meet you,
Mr. Tumnus.

Oh!

May I ask,
O Lucy, Daughter of Eve,

how you have come into Narnia?

Narnia? What's that?

Well, this is
the land of Narnia,

where we are now,

all that lies
between the lamppost

and the great castle,
Cair Paravel,

on the eastern sea.

And you-- you have come from
the wild woods of the west?

Well, I got into the wardrobe
in the spare room.

Ah, if I'd only worked
harder at geography

when I was a little faun,

I should no doubt know all
about those strange countries.

It's too late now.

But they
aren't countries at all.

It's only just back there.

At least... I'm not sure.

It's summer there.

Really?

It's winter in Narnia,
and has been for ever so long.

And we'll both catch cold if we
stand here talking in the snow.

Daughter of Eve
from the far land of Spare Oom,

where eternal summer reigns

around the bright city
of War Drobe,

how would it be if you came
and had tea with me?

Why, thank you very much,
Mr. Tumnus,

but I was wondering whether
I ought to be getting back.

It's only just
around the corner,

and there'll be a roaring fire,
and tea, and toast, and cake.

Well, it's very kind of you,

but I shan't be able
to stay long.

If you will take my arm,
Daughter of Eve.

That's the way!
Off we go!

( unlocks door)

LUCY: ( reading to herself)
The Life and Letters of Silenus;

Nymphs and Their Ways;

Men, Monks and Gamekeepers:
A Study in Popular Legend;

Is Man a Myth?

TUMNUS:
Now, Daughter of Eve...

( clears throat softly)

( plays flute)

( plays sprightly tune)

(tune continues)

( plays final note)

( plays somber tune)

( playing ceases)

( playing sad tune)

(weeping softly)

(snaps fingers)

Oh, Mr. Tumnus,
I'm so sorry to stop you,

but I really must go home.

I only meant to stay
for a few minutes.

(sniffling )
It's no good now, you know.

What do you mean?
I've got to go home at once.

The others will be wondering
where I am.

Mr. Tumnus,
whatever is the matter?

( Tumnus weeping )

Mr. Tumnus,
what is the matter?

(weeping continues)

Here, Mr. Tumnus,
tell me what's wrong.

(weeping continues)

Mr. Tumnus, stop it at once!

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Why are you crying?

I'm crying because
I'm such a bad faun.

I don't think you're
a bad faun.

I think you're a good faun.

You're the nicest faun
I've ever met.

Ooh-hoo-hoo, you wouldn't
say that if you knew!

What have you done?

I've--I've--

I'm in the pay
of the White Witch.

The White Witch?
Who is she?

Why, it is she that has Narnia
under her icy thumb.

It's she that
makes it always winter

and never Christmas!

How awful!

But what does she pay you for?

That's the worst of it.

I am a kidnaper for her.

I mean, look at me.

Would you believe that
I am the sort of faun

to meet a poor,
innocent child in the woods

and pretend
to be friendly with it,

and invite it home to my cave,

all for the sake
of lulling it to sleep

and then handing it over
to the White Witch?

No! I'm sure you wouldn't do
anything of the sort.

But I have!

But you're sorry, and I'm sure
you'll never do it again.

Don't you understand?

I'm doing it now,
this very moment.

What do you mean?

I had orders
from the White Witch

that if ever I saw a human,
I was to catch it

and hand it over to her.

And you are
the first I ever met.

I pretended to be your friend
and asked you to tea,

and all the time
I've been meaning to wait

until you were asleep,
and then go and tell her!

But you won't, Mr. Tumnus!
You won't, will you?

But if I don't...
she'll find out!

And have my tail cut off
and my horns sawn off

and my beard plucked out.

And if she's especially angry,

she'll turn me into stone,

and I shall be only a statue
in her horrible house!

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Tumnus,
but please let me go home.

Of course I will.

I've got to.

I hadn't known what humans
were like before I met you.

Of course I can't give you up
to the Witch,

but we must be off at once.

I'll see you
back to the lamppost.

I suppose you can find
your own way from there

back to Spare Oom
and War Drobe.

I'm sure I can.

Shh! We must go
as quietly as we can!

The woods
are full of her spies.

In fact, some of the trees
are on her side!

Do you know your way
from here, Daughter of Eve?

Yes, I can see
the wardrobe door.

Then be off home,
as quick as you can!

I do hope you won't get
into trouble on my account.

Farewell, Daughter of Eve.

Perhaps I may keep
the handkerchief.

Of course, dear Mr. Tumnus.

I'm here! I'm here!

I've come back!
I'm all right!

LUCY: I know it happened,
but I don't know how,

Ha ha ha!

Why don't you look in all
the closets in the house, Lucy?

Ha ha ha!

Maybe you'll find
other new countries.

Cut it out, Edmund. Lucy's had
enough of your teasing.

Look, it's still raining...

Of course, it would be raining.

...and we can't
go play outside.

Let's play hide and seek.

Let's! I'll be it.

All right. 1... 2... 3...

4... 5... 6... 7...

8... 9...

Ah!

EDMUND:
She's going in there again.

LUCY: I wonder,

Maybe Narnia and Mr, Tumnus
were just a dream,

EDMUND: I'll open the door
and scare her,

Aha! Lucy!

Where are you?
I know you're here.

Lucy?

Hey, what's that?

My goodness, she was right!

This is what Lucy
was talking about,

But where is she?

Lucy!

Lucy, I'm here too!

It's me, Edmund!

She's angry at all the things
I've been saying lately,

Lucy, I'm sorry
I didn't believe you!

Where are you?

Silly Lucy,

Probably sulking somewhere,

(shivering )

(whip cracking )

(whip cracking )

(sleigh bells jingling )

Stop!

(shivering )

And what, pray tell,
are you?

I'm... I'm...

My name is Edmund.

Is that how you
address a queen?

I beg your pardon,
Your Majesty. I didn't know.

Not know the Queen of Narnia?

Ha! You shall know us
better hereafter.

But I repeat:
What are you?

Please, Your Majesty,
I don't know what you mean.

Are you an overgrown dwarf
that has cut off its beard?

I'm a boy.

A boy?

Do you mean
you're a Son of Adam?

Answer me once and for all,

or I shall lose my patience.

Are you human?

Yes, Your Majesty.

And how, pray, did you come
to enter my dominions?

Well, I...

I came in through a wardrobe.

Hm, A door
from the world of men,

I have heard of such things,

This may wreck all!

(chuckles)
But he is only one,,,

and he is easily dealt with,

My poor child,
how cold you look.

Come, sit with me
here on the sled.

I will put my robe around you

and we will... talk.

Perhaps
something hot to drink?

Hmm? Would you like that?

Yes, please, Your Majesty.

(thunder crashes)

And would you like
something to eat?

Some Turkish delight?

Yes, please.

( chimes ring )

(growls softly)

Tell me, do you have any
brothers and sisters?

One brother.

Two sisters.

One sister, Lucy,
has been here too.

Lucy's been here
and met a faun.

Your sister has been here
in Narnia, you say,

and she met a faun?

Yes, she said she met a faun,

but I didn't believe her.

Does anyone else know of this?

No, only Susan and Peter.
They don't believe it.

You are sure
there are four of you--

two Sons of Adam
and two Daughters of Eve?

I should so much like to see

your brother
and your two sisters.

Will you bring them to me?

I'll try.

Because if you did come again,

bringing them with you,
of course,

I'd be able to give you
some more Turkish delight.

Why not now?

I can't do it now.

The magic will work only once.

In my own house, however,
it would be another matter.

Why can't we go
to your house now?

It is a lovely place, my house:

Whole rooms full of
Turkish delight!

And what's more,

I have no children of my own.

I want a nice boy

whom I could bring up
as a prince,

and who would be
king of Narnia

when I am gone.

While he was prince,

he would wear a gold crown...

...and eat Turkish delight
all day long.

But why not now?

Oh, but if I
took you there now,

I shouldn't see
your brother and sisters.

I very much want to meet them.

You are to be the prince,
and later the king.

And your brother
will be a duke,

and your sisters duchesses.

There's nothing special
about them.

And, anyway, I could always
bring them some other time.

No, you must go back
to your own country now,

and come back to me
another day.

With them, you understand?

It is no good
coming without them.

Now, when you come back,

look for those two little hills
rising above the trees.

Well, my house is between
those two hills.

I might have to be
very angry with you

if you come alone.

I'll...

do my best.

And, by the way,

you needn't tell them about me.

Make it a surprise for them.

Just bring them along
to the two hills.

A clever boy like you

will easily think of
some excuse for doing that.

If your sister
has met one of the fauns,

she may have heard
strange stories about me--

nasty stories that might
make her afraid to come to me.

Fauns will say anything,
you know.

Could I please have just
one piece of Turkish delight

to eat on the way home?

NO! No.

No, you must wait
till next time.

(sing-song voice)
Next time.

(shouting )
Next time! Don't forget!

Come soon!

LUCY: Oh, Edmund!

Edmund! So you got in too.

Isn't it wonderful? And now...

Okay, Lucy,
I see you were right

and it is a magic wardrobe
after all.

I'll say I'm sorry if you like.

But where on earth
have you been all this time?

I've been looking
for you everywhere.

If I'd known you'd got in,
I'd have waited for you.

I've been having lunch
with dear Mr. Tumnus, the faun,

and he's very well.

And the White Witch
has done nothing to him

for letting me go,

so he thinks
she can't have found out,

and perhaps everything is
going to be all right after all.

She's a terrible person,
you know.

Calls herself
the Queen of Narnia,

though she has no right
to be queen at all.

And she can turn
people into stone

and do all kinds
of horrible things.

Who told you all that stuff?

Mr. Tumnus, the faun.

You can't always believe
what fauns say.

Who said so?

Everyone knows it.
Ask anybody you'd like.

But it's silly standing here
in the snow. Let's go home.

Yes, let's.

Oh, Edmund, I am glad
you got here too.

Now both of us can tell
the others about Narnia.

Come on, let's find the others.

What a lot
we have to tell them.

And what wonderful adventures
we'll have.

Peter! Susan!

It's true! It's all true!

Edmund has seen it too.

There is a country we can
get to through the wardrobe.

We were both there.

Go on, Edmund,
tell them all about it.

What's this all about, Edmund?

Tell us, Edmund.

Oh, yes.

Lucy and I have been playing.

Pretending.

Ah, yes.
We've been playing. Yes.

Only pretending that
everything she said was true--

just for fun, of course.

There's really nothing there.

(weeping )

There she goes again.

What's the matter with her?

That's the worst thing about
young kids. They always--

Look here! Shut up, you!

You've been terrible to Lucy

ever since she started this
nonsense about the wardrobe.

Just leave Lucy alone.

But it's all nonsense!

Perhaps, but what good do you
think you'll do by teasing her?

I thought--I thought--!

You didn't think at all.
It's just spite.

Stop it, both of you.

Fighting won't
make things any better.

EDMUND: They're always
on her side,

Let's go talk to the Professor.

Now, how do you know that
your sister's story is not true?

But Edmund said that they
had only been pretending.

Does your experience
lead you to regard your brother

or your sister
as the more reliable?

I mean, which is more truthful?

Up till now,
I'd have said Lucy every time.

I'd say the same as Peter,

but all this about the woods
and the faun...

Yes, yes, yes, now,
that is more than I know,

but a charge of lying

against someone whom you have
always found truthful--

now, that is
a very serious thing.

But how could it be true, sir?

Why do you say that?

Well, for one thing,
if it was real,

why doesn't everyone
find this country

every time they go
to the wardrobe?

What has that to do with it?

Well, sir, if things are real,
they're there all the time.

Are they?

But there was no time.

Lucy had no time
to have gone anywhere,

even if there were
such a place.

She came running after us

the very moment
we were out of the room.

It was less than a minute,

and she claims to have been
away for hours.

That is the very thing
that makes her story

so likely to be true.

If there is a door
in this house

that leads
to some other world--

and I should warn you
that this is a strange house,

and even I know
very little about it--

I should not be
at all surprised

to find that that other world

had a separate time
of its own,

so that however long
you stayed there,

it would never take up
any of our time.

If she had been pretending,

she would have hidden
for a reasonable time

before coming out
and telling her story.

Do you really mean
there could be a Narnia--

other worlds
all over the place,

just around the corner
like that?

Nothing is more probable.

But what are we to do?

My dear young lady,

that is one thing
I cannot tell you.

Shouldn't we be bearing
a bit more to the left?

That is, if we are aiming
for the lamppost.

Lamppost?

So you really were here!

- Of all the nasty little...
- SUSAN: All right, now.

Where are we going, anyway?

I think Lucy ought to be
the leader. She deserves it.

EDMUND: You think
you're so smart,

Nobody treats me that way!

Where are we going, Lucy?

What about going to see
Mr. Tumnus?

He's the nice faun
I told you about.

All right, yeah. Let's go.

EDMUND: I'll get even,

You watch, I'll get you,

Just wait,

He's not only the nicest faun
I've ever met, he's--

(gasps) Oh, no!

Poor Mr. Tumnus!

(wood fragments fall)

What a mess.

Not much good coming here.

What's this?

There's something
written on it.

"The former occupant
of these premises,

"Faun Tumnus,

"is under arrest
and awaiting his trial

"on a charge of High Treason

"against her
Imperial Majesty Jadis,

"Queen of Narnia,

"Chatelaine of Cair Paravel,

"Empress of the Lone Islands,
etcetera,

"also of comforting
her Majesty's enemies,

"harboring spies,
and fraternizing with humans.

"Signed, Fenris Ulf,

"Captain of the Secret Police.

Long live the Queen!"

I don't know if I'm going
to like this place after all.

Who is this Queen, Lucy?

She's cast a spell
over the whole country

so that it's always winter
here, and never Christmas!

I-I wonder if there's
any point in going on.

It doesn't seem particularly
safe here. Let's go home.

But we can't, we can't!

Don't you see?
We can't just leave.

After all, it's on my account

that the poor faun
has got into this trouble.

We must try to save him.

A lot we could do.
Let's get out of here.

Quiet, you!
What do you think, Susan?

I've a terrible feeling
Lucy's right.

I think we must try to do
something for Mr. Tumnus.

I think you're right.
We'll have to go on.

What a waste. I'm hungry.

Shh! Look! There's something
moving among the trees.

Over there, to the left.

There it goes again.

I saw it too. It's still there.

It's just gone
behind that big tree.

What is it?

Whatever it is,
it's dodging us.

It doesn't want to be seen.

Look, look, quick!
There it is!

What's it like?

It's-- it looks like an animal.

I know what it is.
It's a beaver. I saw the tail.

It wants us to go to it,

and it's warning us
not to make a noise.

I think it's a nice beaver.

Yes, but do we know?

Shouldn't we risk it? I mean,
it's no good just standing here.

Come on, let's give it a try.
All keep close together.

We ought to be a match
for one beaver

if it turns out to be an enemy.

If you're not too high
and mighty to talk to me,

I've something to say,
but you'd better listen to me.

What is it?

Hush! Not so loud!

There's no sense
frightening the girls.

Do you realize
what we're doing?

What?

We're following a guide
we know nothing about.

How do we know
which side that animal is on?

Maybe he's
leading us into a trap.

That's a nasty idea.

Still, why shouldn't it be
on the wrong side?

If it comes to that,
which is the right side?

How do we know
that the faun is right

and the queen is wrong?

We don't really know
anything about either.

The faun saved Lucy.

He told Lucy he did,
but do we know?

And another thing--

does anyone know
the way home from here?

I hadn't thought of that.

Further in, come further in.

Right in here.
We're not safe in the open.

Are you the Sons of Adam
and the Daughters of Eve?

We're some of them.

Shh! Not so loud, please!

We're not safe even here.

Why? Who are you afraid of?

There's no one here but us.

There are the trees.
They're always listening.

Most of them are on our side,

but there are trees
that would betray us to her.

You know who I mean.

How do we know you're a friend?

Not meaning to be rude,
Mr. Beaver,

but you see, we're strangers.

Quite right, quite right.

Here is my token.

Oh, of course.
It's my handkerchief,

the one I gave
to poor Mr. Tumnus.

That's right, poor fellow.

He got wind of the arrest
before it actually happened

and handed this over to me.

He said that if anything
happened to him,

I must meet you here
and take you on.

They say Aslan
is on the move...

...perhaps has already landed.

What about Mr. Tumnus?
Where is he?

Shh! Not here!

I must bring you
where we can talk.

Here we are, and it looks as if
Mrs. Beaver is expecting us.

What a lovely dam!

Merely a trifle,
merely a trifle.

And it isn't really finished.

Between those two hills,

whole rooms of Turkish delight!

You will be King of Narnia!

Turkish delight...

Turkish delight,,,
Turkish delight,,,!

MR. BEAVER:
I'll lead the way.

Be careful and don't slip.

Here we are, Mrs. Beaver.

I found them.

At last! To think that
I should live to see this day!

Oh, welcome!
Come in, come in!

Dinner is on the table.

Here, we must hang
your coats in the closet.

Go ahead, my dears.
Sit down, sit down.

It's snowing again,
and it's all the better,

because it means
we shan't have any visitors.

And if anyone should have been
trying to follow you,

why, he won't find any tracks.

Now we can get to business.

Please, tell us what happened
to Mr. Tumnus.

There's no doubt he was
arrested by the police.

But where's he been taken to?

To her castle,

and not many taken in there
ever come out again.

Hm. Statues.
Full of statues, it is.

People she's turned--
turned into stone!

We must do something
to save him!

Dearie, there's no chance of
getting into that castle

against her will.

And less chance of ever
coming out alive.

This faun saved my sister
at his own risk, Mr. Beaver.

We can't just leave him to be--
to be turned into stone!

It's no good, Son of Adam,

no good your trying,
of all people.

But now that Aslan
is on the move...

Oh, yes, tell us about Aslan!

Who is Aslan?

Aslan? Why, he's the king!

He's the lord
of the whole wood.

But not often here,
you understand--

never in my time
or my father's time.

But the word has reached us
that he has come back.

He is in Narnia at the moment.

(slurps tea)

He'll settle the White Queen,
all right.

It is he, not you,
that will save Mr. Tumnus.

Won't she turn him
into stone too?

( chuckles)
Lord love you, Son of Adam!

What a simple thing to say--

turn him into stone?

Oh, if she can stand
on her own two feet

and look him in the face,
it'll be the most she can do.

And more than I expect of her.

No, no,
he'll put all to rights,

as it says in an old rhyme
in these parts.

"Wrong will be right
when Aslan comes in sight.

"At the sound of his roar,

"Sorrows will be no more.

"When he bares his teeth,
winter meets its death,

and when he shakes his mane,
we shall have spring again."

MRS. BEAVER: You'll
understand when you see him.

But shall we see him?

MR. BEAVER:
That's why I brought you here.

I'm to lead you
where you shall meet him.

Is-- is he a man?

Aslan a man? Certainly not!

I tell you, he is
the King of the Wood

and the Son of the Great
Emperor Beyond the Sea.

Don't you know who is
the king of beasts?

Aslan is a lion.

Is it safe?

I feel scared
about meeting a lion.

That you will, dearie,
and no mistake.

If there's anyone who can
appear before Aslan

without their knees knocking,

they're either braver
than most, or else just silly.

Then he isn't safe?

Safe? Who said anything
about safe?

'Course he isn't safe...
but he's good.

I'm anxious to see him,
even if I do feel frightened.

That's right, and so you shall.

Word has been sent that you are
to meet him tomorrow,

at the Stone Table.

It's down the river
a good step from here.

I'll take you to it.

But meanwhile, what about
poor Mr. Tumnus?

The quickest way to help him
is by going to meet Aslan.

Once he's with us, then we
can begin doing things.

Not that we don't need you too,

for that's another
of the old rhymes:

"When Adam's flesh
and Adam's bone

"sits at Cair Paravel
in throne,

the evil time
will be over and done."

The Witch's reign
must be near the end

now that he's come
and you've come.

We've heard of Aslan
coming into these parts before,

long ago.

Nobody can say when,

but there's never been
one of your race here before.

That's what I don't understand,
Mr. Beaver.

I mean, isn't the Witch
herself human?

She'd like us to believe it,

and it's on that that she bases
her claim to be queen.

But she's no Daughter of Eve,
no, no!

There isn't a drop of real
human blood in the Witch.

That's why
she's bad all through.

True enough, Mrs. Beaver.

She's been watching for you
this many a year,

and if she knew
there were four of you,

she'd be more dangerous still.

What's four got to do with it?

Because of another prophecy.

At castle Cair Paravel,
there are four thrones,

MR. BEAVER:
And when two Sons of Adam

and two Daughters of Eve
sit on those four thrones,

then it will be the end

not only of
the White Witch's reign,

but of her life.

And that is why
we had to be so cautious

as we came along.

For if she knew about you four,

your lives wouldn't be worth
a shake of my whiskers.

Where--where's Edmund?

Who saw him last?
How long has he been missing?

Is he outside?

Edmund! Edmund!

Edmund, where are you?

How awful!

Where can he have got to?

Come on, let's go in.

What on earth are we to do,
Mr. Beaver?

Do? Do?

We must be off at once.
We haven't a moment to spare.

We'd better divide
into four search parties.

Search parties? What for?

To look for Edmund.

There's no point
in looking for him.

What do you mean?

He can't be far away yet,
and we've got to find him.

But we already know
where he's gone.

He's gone to the White Witch.

He has betrayed us all.

I'll show them,
them and their lion.

I'll show them,
taking on the Queen.

What do they know?

"Adam's flesh and Adam's bone."

They are the evil ones.
Glad I left.

Couldn't stand to hear
more bad things about the Queen.

Probably half of it
isn't true, anyway.

She was very nice to me,
much nicer than they are,

I'll bet
she's the real queen.

Anyway, she'll be better
than that awful Aslan.

When I'm king of Narnia,
the first thing I shall do

will be to make
some decent roads.

EDMUND: I'll bet this is
the great lion Aslan

they're all talking about,

She's caught him already
and turned him into stone!

So that's the end of all
their fine ideas about him,

Ha! Who's afraid of Aslan?

It's all right,

It's all right,
It's only a stone wolf,

It can't hurt me.

(snarling )

Stand still, stranger,

and tell me who you are!

If-- if you please, sir,

my-- my name is Edmund,

and I met the queen
in the woods the other day,

and--and I've come
to give her the news

that my brother and sisters
are in Narnia,

quite--quite close,
in the beaver's house.

She--she wanted to see them.

I will tell Her Majesty.

Stand and wait if you
value your life.

(wind howling )

Come in.

Come in, fortunate favorite
of the queen...

or else not so fortunate.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm Fenris Ulf,

the Chief of the Queen's
Secret Police.

(snarling )

I'm here, Your Majesty.

Can I have my Turkish delight?

How dare you come alone!

Did I not tell you
to bring the others with you?

Please, Your Majesty,
I've done the best I can.

I've brought them quite close.

They're--they're in the little
house on top of the dam,

with Mr. and Mrs. Beaver.

Is this all your news?

No. No, Your Majesty.

Aslan is here,
Mr. Beaver says,

and something about
a place called Stone Table.

What? Aslan? Aslan?

Is this true?

If I find you have
lied to me...!

Please! I'm only
telling you what I heard.

( clapping )

Make ready our sled.

And use the harness
without bells.

Does that fool Aslan think
he can rob me of my rights?

He knows the Deep Magic
better than that.

I shall kill all four humans

before they can reach
the Stone Table,

but as long as I have you,
my fool,

the prophecy
cannot be fulfilled.

Come! We must be off!

Best keep down here
as much as possible.

She'll have to keep to the top.

You couldn't bring a sled
down here.

Fenris! Fenris Ulf!

Take with you
the swiftest wolves

and go to the house
of the beavers,

and kill
whatever you find there!

If they are already gone,

make speed
to the Stone Table,

but do not be seen.

Should you overtake the beavers

and three humans with them,

you will know what to do.

I hear and obey, O Queen!

(snarling )

( barks command
in strange language)

Onward!

( barking )

( barking )

( barking and snarling )

(whip cracking )

( barking commands
in strange language)

( barking commands;
whip cracking )

( barking and snarling )

( barking and snarling )

( barking and snarling )

( barking and snarling )

(wind howls softly)

( match sizzles)

( beaver exhales)

Wherever is this?

It's an old hiding place
for beavers in bad times,

and a great secret.

We'll be safe here
till the storm lets up.

(dishes clatter softly)

(sleigh bells approaching )

Not to worry.

Mr. Beaver can scramble
among bushes and brambles

without being seen.

He'll see which way
the Witch's sled goes.

MR. BEAVER: It's all right!
Come out, Mrs. Beaver.

Come out, Son of Adam
and Daughters of Eve.

It's all right.

It isn't her.

(wind howls softly)

Come on, come and see!

This is a nasty knock
for the Witch.

It looks as if her power's
already crumbling.

What do you mean,
Mr. Beaver?

Didn't I tell you that
she'd made it always winter

and never Christmas?

Didn't I tell you?
Well, just come and see.

( happy chatter)

Father Christmas has been here!

The Witch's magic
is weakening!

(all cheering )

Aslan is on the move.

See? Look around you!

Spring is near!

( happy chatter)

Mr. Fox, this is
a glorious moment.

This is the first time
in many, many years

that one can look forward
to a merry Christmas.

(all cheering )

Now then, now then,
don't stand around talking.

We must move on.

True, true,
we must go, we must go.

Goodbye. Goodbye.
Happy days.

Well, well!

What do my eyes behold?

What have we here?
Stop!

My goodness! Sh-she's there!

Those poor creatures!

We must hurry!

No time to lose, children!
Hurry, hurry!

What is the meaning of this?

Speak, vermin!

Or do you want my dwarf to find
your tongues with his whip?

What is the meaning
of this gluttony,

this waste,
this self-indulgence?

Where did you get
all these things?

Please, Your Majesty,

we were g-given them.

(fox stammering )

If I might make so bold
as to drink

t-to Your Majesty's
g-good he-health--

Who gave them to you?

(stammering )
F-F-Father Christmas!

F-F-Father Christmas!

What?

He has not been here.

He cannot have been here!

How dare you?!

Say you've been lying,

and you shall even now
be forgiven.

He has! He has!
Father Christmas has been here!

Ask the beavers!

Ask them!

Oh, don't, don't!

Please don't!

They were here.

They can't be too far ahead.

Let that teach you!

Drive on!

(whip cracks)

(dwarf barks commands
in strange language)

They can't be far.

Those wolves failed me!

Faster! After them!

(dwarf barking commands)

Faster! Faster, fool!

( barking commands)

(dwarf barking commands)

MR. BEAVER:
We must hurry. ( panting )

It's thawing, and that will
cause the sled problems.

(whip cracking )

Ha! I see them!

Faster! Faster!
I can see them, fool!

Get this sled going! Faster!

WHITE WITCH: Faster!

Don't sit staring, fool!
Get out and help!

( complaining
in strange language)

We lost them.
( panting )

I think they stopped.

It's no good, Your Majesty.
The sled won't move!

Then we must walk!

We shall never
overtake them walking,

not with the start they've got.

Are you my counselor
or my slave?

Tie the hands of the human
creature behind it.

Now then,
drive him ahead of us!

We're going to overtake them,
or I'll know the reason why not!

( barking commands)

Faster! Faster!

( birds chirping )

On with you!
(speaking strange language)

Onward!

Faster! Faster, fools!

(dwarf speaking
strange language)

On with you! On!
(speaking strange language)

Faster! Faster!

Ah, this is no thaw;
this is spring!

Oh, what are we to do?

Your winter has been destroyed,
I tell you!

This is Aslan's doing!

If either of you mention
that name again,

you shall be instantly killed!

( birds chirping )

One thing for sure:

The Witch won't be able
to use her sled

now that there's no snow,

so we can take it
a bit easier.

Not long now.

(Mrs. Beaver gasps)

Look! The Stone Table!

Go on.

No, you first.

No, Sons of Adam
before animals.

Susan, what about you?

Ladies first.

No, you're the oldest.

Aslan, we have come.

Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam.

Welcome, Susan and Lucy,
Daughters of Eve.

Welcome, he-beaver
and she-beaver.

But where is the fourth?

He has betrayed us and joined
the White Witch, O Aslan.

That was my fault.

I was angry with him, and I
think that helped him go wrong.

Please, Aslan, can anything
be done to save Edmund?

All shall be done,

but it may be harder
than you think.

Meanwhile, children, I have
something for each of you.

Come to the pavilion.

You may remove your coats.

Winter is no more in Narnia.

Son of Adam
and Daughters of Eve,

these are the tools
of your destiny.

The time to use them
is perhaps near at hand.

Peter, Son of Adam,

the sword and shield
are for you.

It is a magic blade
and will protect you well.

Susan, Daughter of Eve,
the bow and arrows are for you.

Use them only in great need,

for I do not mean you
to fight in battle.

And whenever you put this horn
to your lips and blow it,

help will come to you.

Lucy, Eve's daughter,

in that bottle is a cordial

made of the juice
of the fire flowers

that grow in the mountains
of the sun.

If you or any of your friends
are hurt,

a few drops will restore you.

And the dagger is to defend
yourself at great need,

for you also are not
to be in battle.

Come, Peter,

I will show you a far-off sight
of the castle

where you are to be king.

That, O man,

is Cair Paravel

of the four thrones,

in one of which

you must sit as king.

I show it to you because
you are the first born,

and you will be high king
over all the rest.

( horn blowing )

It is your sister's horn.

Back!

Let the prince win his spurs!

(snarling )

ASLAN: Quick! Quick!

Centaurs! Eagles!

I see another wolf
in the thickets!

After him, all of you!

Hand me your sword
and kneel, Son of Adam.

Rise up...

Sir Peter Fenris-bane!

It's no use now, O Queen.

They must have reached
the Stone Table by now.

Perhaps the wolf
will bring us news.

It cannot be good news
if he does.

Four thrones in Cair Paravel...

and if only three were filled,

it would not fulfill
the prophecy!

What difference
would that make,

now that--that he is here?

He may not stay long,
and then...

we could fall upon the three
at Cair Paravel!

Yes. It may be better
to keep this one,

for bargaining with.

What, you fool?

And have him rescued?

Then we'd better do what we
have to do at once.

(snarling )

(growling )

I've seen them.

They're over at
the Stone Table, with him,

They've killed my captain,
Fenris Ulf.

I was hidden in the thickets
and saw it all.

(snarling )

One of the Sons of Adam
killed him.

(snarling )

Go quickly!

Summon all our people
to meet me here

as speedily as they can.

Call the ghouls

and the boggles,

the ogres and the minotaurs!

Call the cruels,
the hags, the specters,

and the people
of the toadstools!

We will fight!

Have I not still my wand?

Will not their ranks
turn into stone

even as they attack?

Be off! I have unfinished
business here!

- ( Edmund shivers)
- WHITE WITCH: Now!

We have no table.
Let me see.

We'd better put him
against the trunk of a tree.

(dwarf chuckles)

Prepare the victim!

Untie him! Get them!

The knife! Get the Witch!

(White Witch screams)

MALE VOICE: Steady now!

(woman speaks indistinctly)

MALE VOICE: Give him a drink.

FEMALE VOICE:
Who's got the Witch?

I thought you had her.

I didn't see her

after I knocked the knife
out of her hand.

I was after the dwarf.

Do you mean she's escaped?

One can't mind
everything at once.

Drat! She got away!
Where is she?

Come, we must take you
to Aslan.

On to the Stone Table!

( birds chirping )

Wake up, wake up!

Your brother has been rescued.
He's here in camp.

Aslan is talking to him.

Here is your brother,

and there is no need
to talk to him about the past.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I'm sorry, girls.

That's all right, Edmund.

It's nice to have you back.

Sire, there is a messenger from
the enemy who craves audience.

Let him approach.

What is your message,
Son of Earth?

The Queen of Narnia
and Empress of the Lone Islands

desires a safe passage
to come and speak with you

on a matter which is as much
to your advantage as to hers.

"Queen of Narnia," indeed!
Of all the nerve!

Peace, Beaver!

All names will soon be restored
to their proper owners.

Tell your mistress that
I grant her safe passage

on condition that she leaves
her wand behind.

So be it.

It's agreed, O Queen,
provided you leave your wand.

(wind howls softly)

(distant chatter)

You have a traitor there,
Aslan.

Well, his offense
was not against you.

Have you forgotten
the Deep Magic?

Let us say I have forgotten it.

Tell us of this Deep Magic.

Tell you?

Tell you what is written
on the Table of Stone?

Tell you what is written
in letters

deep as a spear is long

on the trunk of
the World Ash Tree?

Tell you what is engraved
on the scepter

of the Emperor Beyond the Sea?

You at least know the magic

which the Emperor
put into Narnia

at the very beginning!

You know that every traitor

belongs to me
as my lawful prey,

and that for every treachery,

I have a right to a kill!

Oh, so that's how you came
to imagine yourself a queen,

because you were
the Emperor's hangman.

Peace, beaver.

That human creature

is mine!

His life is forfeit to me!

His blood is my property!

(growling )
Come take it, then!

Fool! Do you think your master
can rob me

of my rights by mere force?

He knows the Deep Magic
better than that.

He knows that unless
I have blood,

as the Law says,

all Narnia will be overturned

and perish

in fire and water!

It is very true.

I do not deny it.

Oh, Aslan,

can't we do something
about the Deep Magic?

Isn't there something
you can work against it?

Work against
the Emperor's magic?

Fall back, all of you,

and I will talk
to the Witch alone.

I have settled the matter.

The Witch has renounced

the claim
on your brother's blood.

How do I know
this promise will be kept?

( roaring )

( onlookers jeering )

ASLAN: We must move
from this place at once.

It will be wanted for...
other purposes.

Pack quickly.

We must encamp tonight
at the Ford of Beruna.

You must prepare to fight
the Witch two ways.

I?

If things go well with you
in the woods,

she'll fall back to her castle.

Me?

You may or may not
be able to cut her off

and prevent her
from reaching it.

But you will be there
yourself, Aslan.

I can give no promise of that.

We shall camp here.

She will not attack tonight.

( insects chirping )

Can't you sleep either?

No! I have a horrible feeling
that something's wrong.

As a matter of fact, so have I.

Something about Aslan.

I have a terrible feeling

something dreadful is
going to happen to him.

There's been something wrong
all afternoon.

Lucy, what was that he said

about not being with us
at the battle?

Where is he now? Is he here?

I don't think so.

Let's go outside
and have a look round.

- We might see him.
- All right, let's go.

Look!

Let's follow him
and see where he's going.

( rocks falling )

( both gasp)

Oh, children, children.

Why are you following me?

We couldn't sleep.

Please, may we come with you,
wherever you're going?

Well... I should be glad
of company tonight.

You may come,

if you promise to stop
when I tell you,

and after that leave me
to go on alone.

- Oh, thank you, thank you!
- We promise!

Aslan, dear Aslan,
what's wrong?

Can't you tell us?

Are you ill, dear Aslan?

No.

I'm said and lonely.

Lay your hands on my mane
so that I can feel you're there,

and let us walk like that.

Oh, children,
here you must stop,

and whatever happens,

do not let yourselves be seen.

The fool!

The fool has come!
Bind him fast!

( cackling )

Hee hee hee hee!

(low)
Oh, Aslan, roar at them!

Bite them, Aslan!

Bind him, I say!

( cackling )

( roaring and cheering )

( roars and cheers)

Stop!

( roars and cheers cease)

Let him first be shaved!

(laughter)

FEMALE VOICE:
Shave him!

MALE VOICE:
Shave the poor pussycat!

(laughter and happy chatter)

(shears snipping )

(laughter and happy chatter)

Why, he's only a big cat!

Is that what we were afraid of?

(laughter)

FEMALE VOICE:
A big cat!

Puss-puss-puss!
Poor pussy!

How many mice have you
caught today, cat?

( cackling )

Tell me, would you like
a saucer of milk, Pussums?

(laughter and happy chatter)

How can they? This is awful!

Poor Aslan!

Muzzle him!

(growls)

The cowards! Are they still
afraid of him, even now?

(laughter and happy chatter)

(villains audibly struggling )

(villains audibly struggling )

And now, who has won?

Who has won?

Fool! Did you think
that by this

you would save
the human traitor?

Ha ha ha ha!

Now I will kill you
instead of him,

as our pact was,

and so the Deep Magic
will be appeased.

But when you are dead,

what will prevent me
from killing him as well?

Understand that you have
given me Narnia...

forever!

(voice echoes)

You have lost your own life,

and you have not
saved the human!

In that knowledge...

despair...

and die!

(thunder crashes)

(laughter)

The great cat is dead!

The fool! The fool lies dead!

Now, follow me, all!

Let us settle this war!

Follow me, and crush
the human vermin and traitors!

Follow me!

At dawn, we shall destroy them.

Deploy our people
all along the ridge.

Mount guards
and secure the ridge.

The others, rest.

What a glorious day
tomorrow shall be!

( insects chirping softly)

( both weeping softly)

I can't bear the look
of that horrible muzzle.

I wonder if we could
take it off.

( Lucy weeping softly)

Why don't we untie him as well?

Oh!

(audibly struggling )

( mice chittering )

( chittering continues)

(gasps)

Oh! What are they doing?

Can't they leave him alone?

( chittering )

They're gnawing away
at the ropes.

They're friendly mice.

Poor little things.

(sobbing softly)
They don't realize he's dead.

LUCY: They think it'll do
some good untying him.

I guess there's nothing more
we can do.

LUCY: I'm so cold.

SUSAN: So am I.

Let's walk about a bit.

(Susan shivers)

(thunderous crash )

What's that?

Uh... I'm afraid
to turn around.

Something awful is happening.

They're doing something
worse to him. Come on!

Oh! Oh, no!
Oh, oh, oh!

What does this mean?
More magic?

ASLAN: Yes!

It is more magic!

- SUSAN: Oh, Aslan!
- LUCY: You're not dead?

You're alive! You're alive!

ASLAN: Yes!

It is I.

LUCY: You're real! You're real!

SUSAN: Oh, Aslan!

But we saw her kill you.

Yes!

Although the Witch knew
the Deep Magic,

there is a magic deeper still
which she did not know.

Her knowledge goes back
only to the dawn of time,

but if she could have looked
a little further back

into the stillness
and the darkness

before time dawned,

she would have read there
a different incantation.

She would have known

that when a willing victim
who had committed no treachery

was killed
in a traitor's stead,

the table would crack

and death itself

would start working backwards.

And now... to business.

Children, you must ride on me.

We must get reinforcements!

The battle at Beruna Ford
is not going well!

(weapons clanging )

(weapons clanging;
Edmund panting )

There are too many!

Hold tight!

(exhaling )

(Aslan exhaling )

LUCY: Susan, look!

We must find Mr. Tumnus!

He's got to be here somewhere!

Look everywhere,
upstairs and downstairs.

Leave no corner unsearched!

Aslan! Aslan!

I've found Mr. Tumnus!

Come quick!

Oh, Mr. Tumnus!

Susan, this is Mr. Tumnus!

Lucy!

PETER:
We've got to stop the Witch!

EDMUND: She's--she's turning
all our people into stone!

We must destroy her wand!

Our day's work is not yet over.

Our people,
even at this moment,

are in dreadful combat,

outnumbered by
the Witch's army.

We must join the battle.

(voices clamoring )

( Edmund groans)

PETER: Edmund!

Hold fast! I'm coming!

Off my back, children!

( roars mightily)

It's-- it's Aslan!

It can't be!
Aslan is dead, fool!

(Witch screams)

(villains panicking )

( cheers and applause)

You arrived
just in time, Aslan.

It was all Edmund's doing.

Once he broke her wand,
we knew we had a chance.

However, poor Edmund
was terribly wounded.

We must go and see him.

Quick, Lucy,
the cordial I gave you.

There are others wounded.

Yes, I know.
I must tend to them.

Hand me your sword

and kneel, Edmund.

Once a king or queen
of Narnia,

always a king or queen.

Bear it well, Sons of Adam.

Bear it well, Daughters of Eve.

( playing triumphal fanfare)

(voices cheering )

Long live King Peter!

Long live King Edmund!

Long live Queen Susan!

Long live Queen Lucy!

(voices cheering )

Where's Aslan?

I don't see Aslan.

That's right.
He was here, now he's gone.

He'll be coming and going.

One day you'll see him,
and another you won't.

And of course, he has
other countries to attend to.

It's quite all right:
he'll often drop in,

only you mustn't press him.

MAN: So the years went by,

King Peter, King Edmund,
Queen Susan, and Queen Lucy

ruled in great joy and peace,

and if ever they remembered
their life in the other world,

it was only as one
remembered a dream,

Majesties,

great news.

The White Stag has once more
appeared in the forest.

The White Stag?

The White Stag
is a magic being,

and will give you wishes
if you catch him.

There's the stag!

There he is!

PETER: Look at him run!

This way!

There he is!

Let's go!

We've lost him!

EDMUND: There he goes!

EDMUND: He's getting away!

PETER: There he is!

EDMUND: Where?
I don't see him.

We're--we're back!

We're back!

Professor, we're back!

Hey, Professor, Professor,
we've been to Narnia!

We've been to Narnia!

No, I don't think
it'll be any good

trying to go back to Narnia
through the wardrobe.

You won't get there again
by that route.

But will we get to go back
to Narnia, Professor?

Yes, of course you'll get back
to Narnia again someday.

But don't go trying to use
the same route twice.

Indeed, don't try
to get there at all.

It'll happen when you're
not looking for it.

And don't talk too much
about it, even among yourselves,

and don't mention it
to anyone else,

unless you find that they've
had adventures

of the same sort.

But how will we know?

PROFESSOR:
Oh, you'll know all right.

Odd things they say--
even their looks--

will let the secret out.

Keep your eyes open.

It's entirely possible that
this is the end

of your adventures
in the wardrobe,

but only the beginning

of your adventures in Narnia.