All language subtitles for wonka2

After seven years of life upon the ocean,
it is time to bid the seven seas farewell.

In the city I've pinned seven years of hopes on,
lies just over the horizon,I can hear the harbor bell.

Land on!

Got a tattered overcoat and battered suitcase.

Got a pair of leaky boots upon my face.

Soory.

Got to drag myself up by my one good fit place.

Got to work my rotten socks off if I want to make ends meet.

I've poured everything I've gotten to my chocolate.

Now it's time to show the world my recipes.

I've got twelve silver sovereigns in my pocket.

And a half full of dreams.

There's a famous restaurant on every street here.

There's brandinos and the bar Parisienne.

Got a little map to tell me where to eat here.

Had a dozen silver sovereigns, now I'm somehow down to ten.

Want the finest produce, this is where they stick it.

So the prices are suspiciously extreme.

I've got six silver sovereigns in my pocket.

And a half full of dreams.

At last the gallery gone mad, I knew that we'd see it one day.

It's everything you said mama, and oh so much more.

Each way that you turn in the middle of a famous chocolate store.

Here's my destiny, I just need to unlock it.

Well I crash and burn and blow up like a rocket.

I got nothing to offer but my chocolate.

And a half full of dreams.

Another daydream.

In this city anyone can be successful.

If they talent and work hard or so they say.

But they didn't mention it would be so stressful.

Just to make a dozen silver sovereigns last more than a day.

Could you spare a sovereign for a place to sleep now?

Of course. Here, take all you need.

Thank you.

I've got one silver sovereign in my pocket.

And a half full of dreams.

There we go. Time for a little night cap.

Stop, hey, shoo, go away, stop, go away, shoo, shoo.

Stop, say it.

Sorry about Tiddles, seems to have an unusual interest in your legs.

Must be these pants. They got them from the mailman in Minsk.

Haha, that would be it. Tiddles would spend all day pursuing
postal work as if he could. Wouldn't you, boy?

You're not planning on sleeping there, are you, son?

It was just for a night. By this time tomorrow I plan to meet my fortune.

By this time tomorrow you'll be frozen solid.

No, don't be ridiculous.

Perhaps it is a little cold for camping. Unfortunately,
I'm not in a position to pay for a room, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But as luck would have it,
I know someone who might be able to help you out.

Really?

Here we are, Mr. Walker. Have a sweet home.

Get your filthy balls off my front door, you mighty man.

If that's your blip, you better have my gin.

I have something better than gin, Mrs. Scrubbitt.

A gas.

Oh, what did you say?

Come on in, sir. Welcome to Scrubbitt and bleachers. Get out the laundry.

Make yourself at home. Warm your cockles by the fire. Gin?

Oh, no doubt.

Yes, Mrs. Scrubbitt. Put that book down and get our guest a glass of gin.

The poor man's frozen half to death.

Thank you, Mrs. Scrubbitt. You and your husband have been so kind to me.

Husband? Him?

I you'd love that, wouldn't you?

No

Oh, I'm holding out for someone far superior to that either, peasant.

Gin, gin.

That is extremely strong stuff.

Yeah, you can run cars on that.
So, what is it up to do for your room, is it?

Well, yes, but...

Mr. Wonka is temporarily embarrassed.

Oh, noway, don't said that.

I'm afraid that's true, Mrs. Scrubbitt.

Well, all that's about to change.

Oh, yeah.

You see, I'm something of a magician,
inventor, and chocolate maker.

And first thing tomorrow at the gallery gourmet,
I plan to unveil my most astonishing creation.

Prepare to be amazed as I present to you...

Tape ball.

Oh, it's just for making tea.

One second.

That's for my stew.

I thought you were somewhere.

Oh, you are, Mr. Wonka.
I can see you're a man of great ingenuity.

And we've got just the thing for you.

The entrepreneurial package.

Now, the room is one sovereign night,
but you don't have to pay till six tomorrow.

Does that give you enough time to earn a few pennies?

More than enough, Mrs. Scrubbitt.

Thank you.

Oh, it's the least I can do for a stranger in need.

Now, sign here and we're all done.

All right.

Read the small print.

What?

Thank you. That'll do.

Who? What'd she say?

Who's that, then?

The girl.

What girl?

That girl was the son of like,
read the small print.

And there doesn't seem to be a lot.

Oh.

Just some coming.

You don't want to listen to Noodle,
Mr. Wonka. She's damaged.

Damaged?

Orphan syndrome.

Orphan syndrome.

Orphan syndrome.

Orphan syndrome.

She was dropped down the laundry chute at the BAB.

And I took her in at the goodness of my heart.

And I've done my best, Mr. Wonka. Honest, I have.

But she's left with a suspicious nature.

She sees conspiracy everywhere.

Poor girl.

I know.

These are just your standard teas and seeds,
but you're welcome to take a look if you want.

Oh.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Ah, and then welcome to Scrubble.

Hello, Mr. Wonka. The entrepreneurial suite.

Eighty-four punks there.

And your sink plus soap and
a little mint on your pillow.

Fantastic.

What a kind girl.

Oodle.

Oh, doodle.

did you ask mr.scrub it?

I've been looking for you.

What do you want?

I want to teach you a lesson,
you miserable little bookworm.

What would i did wrong?

You know what you did, you wet.

Stop talking.

Do you ever interfere in my business again and
you'll be in this group all wait.

Do you understand?

Yes Mr. Scrubbit.

Sorry, Mr. Scrubbit.

lot of thinks so, too.

Here we go, mama.

Ladies and gentlemen of the gallery gourmet,
my name is Willy Wonka.

And I have come to show you a marvelous morsel.

An incredible edible.

An unbeatable edible.

The likes of which this world has never seen.

So quiet up and listen down.

Nope, scratch that.

Reverse it.

I give to you the hover jungle.

In a jungle near Mumbai

There's a little hoverfly

Whose wings go at a thousand flaps a second.

That's no lie.

These microscopic wings

Like chocolate more than leaves.

And when asked nicely,
lay precisely one little egg in each of these.

When it hatches from its shell

It gives a happy yell.

How thrilling to be living in a chocolate hotel.

It beats its wings with glee

And then as you will see

The chocolate will levitate

And float most gracefully.

Well, there's chocolate

And there's chocolate

But only Wonka's makes your eyes pop out.

They're chocolate.

Put your hand into your pocket

Let get yourself some water chocolate.

Come now, I insist.

You've never had chocolate like this.

No.

You've never had chocolate like this.

Hey.

Ms. Balbon.

Yes, Mr. Slugworth.

Call the police.

Very good, sir.

Well, who wants to try one?

Hi.

Mr. Slugworth, sir.

Excuse me.

Mr. Fickleboober.

And Mr. Pridenose.

What an on.

Ever since I was a little boy.

That is quite a handshake.

It's a business handshake, Mr. Wonka.

Lets people know.

I mean, isn't it?

Now, come along.

Let's try one of these so-called hover chunks.

Ooh.

It's not just chocolate, is it?

Yes.

Marshmallow.

That's right.

Harvested from the mallow marshes of Peru.

And sandal.

But butty.

Salted.

With the bittersweet tears that rush in the ground.

Hmm.

Is it?

Surely not.

cherry.

Cherry picked by the pick of the cherry pickers
from the imperial gardens in Japan.

Well, Mr. Wonka.

I've been in this business a very long time.

And I can safely say that of all the chocolate
I have ever tasted, this is without doubt the absolute 100% worst.

Whoo!

There we have it, ladies and gentlemen.

An endorsement from Mr. S-

Wait, the worst?

We three are the fiercest of rivals,
and yet we agree on one thing.

A good chocolate should be simple,
plain, and complicated.

Where's this, with all its bells and whistles?

it's just weird.

What a shame.

If you thought the chocolate was weird,
you're gonna hate what happens next.

What's happening?

That's the Hummer Fox.

It's broken out of its cocoon.

It's flapping its wings like Billy-O.

What the hell?

Are you serious?

Yes, but don't worry.

It'll be completely unharmed.

In about 20 minutes,
it'll get tired and exit through your ear.

You what?

You mean to even fart about my pussies?

Yes, I know what he meant.

You're not your rocker, Wonka.

Who in their right mind is the chocolate that makes you play?

Well, let's find out, shall we?

Who's for Africa?

All right, folks.

Nothing to see here.

It's a small group of people defying the laws of gravity.

Hook them, boys.

That's the Hummer Chuck, sir.

That's the point.

I'm afraid we've had some complaints about you, sir.

Complaints?

That you're disrupting the trade of other businesses.

Regrettably obliged to move you on and to confiscate your earnings.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Don't worry.

It's going to a good cause.

Sick kids or something.

Sorry, sir.

Rules is rules.

Can you at least leave me in sovereign?

I can pay for my roof.

Here.

Thank you.

Evening, Mr. Wonka.

How'd it go?

Not quite as well as I'd hoped.

Oh, shame.

Well, I'm afraid we do have to settle up now.

Well, thankfully, the room's taken care of.

You said sovereign?

For the room, yes.

But you have incurred a few extras during the course
of your residency with myself.

Have I?

Yes, you have.

There was that glass of gin you had on arrival.

And if I remember rightly,
you warmed your cockles for the fire.

I did indeed, Mrs. Scruggitt.

Cockle warming is extra.

Use the stairs to get you his room and all the work.

Oh, then you've got your stair charge,
and that is first step, I'm afraid, up and down.

Now tell me, Mr. Wonka,
did you happen to use the minibar?

There's a minibar?

Minibar, sir.

By the sink.

Mine have, briefly.

See, when Bleacher knows you never touched
a minibar and he was raised in a ditch.

Add in your mattress eye, a linen lid,
and your pillow penalty, and you are looking at 10,000 sovereigns.

You're kidding me?

It's all in the small friend theory.

I will have 10,000 sovereigns.

We have a problem, Mr. Wonka.

You're going to have to work it off in the
wash house, ain't ya?

At a sovereign a day.

10,000 what years?

27 years.

Hey!

Warm up.

That's it's theme day.

Ah!

You must be Mr. Wonka.

Who are you?

Abacus Crunch.

I'm a child of the Captain's.

At least I was.

Now, uh...

He runs the place.

And you best do as he says on your answer to me.

Piper Benn, plumber by trade.

This is Miss Lottie Bell.

He don't talk much.

And I'm Larry Chucklesworth, comedian.

They got all of you too, did they?

I'm afraid so.

We each of us found ourselves in need of a cheap place
to stay and neglected to read the small print.

One moment of stupidity followed by endless regret.

Sounds like my third marriage.

I'm sorry, I do that a lot.

You don't.

A lot.

I've only been married once and it didn't work out.

these gone be some way out of here.

You don't think we've tried.

There are bars on the window and there's a dog on the door.

And even if you could get out,
that contract is watertight.

If you're not here at roll call Mrs.
Scrubbitt, we'll call the police.

They'll bring you right back and
she'll charge you a thousand for the inconvenience.

Alright everybody, back to work.

Come along Mr. Wonka.

You come with me.

And you're in here on suns.

First you take off the apparel
and you stick it in a barrel Scrub Scrub.

Then you take it to the mango
and you turn the giant handle Scrub Scrub.

Then it's hung up really high
until it's nearly dry Scrub Scrub.

But when we sing this song,
but they don't seem so long Scrub Scrub.

It's still long now.

Got a press out all the creases
from the dresses and to meet Mrs. Scrub Scrub.

Got a hold them like they told us or they'll
scold us and withhold our Scrub Scrub.

We'll sign your dozen lines and we've
got into our time Scrub Scrub.

And if you don't agree.

C clause 5.

Section 7A.

Paragraph 22.

Part D.

Which says, Scrub Scrub.

Scrub Scrub.

Scrub Scrub.

Scrub Scrub.

Room service.

Told you to read the small part.

No problem with that.

You can't read, can you?

I focus my studies almost exclusively
on chocolate.

I see.

For everything else I'd rely on
the kindness of strangers.

And look for that sky.

The staff quarters.

You've got a bed.

You had a bed.

Desk.

And a wash basin slash toilet.

The water comes in two temperatures.

Cold.

And colder.

How much do you owe them?

Ten thousand.

Count yourself lucky.

I owe thirty.

What? How do you owe them money?

I thought they found you down the laundry chute.

Well they did.

Took me in out of the goodness of their hearts
and charged me for the privilege.

What a pair of monsters.

The greedy beat the needy every time, Mr. Wonka.

Guess it's just the way of the world.

Oh come on, Noodle.

That's just your orphan syndrome talking.

My what?

Your orphan syndrome.

And we are not eating any slugs.

What are you doing?

I'm making chocolate, of course.

How do you like it?

Dark? White? Nutty? Absolutely insane?

I don't know.

I've never had any.

You've never eaten?

You've never eaten chocolate?

No.

What?

You've never had chocolate?

Still no.

Look, Sunday. I mean, this is a good read.

Well, lucky for you, Noodle.

I have a selection of the world's finest
ingredients right here in my travel factory.

Oh.

Where to begin?

That's the question.

I know.

Silver linings.

Made of condensed thunderclouds.

And liquid sunlight.

Helps you see that faint ray of
hope beyond a shadow of despair.

Just what we need, wouldn't you say?

Did you always want to make chocolate?

No.

Back when I was your age,
I wanted to be a magician.

My mom was a cook.

We lived on the river, just the two of us.

In a perfect little world of our own.

Honey, I remember it.

I used to spend every waking hour trying
to come up with some new trick to impress my mom.

But the real magic came from her.

We didn't have a lot of money.

But each week, she brought home one cocoa bean.

By the time my birthday came around,
there was enough to make a single bar of chocolate.

But it wasn't just any old chocolate.

Far from it.

This has to be the best chocolate in the world.

I still don't know about that.

They say the very best comes from
a place called the Gallery Gourmet.

It also can't be any better than yours, mama.

It's impossible.

Well, that's all that happens.

I don't know what it's a secret.

But even those fancy pants don't.

What is it?

I will tell you.

When you're older, you get to sleep.

We should go, Emma.

When is that then?

To the Gallery Gourmet.

Let's start the show.

Yeah.

We've got an email before
the door and everything.

That's the wonderful trick, honey.

Is that all it is?

Just a dream?

You know.

Every good thing in this world
started with a dream.

So you hold on to yours.

And when you do share chocolate
with the world,

I'll be right there beside you.

Promise?

If I'm not, I think you promise.

Now.

Sleep.

So, what was it, Willie?

What was the secret?

I never found out.

Soon after, she felt sick.

Before I knew it, all I had left
was her bar of chocolate.

That's why I'm here, little.

So I can feel the same
way I did back then.

Being chocolate with her.

What do you mean.

My mom was promised that when
I share chocolate with the world,

she'd be right there beside me.

I know it sounds crazy,

but I always hoped she'd
somehow keep that promise.

She might even tell me her secret.

Here. Come on.

I wish you hadn't done that.

You don't like it?

No. I like it.

It's just...

What?

Now I still don't have chocolate,

it'll be a little harder.

Then how would you like to have
all the chocolate you can eat

every day for the rest of your life?

A lifetime supply?

A lifetime supply.

What would I have to do?

Not much.

Let's get me out of here.

Are you crazy?

Easy. I'll get someone
to cover my shift

and you can smoke me out
in your laundry cart.

Just for a few hours, mind.

Don't believe in no one's gone.

What's the point of that?

To sell chocolate, of course.

We'll split the profits and pay off
Mrs. Scrubbit in no time.

It's a nice idea, Willie.

It's a great idea.

But it'll never work.

Of course it will.

Get your chocolate.

You don't understand.

Mrs. Scrubbit's like a hawk.

Heaps her beady eye on everything

that comes in and out
of the wash house not accept.

Come on.

What is it?

No, it's nothing.

huh.

double huh.

That's not nothing.

That's a silver lining.

Let's give it one idea.

Okay.

So the one time she dropped
a garbage

and this aristocrat came
into the laundry.

He was only asking for directions,

but she was all over him like a rash.

It was disgusting.

That's it, Newton.

All we have to do is find
an aristocrat

and slip out while she's distracted.

Yeah, but

where are we going to find
an aristocrat?

Huh.

Huh?

A double hop.

did you have a pencil and paper?

Uh-huh.

I've got ideas.

I've come to make the confession.

You sound right, fellas.

Keep it up.

Forgive me, Father, for I have said.

I have had 150 of these since my
last confession.

Temptation is very hard to these.

Set me down.

See you later.

Good evening, Chief.

They're all waiting.

Thank you very much.

Good evening, gentlemen.

I brought my invoice.

One chocolatier moved on for
the usual fee.

Here we go, baby.

There's the good stuff.

Tell me, Chief.

How would you like to earn
a few more of those?

Oh, I am listening.

could you think that Mr. Wonka might require
a little more than simply moving on?

Oh, he's good.

Too good.

And what's more, he only charges a sovereign
of chocolate so anyone can afford them.

Even the...

You know, the...

The poor.

Oh, dear.

I've just been a little bit sick
in my mouth.

Could you please refrain from mentioning
that demographic in my presence?

He doesn't like it when people say poor.

Sorry, Felix.

We want you to send Wonka a message.

Backed up by physical force.

But if he attempts to sell chocolate in this town again,
he is liable to meet with a little accident.

In which he dies.

Yeah, no, I got that already.

You don't have to keep saying it.

I'm just making sure we're all
on the same page.

No one's on your page.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I know what it means.

Actually, what does it mean?

Gentlemen, please.

So, what do you say, Chief?

Do we have a deal?

Listen, fellas.

I'm an officer of the law.

I can't just go around roughing
up your competition.

I'm sorry.

Well, now, Chief.

I can see that you're a man of
integrity.

Thank you.

But ask yourself this.

Have you got a sweet tooth?

I do.

A hunger that you have?

To feed.

Have you got a sweet tooth?

I do.

Well, we've got everything you need.

Don't give me that conscious nonsense.

It's simply with true quote.

So, a hundred of your favorites.

Sorry, I'm afraid it's known.

I promised the wife I'd cut down on
chocolate.

You know, I gotta get in shape
for the policeman's ball.

But think about your sweet tooth.

I do.

I've had it since I was a boy.

A nutty little sweet tooth.

It's true.

The only thing that brings you joy.

Don't look at your waistline.

It's fine.

Who needs to see their toes?

So, seven hundred bucks and...

That's a lot of chocolates.

No.

Never mind, let's give it a taste.

Have you got a sweet tooth?

Three, two dollars.

Have you got buckets of chocolates?

I do, really.

Yeah.

Do you think the candy's dandy?

Oh, yeah.

It's amazing what a tailor can conceal.

He directed chocolates.

eighten hundred boxes.

Oh.

Well, well, suffer well.

Cut, you lump.

Wake up!

Poor little brook today.

Oh, well, unmistakable sound of wealth.

Do what?

Don't tell me I didn't know this.

What?

She's madly in love with you.

Mrs. Scruggitt.

Miss Soddy.

And why not?

Look at you, fine figure of a man.

You just need to tidy yourself up a little.

Get some new clothes.

Have a bath.

A bath?

You do know what they say, right?

What do they say?

She'll be thankful for an angle.

Yes.

And pleased to see your needs.

Right.

But if you want to make her sigh.

Tell me.

Show her some thigh.

Wake up!

It's overflowing now!

Get in there! Back to work, huh?

He's up to the anchor!

Come on, what is she up to?

Wake up!

Got a idle peasant.

what you are looking on it?

Nothing.

Do you like that coat, Nodal?

Right.

I was collecting the laundry
from Professor Monkel the other day.

Yeah?

He's writing a book about
the Bavarian royal family.

Boy.

He's got sketches of noblemen
all over his wall.

So?

And this one, looks rather familiar.

Blimey, that looked exactly like...

Mr. Bleacher.

Are you telling me Bleacher is
a Bavarian aristocrat?

Uh-huh.

Go and get Monty!

Oh, I see you finally managed
to drag your lazy.

Have you done something with your hair?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Where did you get them dungarees?

Lost property.

Right.

Then I shouldn't have.

Yeah.

Not bad, I suppose.

What are you doing all the way over there?

Keeping my knees warm.

Oh, I thought you'd come over here
and have a glass of gin.

Why don't you come over here?

Where it's all hot.

Oh my Lord.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you
a brand new contraption of my creation.

An innovation in logification.

Let me ask you a question.

How does Tiddles want to spend all
this time chasing after Milne?

And what do I have to do all day?

Scrubbers, please.

Scrub, scrub.

But now, with Willy Wonka's wild
and wonderful wishy-washy walk-a-walker,

please don't make me say that again.

Tiddles gets to run, and I can have fun.

Scrub, scrub.

Just pop it out for a bit.

I'll be back before all falls.

Until then, Tiddles has agreed to...

Scrub, scrub.

So, tell me a little bit about Bavaria.

Well.

What do you want to tell me?

Oh, yes.

All clear.

Really?

Yeah.

We did it.

Well done, Noodle.

I can't believe it worked.

Wait till you see how much chocolate
I made last night.

We sell this, and we're going to be...

What's going on, Willy?

Not again.

Where are the chocolates?

I'm not going to tell you this, Noodle, but...

They've been stolen.

Stolen?

who by?

The little orange man.

What?

The little orange man.

I didn't tell you about him.

No.

You didn't.

He's my nemesis.

about these hight.

He comes in the dead of the night,

and he steals all my chocolate.

but happening every
few weeks for the past three,

four years now.

Really?

Sometimes I stymed in that strange realm

into a sleeping lake, green hair,

glinting in the moonlight.

Green hair?

One day I shall catch him.

Willy.

Willy.

Willy.

You don't seriously expect me
to believe this, do you?

Of course I do.

What other explanation is there?

I don't know.

That's you go to sleep, dream
about little green man...

Orange man, green hair?

And while you're dreaming,

stuff your face with chocolate.

Stuff my...

That makes a lot more sense.

Why did everything just work?

I've been eating all my own chocolate?

Stupid silver linings.

Hey.

Something stupid about my chocolate.

If Mrs. Scrubber had spotted us,

I'd be in the coop right now.

Wait, I'm sorry, okay?

But we can make more chocolate.

all problem is I'm all out of milk.

Well, that's not a problem.

Milk.

A, that is stealing.

And C, Willy Wonka does not use
any of the cow's milk.

For this particular creation,

I require the milk of a giraffe.

Okay, fine.

As a matter of fact, there's one at the zoo.

Big huh!

But A, the zoo is not that way.

Great.

And B, they're not really
just walking there and milking.

Ooh, that might near do.

So I'm a very lucky little orange man.

Let me find this.

What is it?

From zoo management.

In recognition of your years of service.

But I've only been here a year.

Which is why there's only one chocolate.

Huh.

Well, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Good night.

Hi.

Well done, you know.

So, what is it really?

It's called a big night out.

A single chocolate that perfectly
mimics a night on the town.

The outer layer is champagne truffle.

The next is white wine.

Followed by red.

That's when the singing and dancing starts.

It's when he hits the layer of
whiskey fudge, he'll get emotional.

He might do something remarkable.

Hello, Granny.

It's Basil.

I just wanted to say I've always loved him.

I love you so much.

What?

It's Basil Bob.

We've got together in chemistry school.

No, no, don't hang up.

Finally, it's an old pork
from the back of the cover.

And...

Hmm.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Why did they fly away?

I don't know.

Perhaps they haven't thought of it.

You're kidding.

No, I'm serious.

That's the thing about flamingos.

They need someone to shut them away.

Ah, giraffe.

You've got to learn how to read.

Why?

You're nearly eaten by a tiger.

Nearly is the key word there.

I've nearly been eaten by a lot of things.

And none of them got more than a nibble.

giraffe.

Okay, I'll learn how to read.

Good evening, Miss.

Abigail.

Abigail.

Whoa!

Easy now.

I brought a casey of mints.

You're crazy about my casey of mints.

A lot more than anything else.

Except being scratched under the chain, you see?

You want to give it a go now?

No.

Yeah.

Why not?

Okay.

I think she likes you.

And Miss Abigail.

My colleague here gives you a good scratch.

Do you think you could possibly
spare us a pint or two of your milk?

So, have you done this before?

Once.

In Africa.

Magnificent beast.

Was she wild?

Wild?

She was absolutely furious.

You sure can be silly, Willy.

I suppose that's trutle, Noodle.

Trutle?

That doesn't work, does it?

Nothing rhymes in Noodle.

Where'd you get that name, anyway?

Doesn't matter.

Oh.

Go on.

This.

It's all I have for my real parents.

See?

And for Noodle.

Or Nora.

Or Mina.

Or nothing at all.

Cage Tracy Hunter?

You don't think I've tried?

When I was a kid?

I always hoped that I'd find my parents.

And they'd live in this
beautiful old building full of books.

My mom, she'd be waiting there for me at the door.

And I'd run into her arms and she'd give me
this big hug like she'd never let me go.

Then I realized it was just a stupid dream.

Nothing stupid about that.

Isn't there?

I know things haven't been easy for you, Noodle.

They're gonna get better.

I'm not gonna let you rot in
that wash house forever.

You promise?

I'd get it better than that.

I pinky promise.

That's the most solemn vow there is.

Get scratchin'.

We don't have long until
that guard comes Toodle, Noodle.

Toodle!

There's not even a word.

Oh.

I'm gonna keep working on it.

I got it, Noodle.

Listen to this.

Chief, you know that fella
you wanted to work with?

Mr. Wonka! Word in private, if I may.

Certainly, officer.

Be on your way, Appable.

Be sure, sir.

Oh, yeah.

This is between me and Mr. Wonka.

Let's get out of here, Noodle.

but willy!

Don't worry about me.

I've talked my way to tighter spots than this.

I'll meet you back at the car.

Now, officer, if this is about Abigail...

I've got a message for you, pal.

Whoa!

Do not sell chocolate in this town!

You got it?

Not really, I'm afraid.

Oh, so you had a mouth on you,
huh, Candyman?

I said, don't sell chocolate!

You hear me that time?

I have water in my ears.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, that makes sense.

Listen, I'm sorry.

I'm all out of whack.

Truth is, I don't want to be doing this.

I don't want you to be doing this.

But I still got to give you a message.

Sell chocolate in this town again,

you're going to get more than
a bonk on the head.

I don't have a bonk on the head.

What is with me today?

Can you give me just a second?

Mrs. Scrubbitt, your eyes
are like two rabbit droppings

in a cup with pores of custard.

See you downstairs.

Geronimo!

Ah, Mr. Wonka, good of you to join us.

Not late, am I?

Well, no, cutting it a bit fine, but...

Has Tiddles been pulling his weight?

As a matter of fact,
Tiddles has been a very good boy

and productivity is up 30%.

We took the afternoon off.

But that's not the point.

This is the point.

Not now, Larry.

Sorry.

The point is, where have you been?

And why do you smell a giraffe?

Guess I owe you guys an explanation.

The truth is, I'm a chocolate maker.

Not just any chocolate,
the best in the world.

Nah, well, Noodle's flattering me,
but she's right.

They're exquisite.

The plan is to sell chocolate
and pay off Mrs. Scrubbitt.

At least, that was the plan until...

Ah, let me guess.

You had a little run-in with
the Chief of Police.

how could you know that?

Because I was Slugworth's accountant.

For a week, at least.

His regular bookkeeper was off sick.

And I was called halfway across
the country to take his place.

Good evening, Mr. Slugworth.

I just need your signature on...

You need a straightforward job.

Until I realized there were two sets of books.

One for the authorities.

And one which told the truth.

Slugworth, Fickle Groomer and
Prod-Moes have been in cahoots for years.

A sort of chocolate cartel, if you will.

They've been watering down their chocolate
and storing the excess in a secret vault deep beneath the cathedral.

Guarded round the clock by a corrupt cleric
and 500 chocoholic monks.

The only way in is down a secret elevator
and past the mistress of the keys.

A subterranean sentinel who hasn't seen
sunlight in years.

There's thousands of gallons of
chocolate down there.

And the cartel use it to bribe blackmail
and luncheon the competition.

I didn't care that the two children
were going to win our way next time.

Put your foot down.

Good morning, Mr. Slugworth.

From now on, I'll be keeping
the ledger in the vault.

Oh, and Mr. Crouch?

Yes?

You're fired.

Very good, sir.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wonka.

They've got you right where
they want you.

You can't get a shop without selling chocolate
and you can't sell chocolate without a shop.

Hey, Noodle. Noodle!

What is it, Willy?

Watch out!

Whoa!

What's this for?

Your wages. A lifetime supply, remember?

You didn't have to do that.

Of course I did. I gave you my word.

Well, thanks. I've got something for you too.

For me?

What's this? Glass half full?

Other way up.

Glass half empty.

It's an A. Your first letter.

I'm teaching you to read.

Oh, manual.

Well, I can't have my business
partner eaten by a tiger.

Or nearly eaten.

So we're still partners?

Sure, but I don't know how we're
going to sell any chocolate.

Every time the police show up,
we'd have to vanish in the thin air.

Like a magician.

Right.

Yeah, but it's one thing when you're on stage.

You have ropes and pulleys and trap doors.

There's none of those on the street.

As a matter of fact, they're wrong.

They're trap doors all over the city.

They're called storm drains.

I'd be happy to show you around
if you cut me in on the action.

If you're recruiting, I'd do anything
to get out of here and make up with my wife.

I don't have any practical skills,
but I can talk like I'm underwater.

And if you need someone to handle communications,
I'm your woman.

What?

Well, why are you all staring at me?

I did not know she could speak.

I thought you were mine.

No, I actually used to work at the telephone exchange.

But back then, I was quite the chatterbook.

But since I came here,
I haven't had much to shout about.

Far be it from me to pour cold water on all your fun,

but if Mrs. Scrubbitt catches you trying to escape,
you'll all get six months in the coop.

So just think about that before
getting involved in this harebrained scheme.

But it's not harebrained, advocate.

Woolie's chocolates are incredible.

Try one.

That's very kind of you, Noodle.

I don't care how good his chocolates are.

When do we start?

I guess what I'm trying to say,
Barbara, is will you marry me?

Oh, I don't know, Volyn.

You're a lovely man,
but I'm looking for someone to sweep me off my feet.

You know, whisk me off to a life of adventure.

Could that be you?

No.

Oh.

Not with my chronic lack of self-confidence.

I'd best be off.

But Colin...

Sorry to have wasted your time, Barbara.

Taxi!

Hey, I miss you. Can I have you?

Oh, wait.

Do you have anything for a broken heart?

So the taxi's never stopped.

The girls think you're a flop.

You're wet and cold, you're getting old.

Confidence is sharp.

its true.

When people look at you,
they seem to look straight through.

Or like you're something brown
they found upon the bottom of their shoe.

Have you been following me?

But this should lift the gloom,
my giraffe milk macaroon.

Just take a chance and you'll
be dancing to a different tune.

Goodbye to feeling small and frightened of it all.

Just eat a few of these and you'll
be feeling ten feet tall.

Well, there's chocolate and there's chocolate.

Only one kiss makes your confidence skyrocket.

There's not even one kiss!

Get yourself some work and chocolate.

Madam, just one kiss.

Yes, please.

You've never had chocolate like this.

Oh, we've never had chocolate like this.

Have you tried it if you want?

No.

Oh, you've got to have a go.

just pop in it, everything becomes a Broadway show.

I knew that makes you gasp.

It's the jokes that make you laugh.

All that you say and do all
they will please are your graft.

Lost your hair, can't think where.

Feeling fairly bare up there.

Don't despair, I can't prepare.

Behold my hair, a Paris Claire.

It's made from ground vanilla
from the markets of Manila.

Take any more than three and
you'll end up like a gorilla.

Well, there's chocolate.

And there's chocolate.

Only one kiss makes you laugh
around the chocolate.

Put your hand up. Do your part.

Get yourself some work.

Oh, put a sock in it.

Make sure they're all frisked.

Have you ever had chocolate like this?

I've never had chocolate like this.

Get yourself some work and chocolate.

Put your hand into your pocket.

Get yourself some work and chocolate.

Well, there's literate and illiterate.

Can you tell me what this word is?

Not a bit of it.

Well, that's a vowel and that's a consonant.

What's that now? You're talking nonsense.

I should call it quits.

But you're never so chocolate like this.

Well, there's chocolate.

I understand that.

And there's chocolate. Totally true.

Only one kiss rides a home
right through our profits.

What I'm trying to tell you is
that if we don't get on top of this,

we'll go bust chocolate bullets.

We'll cease to exist.

But fellas, you've never had chocolate like this.

No, we've never had chocolate like this.

Well, there's chocolate and chocolate
and chocolate and chocolate.

Only mine will find you by grabbing populates.

We've been just tied to nothing
at all because the world is complete.

But who will I complete?

You've never had chocolate like this.

No, we've never had chocolate like this.

Have you ever had chocolate like this?

No, we've never had chocolate like this.

No, we've never had chocolate like this.

All right, where is he? Where did he go?

So that's how you're doing it.

Apple, I want a man on every storm
drain in the city.

Are you sure, sir?

Should we be focusing on
all those on sublets?

No, no, no. This is the priority.

Okay.

Okay, you know what? I'm going to
need your help up.

Yep.

Pretty sure I've gained about 150 pounds
in the last two weeks.

Gotcha.

finally, let me out of here.

I demand to be released.

Incredible. You can speak.

Well, of course I can speak.

Now let me out of here or I shall shriek.

Let me out.

Now until I take a good look at you.

Good evening.

So you're the funny little man who's been fun.

Funny little man?

How dare you.

I will have you know that I am a perfectly
respectable size for a numpa numpa.

A numpa what now?

In fact, in London and I am regarded as something of a whopper.

They call me lofty.

So I will thank you to stop gawping at me as though
I was something unpleasant you found in your handkerchief.

I find it uncomfortable and frankly rude.

Sorry.

Now let me out of here.

What absolutely no right to go around
and bottling innocent strangers.

Innocent?

Hold on. You've been stealing from me for years.

Well, you started it.

Me?

You stole our cocoa beans.

What are you talking about?

Do you mean that you don't even remember?

Remember what?

The day you destroyed my life.

No, I don't remember that.

Well then young man allow me to refresh your memory in the form
of a song so ruinously catchy that it may never leave your mind.

Oh, I don't think I want to hear that.

Too late.

I've started dancing now.

Once we've started we can't stop, Tim.

Ah, wow, um, Mr. Loompa, if you really think
that's a reasonable penalty for taking three beans

Four beans?

Four beans, then I'm sure
we can come to some sort of understanding

But I can't give you my entire supply.

I've got people counting on me.

Very well.

I'll tell you what.

You let me out of here and
we can discuss it, like a gentleman.

All right.

Thank you.

Now, would you be so very kind
as to pass me that miniature frying pan?

This one?

No, no, the heavier one.

Thank you, thank you.

But I always say that is quite
a beast, isn't it?

Now, come a little closer.

Close it, close it, close it.

Come on, close it on up.

There we are.

Ow! God!

Oompa Loompas, do not negotiate.

Good day, sir.

But that's my last jar!

I said good day.

He came back?

Yes, Noodle, but this time I set a trap.

And he walked right into it.

So, where is he?

Ah, well, we have a fight, you see?

He won.

Hit me on the head with
a frying pan and jumped out of the window.

Of course he did.

You don't believe me, do you?

Honestly, no.

No.

No.

No.

Definitely not.

But, as it so happens,
we will need to sell chocolate today.

Why is that?

You know that shop?

The one you've been dreaming of?

Now, I know what you're thinking.

Maybe the little work.

Looks like someone left the water running
20 years ago and the ceiling fell through.

And the ceiling above that
and the ceiling above that.

But that means we can afford it.

For a week, anyway.

And we'd finally be legitimate.

The police wouldn't have
any excuse to keep bothering us.

So, what do you think, Wally?

Do you like it?

Do I like it?

Oodles, just as I always imagined.

No.

Scratch things.

Better than I imagined.

I mean, look at this place.

I mean, yeah, it's a wreck,
but the potential, the bones!

You mark my words.

This is going to be the
best chocolate shop the world has ever seen.

Woo!

You won't be scrub-scrubbing
much longer, Newt.

We'll all be free.

As free as flamingos!

The six of them in total.

Including the little girl.

She seems to be the brains
of the operation.

They're based out of a laundry
called scrub it and bleach it.

Scrub it.

That's right.

Why, you know it?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

They just run it a shop, so legally,
I can't touch them.

But illegally, I'm happy to
do whatever you guys want.

You want them all to have
a little accent?

In which they die.

Not a problem.

But it's going to cost you
a lot more chocolate.

It's all right, chief.

And also, I'd be grateful for an advance.

Because the last boxes you gave me,
they're gone.

Woo!

I mean, even these little paper cases.

But for the past three days, you know,
you think they're going to give you the same hit?

Ha ha!

They don't!

There you go, chief.

There's plenty more where that came from.

You stand down for now.

I'll give you a call when the time is right.

What is it, Arthur?

Good girl.

You don't really think it could be her, do you?

I didn't want to.

You always assured us she wouldn't be a problem.

He's right.

You did assure us.

And she won't be.

Nor will Bonk.

I'll see to it.

Who is you?

What do you want?

Oh!

Mrs. Loveworth.

Just a minute, sir.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Who is it, Puffy?

What?

It's Mrs. Loveworth.

To what do we have the honour?

You have a guest.

A Mr. Wonka.

He's been sneaking out to sell chocolate
with the help of your serving girl.

Well, quite.

I wondered if you might help me put
an end to their business.

Here we go, Mama.

Ladies and gentlemen, greetings
to you all and welcome to Wonka's.

Tremendous things are in store,
both literally and metaphorically.

What?

In them?

Humour me.

Close your eyes and count to ten.

Make a wish now.

Open them.

Here's a store that's like no other.

If it were, I wouldn't bother.

So, mushrooms, pears, or salted flowers.

That comes to 89, Sorens.

A bargain at twice the price.

Thank you, sir.

And how would you like your change?

Spendable or edible?

Oh, edible, please.

Enjoy.

And don't forget to eat your basket.

That man just gave us a hundred dollars.

I know.

Perfect.

Oh.

Mr. Wonka?

Yeah?

What's going on here?

Oh my goodness.

That's impossible.

You must...

Yeti's swag?

Yeti's swag.

The most powerful air potion in the world.

I didn't put it in there.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.

There appears to be a manufacturing error.

Nobody eat the flowers.

Uh, why not?

What's wrong with them?

What's the matter with this toadstool?

My daughter took one bite and just looked at her.

There's nothing wrong with
the chocolate milk, isn't there?

I'm terribly sorry, everyone,
and I don't know how to explain this, but...

It appears that the chocolates have been poisoned.

Poisoned?

What is it?

It poisoned my child.

I didn't poison them.

I want my money back.

No competition.

I want revenge.

This is what you get from a stash of my daughter.

And that, I believe,
is the end of Mokko's chocolate trouble.

I am sorry for what just happened.

What?

What happened?

Isn't it obvious?

We're a chocolate cartel.

It's okay, Willy.

We can rebuild.

We can start again.

There's no point in it all.

It didn't work.

What do you mean?

She promised she would be here.

She wasn't.

You didn't actually think that...

Oh, I did.

Stupid dream.

Don't say that, Willy, please.

Don't ever...

Come on, Mokko.

I think Mr. Wonka needs to be alone.

Every good thing in this world started with a dream.

So you hold on to yours.

And when you do share chocolate with the world...

I'll be right there beside you.

Terrible shame would happen here.

David, you're responsible?

Perhaps.

Oh, no.

We're not personal, then.

We may have encouraged
Mrs. Scrubbitt to enhance your creations.

We paid her to poison them.

Yes, thank you, Gerald.

You're welcome.

So how do you come?

The glow?

Oh, no, Mr. Wonka,
I don't waste my time with that sort of thing.

We've come to offer you a deal.

This is the precise amount you owe Mrs. Scrubbitt.

This is for the number cruncher,
the plumber, the telephonist,

the so-called funnyman,

and this is for the girl.

Now, we put in a bit extra for her

so that she can get a place to live,
clothes, toys, books.

Oh, yes, Mr. Wonka.

You could change her life,
change all their lives.

Not what I have to do.

Leave town, own them.

Never make chocolate again.

There's a boat sailing at midnight,

and for their sake as much as your own,

I hope you're on board.

Sorry, little.

I guess I got carried away.

Sorry, little.

I hope you'll forgive me one day.

Checking it out, always.

Yeah.

I just wanted it

to feel the way that it did

when I was a kid.

Sorry, little.

Ah, Mr. Wonka.

Your ticket at one way, to the North Pole.

It's premium economy.

Yeah, basically economy.

Yeah, you get a little more leg room,
a complimentary packet of peanuts.

Is he worth the extra?

I don't know, but these guys...

We don't need to go into detail.

Goodbye, Mr. Wonka.

Thank you.

So glad you're here.

I'm not going to let you out of my sight,
Willy Wonka.

Not till you've paid your debt.

But I bring glad tidings on that score.

What's that?

I've been doing my sums.

One more drug, and we're even.

Or, if you prefer,

I would accept half of that

if there's rather than using politics.

You're gonna look.

I don't make chocolate anymore.

Oh, dear, please don't tell me
you're going to go through

with this ridiculous deal.

I have to.

For Noodle.

I promised her a better life.

I think you promised.

You should stand up to those bullies.

Give them the old one-two.

That's what an oompa-loompa would do.

But if you are determined to just sit there

feeling sorry for yourself,

I beg that.

Goodnight, son.

Huh.

What is it?

No, nothing.

Well, it's obviously something,
because you said, huh.

I'm sorry. Forget it.

There you are.

Huh.

Oh, you did it again.

Tell me what it is, or I shall poke you

frightlessly with a cocktail stick.

Look where Slugworth shook my hand.

His ring left a mark.

See?

It's an A, surrounded by S's.

So what?

His name is Arthur Slugworth.

It's probably a family ring.

Yes, but Noodle has one just like it.

Noodle?

Uh-huh.

Why would Noodle the author

have a Slugworth family ring?

There's only one reason I can think of.

Which is?

You know, if I'm correct,

Noodle could be in grave danger.

Well, come on, Wonka.

Spit it out.

Produce your out, elegant wisdom.

There's no time.

I gotta get back.

Captain!

Wonka, come back here.

Wonka, I demand an explanation.

Captain?

On second thought,

the explanation can win.

I bet you.

Well, gentlemen,

one dead chocolatier has requested.

Miss Bon Bon?

Yes, Mr. Slugworth.

Give it a cheers, gentlemen.

My, my.

What a lot of long faces this morning.

It's almost as though you lot

had a sneaky little scheme

to try and wiggle out of your contract.

Which spectacularly, Miss Byron.

But I've got some good news for you lot,

not that you deserve it.

Your friend, Mr. Wonka,

has done a deal with Mr. Slugworth.

What?

Gave up on his dream

to settle your account.

Mr. Grunch.

You're free to go.

Scramble, Wonka.

Foul.

Fling you a fence.

Trouble's work.

You've been a terrible audience.

Good night.

Yeah, well,

you ain't been much of a comedian, mate.

I know.

Good night.

Good going.

I've got something.

You scare me.

And finally, noodle.

Biggest pile of lot.

But this isn't to pay your bill.

This is to keep you here.

What do you mean?

My friend, Mr. Slugworth,

doesn't think nasty little urchins

like you should be out on the street

blowing in the tone.

So he gave me this money

to keep you down in the washes.

Good.

And I'm only too happy to oblige.

I hate you.

Hey, hey, hey.

Look at us going all bleach of it.

Oh, bleach of it?

You don't still think he's a lord, do you?

What?

Well, you made it up,

you stupid-ass hag.

What's he saying?

Well, that's it, you horrible little brat.

You're going in the coop, my girl.

And you take them dungarees off you, you pig.

What do you want me to do?

I love you.

Hello, Noodle.

Willie, I thought you'd gone.

I did.

Slugworth promised you a better life,

but he didn't exactly keep his side for me.

So I came back.

We all did.

Hey, Noodle.

Hi, Noodle.

He wants me locked up forever.

Yeah, right through yours.

Why?

What's he got against me?

I don't know, Noodle.

Not for sure.

All I know for certain is that
you won't be safe

until Slugworth is behind bars.

And how exactly is that supposed to happen?

That it is.

You said the Cartel keep a record of
all their dirty deeds.

In the green ledger, yes.

So if we can get hold of that,

we can prove that they poison our chocolate.

Scrub it and bleach it or we go to jail

and we'll all be free.

Yes, but may I remind you,

they keep that legitimate vault.

Guarded by a corrupt cleric.

500 chocoholic monks.

That's all true.

But I went for a long cold swim this morning.

Cold water is very good for the brain.

It stimulates the neural pathways.

And after just four months,

it came to me how an ingenious orphan,

an accountant, a plumber,
a telephone exchange operator,

and a man who can speak underwater

could combine those talents

and pull off the heist of the century.

But even if we do get our hands
on that ledger,

the Cartel will simply bribe
their way out of trouble.

It's what they do.

The greedy beat the needy, Willy.

It's just the way of the world.

Right.

I guess that's why there's
one other thing to do.

What's that?

Change the world.

Where do we start?

Excuse me, sir.

Could you spare a piece of chocolate
for a starving orphan?

I'm sorry, my child.

I don't have any of me.

Oh.

And have some quiche mint.

Yes.

To Basil Pond, employee of the week.

Well, that's lovely.

Everything all right back there?

Everything's fine.

It's a bit out of here.

Tell her she might want to duck.

Tell her she might want to what?

Duck!

Good morning, brother.

Now, as you all know,

it's Baron von Schmeichel Hammer's funeral today,

and his widow is a bit of a pious type,

so I don't want to see anyone eating chocolate

during the services.

We all know that one day
we should be judged for our sins,

but it's not going to be today.

Amen.

Nice giraffe.

Run!

Everybody out!

Save yourself!

Someone has come!

This is the most unexpected form!

Run away!

What have I done to deserve this?

You know what you've done to this.

You've sold yourself for 30 pieces of chocolate.

Hello, operator.

I'll murder at your corner.

I need the zoo.

It's an emergency.

Pushing through to the escaped
animal department now.

Hello, zoo.

Quiet down, you animals.

What?

Oh, yeah, I think we did lose the giraffe.

Okay, jeez, I'll send the guys around.

Oh, forgive me.

I'm a sinner.

A wicked, wicked chocoholic!

Good morning, everyone.

Welcome to St Benedict's.

Baroness, I'm so sorry for your loss.

We're just having a few technical difficulties.

So you might want to pop the
late baron down to the minister.

Ah, the cavalry.

Are you the cleric who called
about the giraffe?

Thanks for all your hard work.

Father Julius and the chocolate
cocktail.

Oh, that's nice.

Hmm.

Here we are, Father.

Once you're out.

One, two, three, two, seven,
eight, seven, eight.

I've got the sweet tooth.

Oh, I hope to.

Wow.

She can really move.

I could have been happier
if I threw a bird away.

I'll give him a call.

No, I can't.

I won't give him a call.

Hello?

Basil?

It's Gwenny.

You were right.

What are the chances?

Those days in chemistry class
were the happiest of my life.

Sorry about this, sir.

The seafood shop spilled its load.

There's so many blasted flamingos
about these days.

Well, hurry along now, will you?

The town square was closed this
morning

after a bizarre incident at
the city cathedral,

delaying the funeral of noted philanthropist,
Baron von

Schmeichelhammer.

In nomen et partiris et filie
et spiritus sanitum.

Amen.

I'd best get that.

Hello, pulpit.

Father, everything all right, then?

Oh, yes, Mr. Slugworth.

All tickety-boo.

At least it is now.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, we had a giraffe in here earlier.

Had to clear the whole place
for about 20 minutes

when everything's back to normal.

Hello?

Count the flamingos, Donovan.

Floor it.

Yes, sir.

Anything?

Nothing.

Keep looking.

It's not in here, Willy.

The advocate said that it was here.

The advocate's been in the washout
for the past four years.

Maybe all the scrubbing
has gotten to his head.

All that's down here is just
a bunch of stupid old chocolate.

Willy, look.

You did it.

Got it.

Nolte nolte, Mr. Wonka.

You've caused us quite
a bit of trouble,

you and your action.

Yeah, but she's not just an urchin,
is she, Mr. Slugworth?

You're a family.

What?

What are you talking about, Willy?

You know that ring noodle?

The one your parents gave you?

Mr. Slugworth has been just like you.

Don't you, Mr. Slugworth?

As a matter of fact, I do.

That belonged to my brother, Zebul.

Is he my father?

Hopeless romantic is what he was.

He had a love for the common little bookworm

and died before they could marry,

leaving me sole heir to the family fortune.

Or so I thought.

But nine months later,
your mother turned up on my doorstep,

begging me to get a doctor
for the sick of the newborn.

I said I will help.

But you didn't, did you?

Oh, no.

Instead, you put me down in laundry chute.

Right, right, right.

Mr. Slugworth found me.

She saw the ring, thought it was an N,

and called me Noodle.

But it wasn't.

It was Z.

For Zebody.

Well, quite.

When your mother returned,
I told her you had died.

She was heartbroken, of course.

I gave her a handful of sovereigns

and had her escorted from my property.

What was her name?

Eh?

My mom.

What was her name?

let mee see.

No, I don't think I can remember that.

I'm sorry.

But you have to understand.

She was very poor.

What?

Sorry, Felix.

Her name was Dorothy.

Dorothy Smith.

It says so right here.

Dorothy?

Well, what do you know?

I guess you did teach me to read after all.

Well, this is all very touching.

But back to business.

We'll take that.

Thank you.

How much chocolate do you have
to factor in this difficult world?

About 80,000.

75.

I got 150.

That should be enough.

For what?

Death by chocolate.

On you go.

Uh, gentlemen.

Considering the situation,

I wondered if you'd do
a good deal on my behalf.

A what?

A good deal?

It's a sort of pointless act
of selfishness.

Yes, of course, Mr. Walker.

What would you like us to do?

I was wondering if you could
give this to someone.

Only if you haven't seen him.

Who is he?

Little Orange Man.

And?

Little Orange Man.

About eight inches high,
with orange skin and bright green hair.

I own a jar of chocolates, you see.

Well,

I think these might be the best I ever made.

But in that case, I'll make sure he gets them.

The rest of the way.

Farewell, Mr. Walker.

Thank you.

What are we gonna do, Willy?

I don't know.

I'll think of something.

Best chocolatier in the heaven.

I got it!

What is it?

Did you think of something?

Yes, I did.

If we're gonna drown in chocolate, Willy.

It'll change.

If we're gonna drown in chocolate,

then it's gonna be wonk of chocolate.

I'm not gonna drown, Willy.

Look, there's a light.

We'll let the chocolate lift us up,

we'll bang on the glass,

and pray somebody hears us.

That's a much better idea.

Ah, gentlemen.

It was a bit of a close shave this morning,

and I was wondering if perhaps

we could rethink our arrangement, or...

Just leave things as they are.

Father?

Well, Wonka might be as nutty as a fruitcake,

but he's sure you haven't had chocolate.

But do you think we should have saved some

for the little orange man?

Tell me you're joking.

Yes, yes, I am.

Sorry, when?

Because there's no such
thing as a little orange man,

young man couple.

Help!

Somebody help, please!

Please, help!

Help!

Somebody's coming!

Look!

Woman, we're saved!

I'm sorry, you...

Don't be.

You found my family.

A mom who loved me.

That's all I ever wanted.

Deep breath now?

Excuse me.

You mustn't let yourself get so ragged up.

It's just a bit of chocolate.

Correction.

It was actually my chocolate.

You have made a very grave error, Tesla.

To steal someone from Palumba,

we take back a thousand souls.

Who's doing all that?

They're straining Noodle.

We've been saved!

By who?

I don't know.

What about the little orange man?

What?

The little orange man!

Thank you!

The little man!

Joe!

Thank goodness you all came
as fast as they could.

Carson!

I'm sure it did.

I drew nothing to worry about you.

All under control.

A couple of thieves broke in,

but I'm afraid they met with
a little... accident.

In which they died.

That's actually rather good, Joe.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Officer, would you kindly take a look at this?

Wonka!

If he counts every single illegal
payment these men have ever made.

Thousands of them.

Abigail, don't listen to her.

She's lying.

Well, of course she is.

If she's not, sir, she's absolutely right.

It's incredible.

Oh!

Well, then, that sounds like
a case for the Chief of Police.

So you give it to me, Abigail.

I'll take it off your hands.

Save you the paperwork.

Can't do that, I'm afraid, sir.

Why's that?

Because your name is written down here.

Huh?

A lot.

Gentlemen.

You're under arrest.

Run!

come on.

Give it one second.

What's happening?

Why are we at war?

You didn't eat any of those chocolates,
did you, Mr. Snow White?

Why?

Because they're hover charts.

Delayed action.

They're extra strong.

You think you'll be clever then, Joe Wonka?

Well, there's a billion soft rings
of chocolate beneath our feet.

You'll get the best lawyers.

Brag the judge, rig the jury, if we have to.

We'll be fine.

I wish I had done that.

Hey, Noodle!

No!

What is that?

It's our chocolate!

Let me through it!

Hey, don't worry, gentlemen.

You'll come down eventually.

Probably.

I think.

But until then,

ladies and gentlemen,

Willy Wonka and friends,

I invite you to enjoy our chocolate.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So, how does it feel, Willy?

Is it as good as you remember?

Every little bit.

I wish it could last forever.

I guess it's time.

Time for what?

Do you know how many people
in this city are named D. Smith?

106.

Well, Michael, you have a friend
who works at the telephone exchange.

And she spent the entire afternoon ringing around.

Guess what?

We found her.

You found my mom?

She works in the library.

That's where she lives.

Come on, Noodle.

Come with me.

And you'll be

In a world

Of pure imagination

Reach out, touch

What was once

Just in your imagination

Don't be shy

It's all right

If you feel a little trepidation

Sometimes these things don't need

A little explanation

If you want to view paradise

Simply look at them and view it

Somebody's at home on Tuesday

All we really need

Nothing else to eat

So goes a good deed in a weary world.

I was wondering if I'd see you again.

I'm not going anywhere anymore.

Not until you've paid your debt.

Now, I know you've tried.

The law is very clear on the subject.

Until such time as the chocolate
is physically in my hand.

Thank you.

Thank you for saving my wife.

Well, I suppose that concludes our business.

I will now return to my beloved Blooper Abbey,

where the cocoa beans grow
in disappointment with small numbers

and my friends look down on them.

What?

I thought they called you lofty.

The truth is that I am Portavinch

and below average.

They call me Shorty Talus.

Well, there it is.

Good day to you, sir.

It's a shame you have to go.

I say good day.

I'm going to share
my chocolate with the world

and I'm going to need more than a shop.

I'm sure you will.

I'm going to need a factory.

Well, good luck with that.

And someone to head up the tasting department.

The tasting department?

Come with me.

Right.

Shoes, facelet, nose job,

big old ass in the country,

large and fast.

You can't tell, they've gone down.

We haven't done nothing.

What's that, poison all in the shop, kids?

Police, open up.

Quick, from the evidence.

Oh, just to get me done, Dad.

Police.

Open up.

One more for them, Dad.

Oh, there's more coming over.

Hurry.

Wow.

How can we help you, Officer?

You two are coming with me?

We haven't done nothing.

You're going away for a very long time.

One last kiss, my Lord.

I'll offer you a fee.