All language subtitles for The.Borrowers.S02E05.en

Try and knock his legs off.

— Hey!
— Boys!

— Stop that! What are you doing?
— He was shooting at them.

— I hate catapults.
— What's going on?

— The boy had a catapult.
— What?

— Get out of my village!
— No, no, Mr Pott.

Not George. He stopped them.
This is George May. He's a relative from India.

I'm so sorry. Well done, lad. Well done.
Have they done much damage?

I'm afraid the milkman will need repainting
and Mr Plod's lost his head.

— Try and keep calm.
— Yes.

I just stood there.

— I wanted to move...but I just couldn't.
— That's horrible.

And then, quick as anything,
this other boy just knocked up his arm.

And funny thing was, he looked just like George.

— George?
— Yes.

Mind you, it all happened so quickly
and I didn't want to hang about to be seen.

— It couldn't have been George.
— Why not? I told him we were coming here.

- Arrietty!
— I'll be careful.

- You're not going out.
— But...

Your father just missed death by inches
and we don't know that it was George.

— It must be. He knows we're here.
— Don't argue!

Sorry.

I know you want to see him.

He's been very good to us,
a good friend, has George.

We owe him a lot.

My life, for a start.

And if it was him, he'll come back.

— We haven't got a church.
— I can soon knock up a church, Mabel.

— We could have a cathedral.
— They're bigger than churches.

— A lot bigger. Much more impressive.
— With stained glass.

He hasn't got stained glass.

— He hasn't got a police station.
— No, he hasn't.

- Nor a fire station. But we have.
— It's not half the size of our Ballyhoggin.

So why do people come here rather than to us?

I don't know, Sidney.
There's no amenities here at all.

— Are you in need of one?
— No, not at the moment.

And you can't get anything to eat. We do set teas.

No balloons.

We didn't charge enough for them balloons
last year, or them windmills.

— Make it nine pence.
— A shilling.

Oh, look!

Sidney!

It's those little people. They're so lifelike.

Ours just aren't. That's what does it.

You're right. But they have to be
specially made. It's very expensive.

— Look what it cost to lay our railway.
— Wicked that was.

Pott gets people to work for nothing.
That's why his people are good.

It's different. We have to find
something different for Ballyhoggin.

— Something special.
— Special...

Excuse me. I couldn't help
overhearing what you just said.

Have you ever heard talk of...the Borrowers?

(CHURCH BELL RINGS)

— Five o'clock.
— And they're all gone.

— If that man turns up, freeze.
— Yes,

Pretend you're one of those what's—your—names.

Lavender.

Yes. What's Arrietty borrowed?

— Smells nice.
— Let's see.

— Oh,
— Yes. That's a real find.

— It'll make hammocks till I build the beds.
— I'm not sleeping in a hammock.

You've slept in a boot and a kettle.

— Good morning, Mr Pott.
— Morning.

— George asked if he could help.
— That's fine.

— Morning, Mr Pott.
— Yes, it is.

You know, I'm sure I cut tiles for this roof.

— Shall! go and look for them?
— It's strange.

— Just there, they were. Never mind.
— Mr Pott...

I'll just have to cut some more.
Still got the roof to finish.

— Mr Pott, can you keep a secret?
— Yes, I think so.

— There are some real little people here.
— Are there?

Only three, I think. Father, mother and daughter.

Nice.

— I've spoken to one of them.
— Good, That's not quite straight.

I said they'd be safe here, but I thought
you ought to know as it's your village.

I'm not sure what they are.
According to their size...

Size? A couple of coats should do it.

Perhaps fairies. I hope I haven't scared them.

I shouldn't think so.

There.

— You see, I really do want to see her again.
— Good.

It fits perfectly.

Boo!

— George! That isn't funny.
— Sorry.

— How did you get away from Firbank?
- I'm staying here.

— In Little Fordham?
— Not Little Fordham. Fordham.

— It's the same, only bigger.
— No more Mrs Driver?

— No. Mum and Dad fixed it.
— Will you be here every holiday?

— I think so.
— George, that's wonderful.

— Where are you staying?
- Arrietty!

Your mother's waiting for that water. Off you go.

Hello, George. Er... If that was you yesterday...

— Well, thank you.
— It's all right.

How's Mrs Clock?

She's very well, thank you.

— We're busy because we've just moved.
— Whereabouts are you?

So I'd better be getting back.

Oh, yes... So had I.
I'm glad you've found somewhere safe.

Safe.

With the lid down, it'll make a lovely stove.

That fits. Arrietty?

— Arrietty.
— What?

— You were miles away.
— I wish I was.

I don't know. We've got this lovely house
that could have been made for us,

lot of things to do to make it nice
and borrowings on the doorstep, so to speak,

and you sit there
wishing you were somewhere else.

— Why wouldn't you let me talk to George?
— You did talk to him.

— But not for very long.
— Long enough.

— It's just not safe.
— Safe? That's all you think about!

— Just a minute...
— There's more to life than being safe!

— It doesn't worry Spiller.
— He's different.

No, he's not! And it doesn't stop Father either.

— He took that cheese from the mousetrap.
— I knew what I was doing.

Well, maybe I do too!

Let her go.

And there's another.

Miss Menzies!

Miss Menzies!

— Miss Menzies!
— Where are you?

Down here.

— Oh. I thought you'd gone.
— No. We're staying.

— In the village?
- Can I really trust you?

Oh, yes. Absolutely. And Mr Pott.

All right, then. Vine Cottage.

That's perfect. How terribly exciting.

— What's your name?
— Arrietty.

Arrietty.

So strange. I was beginning to feel that I...

— Is there anything you need?
— No, nothing, thank you.

I haven't told my parents about you.

They'd be angry. Borrowers
aren't supposed to talk to Human Beans.

— Borrowers?
— Yes. Borrowers. Because we borrow things.

Perhaps if you tell me what you need
I could get it for you and leave it somewhere —

somewhere near Vine Cottage, perhaps —
and you could come along and borrow it.

— That would work.
— I did try to tell Mr Pott about you.

I don't think he took it in.
He wouldn't disturb you.

— You won't tell anyone else, though?
— I promise.

Well, I'd better be getting back.

I'll come here the same time tomorrow.
Goodbye, Miss Menzies.

Goodbye...Arrietty.

(FAINT BUZZING)

Oh, bother! It's in the bedroom.

Go up and open the window.

But it might come down in a minute.

— It's getting very cross.
— It's not my fault.

Clumsy thing, dropping pollen everywhere!
Why doesn't it go out the door?

— It doesn't understand doors.
— You'll have to show it.

— Go away!
— What do you mean, show it?

— If you ran out, it'd probably chase you.
— Yes, but I don't want it to.

- You're not frightened of a bee, are you?
— No.

I'm sick of this!

Will you please leave?

See what happens when you say please?

— Oh, good shot! You've won!
— Have I really?

You've absolutely slaughtered me!
And you've really never played before?

I haven't. Honest. I've always thought
croquet was a soppy game, but it's good.

— Do you want some lemonade?
— Yes, please.

— Lovely evening.
— Are you going round to Mr Pott's tomorrow?

— Thank you.
— I expect so.

There's always something to do.

— Do you want to come?
— If he wouldn't mind.

I'm sure he wouldn't.

— You like Little Fordham, don't you?
— It's great.

— You can imagine all kinds of things.
— What things?

Like people living in it.

Well, I suppose
there could be little people like that.

— There could be, couldn't there?
— Do you mean that, George?

Why shouldn't there be?

Well, why haven't we seen them?

Perhaps they keep themselves hidden.

Why?

Perhaps they aren't allowed
to talk to Human Beans.

How do they live?

They could borrow things.

George...

— What?
— You know, don't you?

So do you!

Oh, George!

(ARRIETTY) I'm sorry I said what I did.

It's always best to come out
with what's bothering you. Isn't it, Pod?

Yes.

It's just that sometimes —
only sometimes — I want to be... Well...

Like Spiller.

You're betwixt and between.

Well, it's time we all went to bed.

Don't worry about it.

— Sleep well.
— If we can in that hammock.

How did you talk me into this?
The woman's demented.

— But if they're real...
— How can they be?

My mother saw one.

Your mother saw a lot of things
when she'd been at the gin.

Seen anything?

No.

Come on.

Pod? Are you asleep?

— Yes,
— Neither am I.

I hope the fire's all right.

Ooh, hammocks!

Look.

Smoke.

They've lit a fire.
What do you say now, Mr Platter?

I don't know what to say.
I thought you were funny in the head.

— Sidney!
— Well, I did. But after that smoke...

Got your net?

— Do they bite?
— Let's get them.

I knew it! I knew it.

Mother?

— Father?
— Yes,

— Mother won't speak.
— I don't blame her.

— How are you feeling?
— Dead.

— Anything broken?
— Everything, I think.

It was all so quick. Like an earthquake.

— Where are we?
— Some sort of box.

— Where's the box?
— I can't move it. It feels like cardboard.

— (BANGING)
— Listen.

Pod...I've got one of my feelings.

So have I.

(RUSTLING)

They're untying it.
Whatever you do, don't speak.

Oh, look at their little faces!

They've got hair and hands and feet.

— What are they, Sidney?
— Borrowers, she calls them.

I call them a gold mine!

They won't eat while we're here.

Don't pick it up. You might catch something.

We'll make the front of their house glass.

Good and strong with a slot
so it can be raised for cleaning.

Nowhere for them to hide.
Can't have people asking for their money back.

I think they're ever so appealing.
With nice bright clothes...

— Yes. And we'll place the cage...
— House, Sidney.

House...in a bed of cement.
In case they start burrowing.

— How long will it take to make?
— It's got to be finished when we open.

You'll never do it, Sidney.

I once built a rabbit hutch in an afternoon.

Oh, I can do it.

We'll make a fortune, Mabel.

— Pity we've got to share it with Driver.
— She did put us onto them.

— Five days.
— Five days.

— I'd better start working.
— You better had.

Bye-bye!

(POD) We've got five days.
If we don't get out, we're done for.

Oh, Pod.

— They're going to put us in a cage!
— But we will escape, won't we?

— We must!
— That's the spirit.

Let's go and look at this food.

— This is cold rice pudding.
— I think this is mince.

What's this black thing?

— I think it's a bit of a pickled walnut.
— This is just milk.

Well, we won't starve.

They mean to look after us.
We're going to be on show.

Don't.

First thing is to eat. Once we've got
something inside us we'll feel better.

Then we're going to go over
every inch of this room.

What do you fancy?

Couldn't we cut a piece out of the bottom?

— What with?
— We'll find something.

Something to cut through a wooden door
an inch and a half thick?

— That's the net they caught us in.
— I can't bear to look at it.

— What's that?
— It's a thing they make their clothes on.

Look.

— Here's another.
— There's lots.

Pod!

I only need three to make a grapple.
Look for bits of thread.

That's her sewing machine.

Yes. That means there must be
whole reels of thread somewhere.

And scissors and all kinds of things.

Things are looking more hopeful.

— Sshh!
— (FOOTSTEPS)

Quick! They're coming!

Homily, for goodness' sake!