All language subtitles for The.Borrowers.S02E06.en

— (FOOTSTEPS)
— They're coming!

Homily, for goodness' sake!

They haven't had much breakfast, Sidney.

It'll take them time to settle in.
They've had a bit of the mince.

Do you think they're asleep?

Lying dog go more like!
I should leave the milk, Mabel.

Milk. Yes.

The stairs give us plenty of warning.

They must never find us outside the box.
The more frightened we seem, the better.

— I won't have to pretend.
— Nor will I.

Join the threads together.
Not the short one. I'll need that.

And I'll carry on bending these pins.

— Don't strain yourself, Pod.
— I can manage.

Look at this.

— Floorboard's broken. We could get down.
— Where would that get us?

Above the ceiling of the room below.
Then we could make a hole in it and climb down.

— Be a bedroom.
— Empty during the day.

That's right.

It's all right. Come on!

(WHISTLING)

— What is it?
— Sidney.

— What's he doing?
— I reckon he's making our prison.

He won't work all night.

No, he won't.

Take a look.

— (MIAOWS)
— That puts paid to that plan.

— If we do get it open, where would we be?
— On the roof.

— How would we get off?
— I haven't worked that bit out yet.

It's a long throw, so stand back.

— I knew he could do it.
— So did I, really.

He's a living marvel, your father.

What can you see, Father?

Pod.

Homily, you were right.

What is the point?

We could get through the window —
the catch isn't right down.

But what good would it do us?
There's no way down and that's it.

(QUIETLY) We could build a balloon.

— We could build a balloon.
— A balloon?

— A hot air balloon.
- Arrietty!

We could. I'll show you. Come and see.

Please.

Please.

"Hot air balloons for the home constructor."

It tells you all about them, what you need.
Step by step.

People go for miles and miles in them.

Hot air rises, so if you can heat air
in a canopy, you go up with it.

— Father, let me read it to you and you'll see.
— Waste of time.

It's not! I know it's not.

Don't give in. Please, Father.
You never have before.

All right. But read it slowly
so we can take it all in.

Thank you.

"The following article sets out
the principles of hot air ballooning..."

" table of calculations will enable you
to achieve an accurate balance.

"See figs ten and 12."

Figs?

Figs.

Figs.

"Securely fixed above...the pilot's head,

"so that the skirt keeps the wind
off the flame. See fig 18."

— Yes. Got that.
— Right.

"Weight disposal and equilibrium."

— My goodness me!
— What's that?

— It's to do with balance.
— Why doesn't it say so?

It will do. That's how I know what it means.

You'll have to go through all this again.

— Oh, no, Pod! No!
— I don't mind.

I'm not saying it's possible,
but...it might be, I suppose.

She said she'd meet me on Monday
down by the stream.

— Perhaps she couldn't get away.
— No. Something's wrong. I know it is.

I won't hurt you.

You can stay in the village.

You needn't be frightened. I'll leave you alone.

I could lay something on for you.
I could lay on water and electric light.

Hello, Miss Menzies. I was just...

There's no need to explain, Mr Pott.

Really?

All right. Let's say we found
all the stuff to make the canpony...

— Canopy.
— Canopy.

And we've sewn all the bits together
using these patterns

and we've made the skirt
and we've built the gon...

— Gondola.
— Gondola.

— We could use the fruit basket.
— Yes,

Let's say we got that far,
what do we use as a burner?

You said there was a candle up there
and matches.

Yes, you're absolutely right.
I'd forgotten that. There is.

— What do we make the canopy with?
— What about that box of silk bits?

— We'll need more than that.
— Just a minute.

— What?
— I'll show you.

See? We'll strip the stuff off.
They'll never miss it.

— Of course not.
— We'll do it after supper.

we'd better get back
before Sidney and Mabel come.

Right.

— It's scrambled egg tonight.
— Good for you.

— Do you think they understand, Sidney?
— No. How could they?

— Think how small their brains are.
— Small.

Nighty night.

"Nighty night!" I'll give 'em nighty night!

Pod. Calm down.

Yes, you're right. We've only got three days.
Let's get some food and get started.

What about that green bit?

Pod! That was very close!

— No sugar?
— No.

(COCK CROWS)

— Arrietty.
— Sshh!

Supper time!

It's clear.

Oh, you have! You have!
You've finished it, Sidney.

— I had to, Mabel. It's opening day.
- Oh!

Oh, it's a treat!

Oh, Sidney!

That's it, then.

Time's up.

Well, it's now or never.

It's not going to work. I told you.

— It is! It is going to work!
— It is! It is!

Oh, Pod!

— Have they tried to escape?
— No. We kept them in the loft.

— In a cage, I hope?
— In a shoe box.

That won't hold them.

— They were still in it this morning.
— Oh, really?

I'm very pleased to hear it, I must say.

— It's getting stronger.
— Yes. Get in.

— Come on, Pod. Get in.
— Come on.

Pull on that rope to get through the window.

— Father!
— What are you talking about?

It won't take the three of us!
We're too heavy for it.

— (FOOTSTEPS)
— Listen. They're coming.

— I'll be fine here...
— Don't be so silly!

(MRS DRIVER)
I just hope that box is securely tied.

Oh! Stop!

No! No! Stop!

Stop!

You stupid idiots! You fools! I told you!

— I feel like a bird!
— I feel sick.

You're all right, Homily.
Remember, just don't look down.

— (POD) We seem to be staying up.
— Yes.

— But for how long and where to?
— Wherever the wind carries us.

Just listen to her, Pod. She doesn't care.

(POD) Hope we don't hit those trees.

We're going down.

Hold on! Hold on!

— (HOMILY) Is that supposed to happen?
— (ARRIETTY) I don't know.

— I think I know where we are.
— Oh, really!

(CHURCH BELL RINGS)

Five o'clock.

Spiller.

— Where have you been?
— Locked in an attic.

— If I'd known, I'd have rescued you.
— Thanks.

— When did you get here?
— I moored up last night.

It's all different. Tables, chairs, carpets.

Smells of Human Beans.

I reckon they done this for you.
There are proper beds.

There's a blue thing with wires in the shed. Look.

Oh, turn it off! Turn it off!

So they knew we were here.

— George must have told them.
— Yeah.

No. I told them.

I told Miss Menzies.

— Miss who?
— Menzies.

After everything we've been through.

But George knew.
He saw Father and if he hadn't...

— I know they'll leave us alone.
— But they haven't, have they!

Look at this place! Made it into a dolls' house!

Sooner or later we'll be seen
by one of those visitors.

Then word'll get out.

We'd be no better off than we were
with Sidney and Mabel.

They're not like Sidney and Mabel.
They're different. They're like George.

— Why didn't you tell me?
— I was going to.

They love us, Father. They really love us.

When I was a lad... had a beetle called Percy.

I loved him.

Kept him under a tea strainer.

I really looked after him.

Fat as butter he grew.

But he wasn't happy and I knew
he wasn't happy, so I let him go.

See?

And he sees too.

Wouldn't catch him living in a house like this.

We're going, aren't we?

Homily, we have to.

There's an old water mill
One human and plenty to eat. It's downstream.

— When are you sailing?
— Dawn.

We'll be there.

Come on. Bed.

Real stairs.

— Arrietty?
— Ina minute.

"Dear George, we are leaving Vine Cottage..."

"I can't tell you where we are going
and I hope that one day you will understand why.

"Please thank Miss Menzies and Mr Pott
for everything and give them my best wishes.

"Your friend always, Arrietty."

As I see it...life, I mean, as we live it...

come this thing or that thing,
there's always some way to manage.

That's what I reckon, anyhow.