Wendy?
You see, it would make me seem so old to be a real father.
Peter,
what are your real feelings? Feelings?
What do you feel?
Happiness? Sadness?
Jealousy? Jealousy?
Tink! Anger?
- Anger.
Hook.
Love?
- Love? - Love.
I have never heard of it.
I think you have, Peter.
I daresay you've felt it yourself...
for something or... someone.
Never. Even the sound of it offends me.
Peter.
Why do you spoil everything? We have fun, don't we?
I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?
There is so much more. What? What else is there?
I don't know. I think it becomes clearer when you grow up.
Well, I will not grow up! You cannot make me!
I will banish you like Tinker Bell! I will not be banished!
Then go home. Go home and grow up.
And take your feelings with you! Peter!
Peter, come back! Peter!
Peter did not want Wendy to leave.
Once again, he visited Wendy's home...
to see if Mr. And Mrs. Darling had closed the window yet.
But, as before, he saw Mrs. Darling in her chair...
by the window, her eyes tired with searching the heavens.
Wendy.
We can't both have her, lady.
John! Michael!
Wendy!
The window's closed.
- George! George, help me! - What is it? Have they returned?
The window is closed. It must always be open for them.
- Always. Always.
They've not returned.
** *Avast belay the English brig *
* We took and quickly sank *
*And for a warning to the crew *
* We made them walk the plank *
* Yo ho, yo ho the frisky plank *
*He walks along it so * Welcome. Shh, shh.
* Till it goes down and you's go down *
* To tooral looral loo ** Wrote it himself.
Wendy, darling.
Muscat, miss?
I'm a little girl.
Rum, then?
No, thank you.
I'm told you ran away from home.
L... I had never thought of it that way.
I suppose I did.
How wonderful.
My parents wanted me to grow up.
Growing up is such a barbarous business,
full of inconvenience and pimples.
Things were simpler when I was younger.
And then the mess starts, the feelings come.
Pan is so lucky to be untroubled by them.
Oh, no. He cannot love.
It's part of the riddle ofhis being.
Cigar?
Oh, there, there.
Shh, shh, shh. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
It doesn't have to be this way.
Didst thou ever want to be a pirate, my hearty?
I once thought of calling myself...
Mm? Red-Handed Jill.
Oh, what a marvelous name!
That's what we'll call you if you join us.
But what would my duties be? I could not be expected to pillage.
Do you, um, by any chance, tell stories?
And they all lived happily...
ever... after.
Bravo!
Bravissimo.!
Might I have time to consider your generous offer?
Absolutely. Of course, you must.
My fellows will return you whence they found you.
None of my crew will follow you. I swear it.
My new obsession is you,
not dear Peter Pan or his whereabouts.
What would Mother think of my becoming a pirate?
Until we meet again.
What would Mother think if she became a pirate?
But the more Wendy thought ofher mother, the less she could remember.
- John. - I wasn't doing anything!
- John! - Yes?
What is your father's name?
My father's name? Peter.
Father! Yea, Peter!
Michael, who is your mother?
- Well, he got the easy one. - You are my mother, Wendy.
And isn't she just first-class?
There's a new pirate aboard the Jolly Roger.
The mermaids say she is called Red-Handed Jill.
Another adventure, boys. Come on!
Red-Handed Jill? She sounds quite fearsome!
Fearsome? She's just a storyteller.
Just a storyteller?
Red-Handed Jill may be a brave swordsman.
A girl like her?
Brave or not, I shall run her through!
Then ready yourself, Peter Pan,
for I am Red-Handed Jill.
Mother! Wendy?
'Tis true, John.
Your sister has been invited to piracy.
But, Mother, Hook is a fiend.
- And a bounder. - On the contrary,
I find Captain Hook to be a man of feeling.
Mother and Father are fighting again.
Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient.
How am I deficient?
You're just a boy.
Are you really to be a pirate, Mother?
No.
We are going home.
Home?
- Leave Neverland?
We must.
We have forgotten our parents.
We must leave at once before we...
in turn are forgotten.
I've forgotten... my parents.
We must leave.
If you wish it.
- "If you wish it"? - If you wish it!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
Don't fret, my dear. With Pan dead,
we'll both be free.
I have arranged a fairy guide to lead you back.
Peter,
we've been talking.
What if you came back with us?
Can we go, Peter?
Please, Peter, can we go? If you wish it.
Get your things.
You too, Peter.
Would they send me to school?
Yes. Then... to an office?
I suppose so.
Soon I should be a man.
- You can't catch me and make me a man. - Peter.
I want always to be a boy and have fun.
You say so, but I think it is your biggest pretend.
Oh! Ooh. Ooh-la-la!
Bye-bye!
There's no such thing as fairies.
Don't forget your medicine.
- - Surprise.
A new era begins.
Take them away.
No medicine. I don't wanna take medicine.
No.
Lest he should be taken alive,
Hook always carried upon his person a dreadful poison...
distilled when he was weeping from the red ofhis eye.
No.
A mixture of malice, jealousy and disappointment,
it was instantly fatal and without antidote.
I was not asleep!
Wendy?
Wendy? Are you there?
Tink.
You drank my medicine.
Tinker Bell?
Tink?
Why is your light going out?
Tink, why are you so cold?
Stay warm, Tink. Stay warm.
Please come back.
Please, Tink, don't leave me.
Forgive me, Tink. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Tink. Please forgive me.
Tink!
There's still room for a storyteller.
I'd rather die.
Shame. Cap'n, Cap'n. Look at the sky.
- And look at the water.
Pan must be dead.
No! No! Impossible!
Ship's company, hats off!
A moment's silence for our fallen enemy,
Peter Pan.
- We sail at dawn!
I do believe in fairies.
I do. I do.
I do believe in fairies. I do. I do.
No.! No.! No.! Help! Help!
Girlies always go first.
I do believe in fairies.
I do. I do.
I do believe in fairies!
I do! I do!
- - I do believe in fairies.
I do. I do.
I do believe in fairies.
- You what? - I do believe in fairies.
- I do believe in fairies! I do! I do! - I do believe in fairies.
I do believe in fairies!
I do believe in fairies. I do. I do.
- I do believe in fairies... - Stow that gab, or I'll run you through!
"Believe in fairies.! I do.! I do.!"
I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!
I do believe in fairies.
- I do. I do. - I do believe in fairies.
I do. I do.
I do believe in fairies. I do! I do!
- * I do believe in fairies * - I do! I do!
I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!
I do believe in fairies.! I do.! I do.!
I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!
I do believe in fairies. I do. I do.
- I do believe in fairies. - I do! I do!
- I do believe in fairies. - I do believe in fairies!
- I do believe in fairies. - I do believe in fairies.
- I do believe in fairies! - I do believe in fairies!
L...
Oh, Tink, you're alive! Oh, Tink!
You're alive! You're alive!
I do believe in fairies.! I do.! I do.!
- I do believe in fairies.! I do.! I do.! - He's alive!
Oh, help. It's Hook or me this time.
Why is he? What is he?
I'll have one last story before you die.
The story of Peter Pan.
Once upon a time... Once upon a time...
Brutes, Red-Handed Jill is gonna tell us a story.
There was a boy named Peter Pan...
who decided not to grow up.
Skip the prologue.
So he flew away to the Neverland where the pirates are.
Was one of them pirates called Noodler?
- Yes. - Captain, did you hear?
- I am in a story.
What fun he must have had.
Yes.
But he was rather lonely.
Lonely?
He needed a Wendy.
- I need a Wendy.
Very exciting. Two dead already.
Why a Wendy? He liked my stories.
What stories? Cinderella.
Snow White. Sleeping Beauty.
- Love stories?
Adventures in which good triumphs over evil.
- - They all end in a kiss.
A kiss.
He does feel.
He feels about you.
She told him stories. He taught her to fly.
- How?
You just think happy thoughts. They lift you into the air.
Alas, I have no happy thoughts. That brings you down.
- How else?
- No! - Leave her alone.!
It's fairy dust. You need fairy dust!
Michael.!
What of Pan?
Will unhappy thoughts bring him down?
He has no unhappy thoughts.
Aw.
How if his Wendy walks the plank!
Plank.! Plank.! Plank.! Plank.! Plank.! Plank.! Plank.! Plank.!
Plank! Plank! Plank! Plank! Plank! Plank! Plank! Plank!
Plank, plank, plank!
You know, I really am terribly sorry about this.
The irony. It comes for Hook...
and gets a story.
- No!
- - No!
Did you hear her hit the water?
Because I didn't.
The beast has swallowed her whole.
Hmm.
- Starboard side!
- It looks for more, Captain. - Then let's give it more.
To the plank!
- Silence, puling spawn!
I'll show you the road to dusty death.
Huh?
- Into the rigging with you!
Hunt it down! Move, you scabs!
What was that?
It's here, Captain.! Devil.! Demon.!
Accursed beast.! Your time is up.!
Hello.
So, Peter Pan.
This is all your doing.
Aye, James Hook. It's all my doing.
Proud and insolent youth,
prepare to meet thy doom.
Have at thee!
Leave him.! He's mine.
Now!
- Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh! -
Here you are. Here. I never wanted to be a pirate anyway.
I'm gonna spend the rest of my life doing good works.
I got him!
Villain! Ne'er-do-well!
Libertine.!
- It's Hook! He flies!
And he likes it!
You want to fly? Let's fly.
Not bad... for an old man.
I know what you are!
I am the best there ever was!
You're a tragedy.
Me? Tragic?
She was leaving you, Pan.
Your Wendy was leaving you.
Why should she stay?
What have you to offer? You are incomplete.
She'd rather grow up than stay with you.
Let us now take a peep into the future.
What's this I see? 'Tis the fair Wendy.
She's in her nursery. The window's shut.
I'll open it!
I'm afraid the window's barred. I'll call out her name.
She can't hear you. No!
She can't see you. Wendy!
She's forgotten all about you. Stop! Please! Stop it!
And what is this I see?
There is another in your place.
He is called... husband.
No.! Peter.!
You die alone...
and unloved.
Unloved.
Just like me.
- No! - No!
- Silence, all,
for Wendy's farewell.
Peter.
I'm sorry. I must grow up.
But... this is yours.
'Tis just a thimble.
How like a girl!
- By all means, my beauty.
Give Peter Pan your precious thimble.
This belongs to you...
and always will.
Ohh.
That was no thimble.
That was her hidden kiss.
Brace yourselves, lads.
'Tis a powerful thing.
Pan, you're pink!
Split my infinitives!
No! I have won!
Whoo-hoo!
You... are old.
But I won!
Old.
And alone!
- Alone.
- No! I won! I won!
- - Done for.
Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.
Ripping! Killing! Killing! Choking! Lawyers! Dentists!
Old! Alone! Done for!
Old.! Alone.! Done for.!
Pus!
Uh, children's blood. Puppies' blood.
- Old! Alone! Done for! Old! Alone! Done for! - Disease.! Scabs.!
Kittens dashed on spikes! No!
- Old.! Alone.! Done for.! - White death! Black death!
- Any death.! A nice cup of tea.! - Old! Alone! Done for!
Old.! Alone.! Done for.! Old.! Alone.! Old. Alone.
Done for!
Done for.
Brimstone and gall! Silence, you dogs!
Or I'll cast anchor in you.
We won! We won!
Ready to cast off? Aye. Aye, Captain.
Oh, the cleverness of you.
Mother.
Nana.
Let us break it to her gently.
Oh, Nana.
I dreamt my little ones had come back.
I dreamed they were asleep...
in their beds.
But they will never come back.
They did not understand how she could not see them.
But, you see, she saw them in their beds so often in her dreams...
that she thought this was just the dream hanging around her still.
Hello, Mother. It really is us.
Michael.
John. Wendy.
We're back.
George, come quickly!
I'm coming.! What is it?
We're back, Father. Did you miss us?
You're back.
Good. Excellent.
Well done.
Oh, my angel.
Of course I missed you.
All right, boys, follow me. Get your hands off that wallpaper.
Now, come on in. The silliest thing. These young gentlemen say that...
You're back.
Ohhh.
Mother, Father, I would like to introduce the Lost Boys.
Hello. Hats.
May I keep them?
Well, l-l...
I mean, the expense.
Think of the neighbors.
Dash the neighbors!
And dash the expense!
Welcome to the family, boys.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Will this help the expense, Father?
Anyone for a pony ride?
I'm Tootles. Tootles, darling.
- I'm Curly. - Curly, darling.
And what's your name?
Nibs. I plan the battles.
Would you like a mother, Nibs?
Yes. Oh!
What is the matter, child? I couldn't find the house.
And now everyone has a mother, except me.
Is your name Slightly?
Yes.
Then I am your mother.
How do you know?
I feel it in my bones.
Mother!
George! Mary! I have a son!
There could not have been a lovelier sight,
but there was none to see it...
except a strange boy who was staring in at the window.
Peter Pan had countless joys...
that other children can never know,
but he was looking at the onejoy...
from which he must be forever barred.
To live would be an awfully big adventure.
Peter!
You won't forget me, will you?
Me? Forget?
Will you come back?
To hear stories... about me.
But I was not to see Peter Pan again.
Now I tell his story to my children,
and they will tell it to their children...
and so it will go on.
For all children grow up...
except one.