- Would quite cover it. - No. It wouldn't.
But that might!
Stop it!
You little liar.
- You didn't believe her, either. - Apologize to Lucy.
- Say you're sorry. - All right! I'm sorry.
That's all right.
Some children just don't know when to stop pretending.
Oh, very funny.
Maybe we should go back.
But shouldn't we at least take a look around?
I think Lucy should decide.
I'd like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!
Well, then Mr. Tumnus it is.
But we can't go hiking in the snow dressed like this.
No.
But I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind us using these.
Anyway, if you think about it logically,
we're not even taking them out of the wardrobe.
- But that's a girl's coat! - I know.
...lots and lots of lovely food, and we'll have lots and lots of...
Lu?
Lucy!
Who would do something like this?
"The Faun Tumnus is hereby charged
with High Treason against Her Imperial Majesty,
Jadis, Queen of Narnia,
for comforting her enemies and fraternizing with humans.
Signed Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police.
Long Live the Queen."
All right. Now we really should go back.
But what about Mr. Tumnus?
If he was arrested just for being with a human,
- I don't think there's much we can do. - You don't understand, do you?
I'm the human.
She must have found out he helped me.
- Maybe we could call the police. - These are the police.
Don't worry, Lu. We'll think of something.
Why?
I mean, he's a criminal.
Did that bird just "psst" us?
It... It's a beaver.
Here, boy.
I ain't gonna smell it, if that's what you want.
Sorry.
Lucy Pevensie?
Yes?
That's the hankie I gave to Mr. Tum...
Tumnus. He got it to me just before they took him.
Is he all right?
Further in.
- What are you doing? - She's right.
How do we know we can trust him?
He said he knows the faun.
He's a beaver. He shouldn't be saying anything!
Everything all right?
Yes. We were just talking.
That's better left for safer quarters.
He means the trees.
Come on. We don't want to be caught out here after nightfall.
Blimey! Looks like the old girl has got the kettle on.
Nice cup o' Rosy Lee.
- It's lovely. - It's merely a trifle.
Still plenty to do. Ain't quite finished it yet.
It'll look the business when it is, though.
Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick!
If I find you've been out with Badger again, I...
Well, those aren't badgers.
Oh, I never thought I'd live to see this day.
Look at my fur. You couldn't give me ten minutes warning?
I'd have given a week if I thought it would've helped.
Oh, come inside, and we'll see if we can't get you some food,
and some civilized company.
Now, careful. Watch your step.
Excuse the mess.
Can't get Mr. Beaver to get out of his chair.
Enjoyin' the scenery, are we?
Isn't there anything we can do to help Tumnus?
They'll have taken him to the Witch's. You know what they say.
There's few that go through them gates that come out again.
Fish 'n' chips?
But there is hope, dear. Lots of hope.
Oh, yeah, there's a right bit more than hope!
Aslan is on the move.
Who's Aslan?
You cheeky little blighter.
What?
- You don't know, do you? - We haven't exactly been here long.
Well, he's only the king of the whole wood.
The top geezer. The real King of Narnia.
- He's been away for a long while. - But he's just got back!
And he's waitin' for you near the Stone Table!
- He's waiting for us? - You're bloomin' joking!
They don't even know about the prophecy!
- Well, then... - Look.
Aslan's return,
Tumnus' arrest, the secret police,
it's all happening because of you!
- You're blaming us? - No! Not blaming.
- Thanking you. - There's a prophecy.
"When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone
sits at Cair Paravel in throne,
the evil time will be over and done."
- That doesn't really rhyme. - I know it don't.
You're kinda missin' the point!
It has long been foretold
that two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve
will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia.
And you think we're the ones?
You'd better be, 'cause Aslan's already fitted out your army.
- Our army? - Mum sent us away
so we wouldn't get caught up in a war.
I think you've made a mistake.
- We're not heroes. - We're from Finchley.
Thank you for your hospitality.
- But we really have to go. - No, you can't just leave!
He's right. We have to help Mr. Tumnus.
It's out of our hands.
I'm sorry,
but it's time the four of us were getting home. Ed?
Ed?
- I'm gonna kill him. - You may not have to.
Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?
Hurry!
- Edmund! - They'll hear you!
No!
- Get off! - You're playing into her hands.
- We can't just let him go! - He's our brother!
He's the bait! The Witch wants all four of you!
- Why? - To stop the prophecy from coming true.
To kill you!
- This is all your fault. - My fault?
None of this would have happened if you had listened to me!
- You knew this would happen. - I didn't know.
Which is why we should have left while we could!
Stop it!
- This isn't going to help Edmund. - She's right.
Only Aslan can help your brother now.
Then take us to him.
Be still, stranger, or you'll never move again.
- Who are you? - I'm Edmund!
I met the Queen in the woods! She told me to come back here!
I'm a Son of Adam!
My apologies, fortunate favorite of the queen.
Or else, not so fortunate.
Right this way.
Wait here.
Like it?
Yes, Your Majesty.
I thought you might.
Tell me, Edmund...
Are your sisters deaf?
No.
And your brother, is he...
...unintelligent?
Well, I think so. But Mum says...
Then how dare you come alone?!
- I tried! - Edmund, I asked so little of you.
- They just don't listen to me! - You couldn't even do that.
I did bring them halfway.
They're at the little house at the dam with the Beavers.
Well.
I suppose you're not a total loss then, are you?
Well, I was wondering,
could I maybe have some more Turkish delight now?
Our guest is hungry.
This way for your num-nums.
Maugrim?
You know what to do.
Hurry, Mother! They're after us!
- Oh, right then. - What's she doing?
Oh, you'll be thanking me later.
It's a long journey and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry.
I'm cranky now!
Take them.
- Do you think we'll need jam? - Only if the Witch serves toast.
Hurry.
Badger and me dug this. Comes out right near his place.
You told me it led to your mum's!
Lucy!
They're in the tunnel.
- Quick! This way. - Hurry!
- Run! - Quick! Quick! Quick!
You should have brought a map!
There wasn't room next to the jam.
Come on, Lucy!
I'm so sorry, dear.
He was my best mate.
What happened here?
This is what becomes of those who cross the Witch.
You take one more step, traitor, and I'll chew you to splinters!
Relax. I'm one of the good guys.
Yeah? Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones.
An unfortunate family resemblance.
But we can argue breeding later. Right now we've got to move.
What did you have in mind?
Greetings, gents.
- Lost something, have we? - Don't patronize me!
I know where your allegiance lies.
We're looking for some humans.
Humans? Here in Narnia?
That's a valuable bit of information, don't you think?
Your reward is your life.
It's not much,
but still.
Where are the fugitives?
North. They ran north.
Smell them out.
They were helping Tumnus. The Witch got here before I did.
Are you all right?
Well, I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite.
Stop squirming! You're worse than Beaver on bath day.
Worst day of the year.
Thank you for your kindness,
but that's all the cure I have time for.
You're leaving?
It has been a pleasure, My Queen, and an honor, but time is short
and Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops.
- You've seen Aslan? - What's he like?
Like everything we've ever heard.
You'll be glad to have him by your side in the battle against the Witch.
But we're not planning on fighting any witch.
But surely, King Peter, the prophecy!
We can't go to war without you.
We just want our brother back.
If...
If you're not going to eat that...
I'd get up, but...
...but my legs.
Mr. Tumnus.
What's left of him.
- You're Lucy Pevensie's brother. - I'm Edmund.
Yes. Yes, you have the same nose.
Is your sister all right?
Is she safe?
I don't know.
My police tore that dam apart.
Your little family are nowhere to be found.
- Where did they go? - I don't know!
Then you're of no further use to me.
Wait! The beaver said something about Aslan!
Aslan?
Where?
- I... - He's a stranger here, Your Majesty.
He can't be expected to know anything.
I said... where is Aslan?
I... I don't know.
I left before they said anything.
I wanted to see you!
Guard!
Your Majesty.
Release the faun.
Do you know why you're here, faun?
Because I believe in a free Narnia.
You're here...
...because he turned you in.
For sweeties.
Take him upstairs.
And ready my sleigh.
Edmund misses his family.
Now, Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table
- just across the frozen river. - River?
The river's been frozen solid for a hundred years.
- It's so far. - It's the world, dear.
Did you expect it to be small?
Smaller.
When you're ready, Son of Adam.
Come on, humans! While we're still young.
If he tells us to hurry one more time,
I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat.
Hurry up! Come on!
- He is getting a little bossy. - No! Behind you! It's her!
- Run! Run! - Run!
Hurry!
Inside!
Dive! Dive!
Quick! Quick, quick, quick!
Maybe she's gone.
- I suppose I'll go look. - No!
You're worth nothing to Narnia dead.
Well, neither are you, Beaver.
Thanks, sweetheart.
What's that? What's?
Come out! Come out!
I hope you've all been good 'cause there's someone here to see you!
Merry Christmas, sir.
It certainly is, Lucy, since you have arrived.
Look, I've put up with a lot since I got here, but this...
- We thought you were the Witch. - Yes, yes, I'm sorry about that,
but in my defense, I have been driving one of these longer than the Witch.
I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia.
No. Not for a long time.
But the hope that you have brought, Your Majesties,
is finally starting to weaken the Witch's power.
Still, I dare say you could do with these.
Presents!
The juice of the fire-flower.
One drop will cure any injury.
And though I hope you never have to use it...
Thank you, sir,
but I think I could be brave enough.
I'm sure you could.
But battles are ugly affairs.
Susan.
Trust in this bow and it will not easily miss.
What happened to "battles are ugly affairs"?
Though you don't seem to have a problem making yourself heard,
blow on this and wherever you are,
help will come.
Thanks.
Peter.
The time to use these may be near at hand.
Thank you, sir.
These are tools, not toys.
Bear them well and wisely.
Now, I must be off.
Winter is almost over,
and things do pile up when you've been gone a hundred years.
Long live Aslan!
And Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!
- See you next year! - Goodbye!
Told you he was real.
He said winter was almost over.
You know what that means.
No more ice.
- We need to cross, now! - Don't beavers make dams?
- I'm not that fast, dear. - Come on!
Wait! Will you think about this for a minute?
- We don't have a minute. - I'm just trying to be realistic.
No, you're trying to be smart. As usual.
Wait. Maybe I should go first.
Maybe you should.
You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?
Well, you never know which meal's gonna be your last.
Especially with your cooking.
If Mum knew what we were doing...
Mum's not here.
Oh, no!
Run!
Hurry!
- No! - Peter!
Put that down, boy.
- Someone could get hurt. - Don't worry about me!
Run him through!
Leave now while you can, and your brother leaves with you.
Stop, Peter! Maybe we should listen to him!
Smart girl.
Don't listen to him! Kill him! Kill him now!
Oh, come on. This isn't your war.
All my Queen wants is for you to take your family and go.
Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword,
it doesn't make you a hero! Just drop it!
No, Peter! Narnia needs you!
Gut him while you still have a chance!
What's it gonna be, Son of Adam? I won't wait forever.
And neither will the river.
Peter!
Hold onto me!
Lovely.
What have you done?
Lucy!
Has anyone seen my coat?
Don't you worry, dear.
Your brother's got you well looked after.
And I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore.
It's so warm out.
I'll go and check the sleigh.
Your Majesty.
We found the traitor. He was rallying your enemies near the Shuddering Woods.
Nice of you to drop in.
You were so helpful to my wolves last night.
Perhaps you can help me now.
- Forgive me, Your Majesty. - Oh, don't waste time with flattery.
Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you.
Where are the humans headed?
Wait! No! Don't. The beaver said something about the Stone Table,
and that Aslan had an army there.
An army?
Thank you, Edmund.
I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty...
...before he dies. - No!
Think about whose side you're on, Edmund.
Mine...
...or theirs.
Go on ahead. Gather the faithful.
If it's a war Aslan wants...
...it's a war he shall get.