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. - [Mr. Beaver] You may not have to.
Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?
Hurry!
- Edmund! - Shh! They'll hear you!
No!
- [Peter] 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. - [Mr. Beaver] She's right.
Only Aslan can help your brother now.
Then take us to him.
- [Growling] - [Grunts]
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!
Hmm. My apologies, fortunate favorite of the queen.
Or else, not so fortunate.
Right this way.
Wait here.
Like it?
Uh... 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? - [Growling]
You know what to do.
[Growling]
[Howling]
[Snarling]
[Barking]
[Howling]
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.
[Snarling]
Hurry.
[Cracking]
Badger and me dug this. Comes out right near his place.
[Mrs. Beaver] You told me it led to your mum's!
Lucy!
They're in the tunnel.
- [Mr. Beaver] Quick! This way. - [Mrs. Beaver] Hurry!
- Run! - Quick! Quick! Quick!
You should have brought a map!
There wasn't room next to the jam.
- [Susan] Come on, Lucy! - [Straining]
[Grunts]
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.
[Howling]
What did you have in mind?
[Snarling]
Greetings, gents.
- Lost something, have we? - Don't patronize me!
I know where your allegiance lies.
- We're looking for some humans. - [Laughs]
Humans? Here in Narnia?
That's a valuable bit of information, don't you think?
- [Snarling] - [Gasps]
Your reward is your life.
It's not much,
but still.
Where are the fugitives?
- [Whimpering] - [Snarling]
North. They ran north.
Smell them out.
[Yelping]
[Fox] They were helping Tumnus. The Witch got here before I did.
[Groaning] Ow! Oh!
Are you all right?
Well, I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite. Ow!
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? - [Gasping] 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.
[Coughing, gagging]
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?
[Howling]
I don't know.
[Door unlocking]
My police tore that dam apart.
Your little family are nowhere to be found.
- Where did they go? - [Stammering] 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.
[Grunts]
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. - [Grunts]
Ah! Ah!
[Tumnus groaning]
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.
[Grunts]
- And ready my sleigh. - [Tumnus groaning]
Edmund misses his family.
[Door slamming]
[Mr. Beaver] 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. - [Mrs. Beaver] It's the world, dear.
Did you expect it to be small?
Smaller.
When you're ready, Son of Adam.
Yah! Yah! Yah!
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. - [Mrs. Beaver] Behind you! It's her!
- Run! Run! - Run!
[Jingling]
Hurry!
[Mr. Beaver] Inside!
Dive! Dive!
Quick! Quick, quick, quick!
[Jingling]
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.
[Whimpering]
- What's that? What's... - Shh, shh, shh.
[Footsteps]
- Come out! Come out! - [Shrieks]
I hope you've all been good 'cause there's someone here to see you!
[Chuckling]
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. 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.
- [Chuckling] - 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"?
[Chuckles]
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.
[Chuckles]
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.
[Cracking]
- We need to cross, now! - Don't beavers make dams?
- I'm not that fast, dear. - [Peter] 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.
[Howling]
[Sniffing, howling]
[Snarling]
[Groaning]
[Cracking]
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. - [Ice creaking]
[Shrieks]
If Mum knew what we were doing...
Mum's not here.
Oh, no!
Run!
[Susan] Hurry!
[Barking]
[Screaming]
[Growling]
- [Grunts] - 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!
[Chuckles] 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.
[Rumbling]
Peter!
Hold onto me!
[Girls screaming]
[Lucy shouting]
[Shivering] Lovely.
What have you done?
Lucy!
[Lucy] Has anyone seen my coat?
[Mr. Beaver] 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.
[Birds chirping]
It's so warm out.
I'll go and check the sleigh.
[Wolf] Your Majesty.
We found the traitor.
He was rallying your enemies near the Shuddering Woods.
[Yelps]
Ah. 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?
[Sighing]
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.
[Horn sounds]
[Crowd murmuring]
Why are they all staring at us?
Maybe they think you look funny.
Oi, stop your fussing. You look lovely.
We have come to see Aslan.
[Crowd murmuring]
Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam.
Welcome, Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve.
And welcome to you, Beavers. You have my thanks.
But where is the fourth?
That's why we're here, sir.
We need your help.
We had a little trouble along the way.
Our brother's been captured by the White Witch.
Captured? How could this happen?
- He betrayed them, Your Majesty. - [Crowd murmurs]
- Then he has betrayed us all! - Peace, Oreius.
I'm sure there's an explanation.
It's my fault, really.
I was too hard on him.
We all were.
Sir, he's our brother.
I know, dear one.
But that only makes the betrayal all the worse.
This may be harder than you think.
[Indistinct chatter]
That is Cair Paravel, the castle of the four thrones.
In one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King.
You doubt the prophecy?
No. That's just it.
Aslan, I'm not what you all think I am.
Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley.
Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat.
[Aslan chuckling]
Peter, there is a Deep Magic,
more powerful than any of us,
that rules over all of Narnia.
It defines right from wrong,
and governs all our destinies.
Yours... and mine.
But I couldn't even protect my own family.
You've brought them safely this far.
Not all of them.
Peter, I will do what I can to help your brother,
but I need you to consider what I ask of you.
I, too, want my family safe.
Is our little prince uncomfortable?
Does he want his pillow fluffed?
Special treatment for the special boy!
Isn't that what you wanted?
[Lucy] You look like Mum.
Mum hasn't had a dress like this since before the war.
We should bring her one back. A whole trunk full!
If we ever get back.
I'm sorry I'm like that.
We used to have fun together, didn't we?
Yes. Before you got boring.
Oh, really?
[Screaming, laughing]
- [Growls] - [Screaming]
Please don't try to run.
- We're tired. - And we prefer to kill you quickly.
[Shouting]
- [Horn sounding] - Susan!
- [Screaming] - [Snarling]
Get back!
Peter! Ah!
Come on.
We've already been through this before.
We both know you haven't got it in you.
Peter! Watch out!
- [Growling] - [Snarling]
[Roaring]
No! Stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle.
You may think you're a king,
but you're going to die...
...like a dog! - [Susan] Look out!
[Both screaming] Peter!
[Straining]
- [Yelping, barking] - After him.
He'll lead you to Edmund.
Peter.
Clean your sword.
Rise, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane,
Knight of Narnia.
- [Metal clanging] - [Indistinct chatter]
The minotaurs will take the left flanks.
We'll keep the giants in reserve and send the dwarfs in first.
- [Growling] - [Snarling]
- [Yelping] - [Hooves stomping]
Ah!
The prisoner!
[Moaning]
[Breathing heavily]
[Groans]
[Ginarrbrik] You're not going to kill me?
Not yet.
[Snorting]
We have work to do.
- [Indistinct chatter] - [Horses whinny]
[Gasps] Edmund!
What's done is done.
There is no need to speak to Edmund about what is past.
Hello.
- Are you all right? - I'm a little tired.
Get some sleep.
And Edmund...
...try not to wander off.
Narnia's not going to run out of toast, Ed.
I'm sure they'll pack something up for the journey back.
We're going home?
You are.
I promised Mum I'd keep you three safe.
But it doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help.
But they need us.
All four of us.
Lucy, it's too dangerous.
You almost drowned! Edmund was almost killed!
Which is why we have to stay.
I've seen what the White Witch can do. And I've helped her do it.
And we can't leave these people behind to suffer for it.
I suppose that's it then.
Where are you going?
To get in some practice.
[Laughing]
[Horse whinnies]
Come on, Ed! Sword point up, like Oreius showed us.
- [Edmund] En garde! - [Peter] Now block.
- [Edmund] Hey! - [Mr. Beaver] Peter! Edmund!
- [Whinnying] - Whoa, horsie!
- My name is Philip. - Oh.
[Stammers] Sorry.
The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan.
She's on her way here.
Jadis, the Queen of Narnia!
- [Male voice #1] Go away, Witch! - Empress of the Lone Islands!
[Male voice #2] You don't belong here! Go away!
[Growling]
[Crowd murmuring]
You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan.
[Crowd murmuring]
His offense was not against you.
Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?
Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch.
I was there when it was written.
Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me.
- His blood is my property. - [Swords unsheathing]
- Try and take him then. - [Grunting]
Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right...
...little King?
Aslan knows that unless I have blood, as the law demands,
all of Narnia will be overturned
and perish in fire and water.
That boy will die
- on the Stone Table... - [crowd murmuring]
...as is tradition.
You dare not refuse me.
Enough.
I shall talk with you alone.
She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam's blood.
[Cheering, applause]
How do I know your promise will be kept?
[Roaring]
[Cheering]
[Crickets chirping]
[Sighing]
[Footsteps]
- Susan! - Mm?
[Horse whinnies]