OFFICER: All right, that's it.
One, two, three.
Are you sure you're 18?
Why, do I look older?
Alberta Scrubb?
That's a typographical error. It's supposed to be Albert A. Scrubb.
Edmund...
you're supposed to be helping me with the groceries.
(MEN LAUGHING)
Better luck next time, eh, squirt?
EDMUND: Squirt!
He barely had two years on me.
I'm a king! I've fought wars and I've led armies.
Not in this world.
Yeah, instead I'm stuck here, doing battle...
with Eustace Clarence Scrubb.
If anyone so deserved a name.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Come on then.
BOY: Dear diary, it is now day 253...
since my wretched cousins Edmund and Lucy invaded our house.
Not sure how much longer I can cope living with them...
having to share my things.
If only one could treat relatives like one treats insects...
all my problems would be solved.
I could simply put them in a jar or pin them to my wall.
LUCY: I'm home. Hello!
Note to self, investigate legal ramifications...
of impaling relatives.
(DOOR CLOSES)
MAN (ON RADIO): That concludes the war news from the Western Front.
LUCY: Hello, Uncle Harold. I tried to find some carrots...
but all they had were turnips again.
Shall I start making soup?
Aunt Alberta's on her way home.
(HAROLD COUGHS)
Uncle Harold?
Father. Edmund's making faces at you.
EDMUND: Why, you little...
Father, he's gonna hit me!
LUCY: Edmund, look!
It's from Susan.
SUSAN: I do wish you were here with us.
It's been such an adventure, but nothing like our times in Narnia.
America is very exciting...
except we never see Father. He works so very hard.
I was invited...
"...to the British Consul's tea party this week by a naval officer...
who happens to be very handsome.
I think he fancies me." Hmm.
"It seems the Germans have made the crossing difficult right now.
Times are hard.
Mother hopes you both won't mind another few months in Cambridge."
Another few months?
How will we survive?
You're lucky...
at least you've got your own room. I'm stuck with mullet mouth.
Susan and Peter are the lucky ones.
Off on adventures.
Yeah, they're the eldest and we're the youngest.
We don't matter as much.
Do you think I look anything like Susan?
(SIGHS)
Lucy...
have you seen this ship before?
Yes. It's very Narnian-looking, isn't it?
EDMUND: Yeah.
Just another reminder that we're here and not there.
There once were two orphans who wasted their time
believing in Narnian nursery rhymes...
- Please let me hit him. LUCY: No!
- Don't you ever knock? - It's my house. I'll do as I please.
You're just guests.
What's so fascinating about that picture anyway?
It's hideous.
You won't see it from the other side of the door.
Edmund, it looks like the water is actually moving.
What rubbish!
See? That's what happens...
when you read all those fanciful novels and fairy tales of yours.
There once was a boy called Eustace
who read books full of facts that were useless
People who read fairy tales...
are always the sort who become a hideous burden to people like me...
who read books with real information.
"Hideous burden"?
I haven't seen you lift a finger since we've been here.
I have a mind to tell your father you stole Aunt Alberta's sweets.
EUSTACE: Liar! EDMUND: Oh, really?
Edmund, the painting.
EDMUND: I found them under your bed, and you know what?
I licked every one of them.
EUSTACE: Ugh! I'm infected with you!
What's going on here?
EDMUND: Lucy, do you think...? EUSTACE: It's some kind of trick!
Stop it or I'll tell mother.
Mother!
I'll just smash the rotten thing.
EDMUND: No, Eustace! No!
LUCY: We can't stop it!
EUSTACE: Get off me! Get off!
LUCY: Let go of it, Eustace! Put it down!
EDMUND: Get off it! LUCY: Let go!
(SCREAMS)
(GASPING)
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
Edmund!
(EDMUND GASPS)
LUCY: Edmund!
EUSTACE: What's happening?
Where are we?
LUCY: Eustace, swim!
EUSTACE: What's going on?
LUCY: Eustace, come on!
EDMUND: Come on, move!
LUCY: Keep swimming!
Edmund!
It's all right. I've got you.
Caspian!
Lucy.
LUCY: Edmund, it's Caspian!
CASPIAN: It's all right, boys. You're safe now.
EDMUND: Are we in Narnia?
CASPIAN: Yes, you're in Narnia.
EUSTACE: I don't want to go!
I want to go back to England! I'm going back to England!
Hold on.
LUCY: That was thrilling!
How in the world did you end up here?
I have no idea.
EDMUND: Caspian.
Edmund.
EDMUND: It's great to see you.
- Great to see you. - Didn't you call for us?
No. Not this time.
Well, whatever the case, I'm just glad to be here.
(EUSTACE SCREAMS)
REEPICHEEP: Now calm down, sir. EUSTACE: Get that thing off me!
Get that thing off me!
Reepicheep!
Oh. Your Majesties.
Hello, Reep. What a pleasure.
The pleasure is all mine, sir.
But first, what to do about this hysterical interloper?
(COUGHING)
That giant rat thing...
just tried to claw my face off!
I was merely trying...
to expel the water...
from your lungs, sir.
It talked! Did you see? Did anyone just hear that? It just talked!
- He always talks. - It's getting him to shut up that's the trick.
The moment there is nothing to be said, your Highness...
I promise you, I will not say it.
I don't know what kind of prank this is, but I want to wake up right now!
Perhaps we could throw him back?
(EUSTACE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Edmund!
(CRYING)
I demand to know, just where in the blazes am I?
You're on the Dawn Treader...
the finest ship in Narnia's navy.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Was it something I said?
See to him, will you?
Your Majesty.
(SIGHS)
CASPIAN: Men...
behold our castaways...
Edmund the Just and Lucy the Valliant...
high King and Queen of Narnia.
Aslan.
Look...
Susan's bow and arrows.
Lucy.
My healing cordial...
and dagger.
Oh, may I?
Of course, they're yours.
Peter's sword.
Yes.
I looked after it as promised.
Here, hold it if you wish.
No, no, it's yours.
Peter gave it to you.
I did save this for you though.
Thanks.
CASPIAN: Since you left, the Giants of the North surrendered unconditionally...
then we defeated the Calormen armies at the Great Desert.
There is peace across all of Narnia.
Peace?
In just three years.
And have you found yourself a queen in those three years?
No. Not one to compare with your sister.
EDMUND: Hang on. If there are no wars to fight...
and no one is in trouble, then why are we here?
It's a good question. I've been asking myself the same thing.
So where are we sailing to?
Before I took back the throne from my uncle...
he tried to kill my father's closest friends and most loyal supporters.
The seven lords of Telmar.
They fled to the Lone Islands.
No one has heard from them since.
EDMUND: So you think something has happened to them?
Well, if it has, it's my duty to find out.
LUCY: Well, what's east of the Lone Islands?
DRINIAN: Uncharted waters.
Things you can barely imagine.
Tales of sea serpents and worse.
Sea serpents?
CASPIAN: All right, Captain...
that's enough of your tall tales.
(CREW SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
REEPICHEEP (SINGING): Where sky and water meet
Where the waves grow ever sweet
Doubt not, you Reepicheep
To find all that you seek
There is the Utter East Doubt not...
LUCY: That's pretty. - Oh!
Thank you.
Adryad sung it to me when I was just a mouseling.
I can't divine the meaning, but I've never forgotten the words.
What do you think is past the Lone Islands, Reep?
Well, I've been told the furthest east one can sail is to the end of the world.
Aslan's country.
Do you really believe there's such a place?
Well, we have nothing, if not belief.
Do you think you could actually sail there?
Well, there is only one way of finding that out.
I can only hope I will one day earn the right to see it.
(CHUCKLES)
Your Majesty.
(CREW CHEERING)
CASPIAN: Come on.
(CREW APPLAUDING)
You've grown stronger, my friend.
Seems I have.
All right, back to work.
CREWMAN: Your Highness. EDMUND: Thank you.
Edmund...
do you think if we keep sailing...
to the end of the world...
we'll just... tip off the edge?
EDMUND: Don't worry, Lu, we're a long way from there.
I see you're still talking nonsense, the two of you.
Are you feeling better?
Yes, no thanks to you. It's lucky I have an iron constitution.
REEPICHEEP: As effervescent as ever, I see.
Find your sea legs?
Never lost them. Simply dealing with the shock of things.
Mother says I have an acute disposition, due to my intelligence.
I don't think he has a cute anything.
I'll have you all know, as soon as we find civilization...
I'm contacting the British Consul. Have you all arrested for kidnapping.
Kidnapping, is it?
That's funny.
I thought we saved your life.
You held me against my will!
In, what I must say, are the most unhygienic quarters.
It's like a zoo down there!
He's quite the complainer, isn't he?
He's just warming up.
Land ho!
DRINIAN: The Lone Islands. The port of Narrowhaven.
Strange, not a Narnian flag in sight.
But the Lone Islands have always been Narnia's.
DRINIAN: Seems suspicious.
I say we prepare a landing party.
Drinian?
Forgive me, your Majesty...
but the chain of command starts with King Caspian on this ship.
Right.
CASPIAN: We'll use longboats.
Drinian, pick some men and come ashore.
- Aye. - Tavros.
Man the longboats, furl the sail and prepare to drop anchor.
(CREW CLAMORING)
REEPICHEEP: Onward! The thrill of the unknown lies ahead.
Couldn't this have waited till the morning?
There is no honor in turning away from adventure, lad.
LUCY: Listen.
Where is everyone?
Come on, jelly legs.
I'm capable of doing it myself. Oof!
(SIGHS)
And you're certain he's related by blood?
(BELL TOLLS)
Reepicheep, stay here with Drinian's men and secure the place.
We'll head on.
If we don't come back by dawn, send a party.
Yes, your Majesty.
Yeah, looks like nobody is in. Do you think we should head back?
Do you want to come here and guard... something?
Ah, yes.
Good idea, cousin.
Very, uh... logical.
I've got it. I've got it. Don't worry.
(DOOR CREAKING)
EUSTACE: Uh, I'm ready to go when you are.
LUCY: Who are all these people?
Why have they been crossed out?
LUCY: It looks like some kind of fee.
Slave traders.
(BELL TOLLING)
(MAN YELLS)
CASPIAN: Look out!
(EUSTACE SCREAMS)
Unless you want to hear this one squeal like a girl again...
I'd say you should...
drop your weapons.
- Like a girl? - Now!
(SWORD CLATTERS)
Put it down.
Eustace.
Put them in irons.
GUARD: Come on. Come here, you.
Get your hands off me!
Let's take these two to market.
PUG: Send those two to the dungeons.
Listen to me, you insolent fool!
I am your king!
You're gonna pay for that.
Actually...
someone else is going to pay...
for all of you.
- No! Edmund! Edmund! EDMUND: Lucy!
LUCY: No! Edmund!
You all right?
Yeah.
(BANGING)
MAN: It's hopeless.
You'll never get out.
CASPIAN: Who's there?
MAN: Nobody. Just a voice...
in my head.
Lord Bern?
Perhaps once, but I'm no longer deserving of that title.
Is he one of the seven?
Your face...
You remind me of a king I once loved well.
That man was my father.
Oh, my lord.
- Please forgive me. CASPIAN: No, please.
Please.
(HORSE NEIGHS)
WOMAN: No!
MAN: Helaine!
GIRL: Mummy! WOMAN: No!
MAN: Helaine!
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
GIRL: Mummy! WOMAN: Please!
Mummy!
Get back!
GAEL: Mummy! WOMAN: Stay with Daddy!
Don't worry! I'll find you!
GAEL: Mummy!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
WOMAN: No!
CASPIAN: Where are they taking them?
Keep watching.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(SCREAMING)
CASPIAN: What happened?
BERN: It's a sacrifice.
Where did they go?
No one knows.
The mist was first seen in the east.
Reports of fishermen and sailors disappearing out at sea.
We lords made a pact...
to find the source of the mist to destroy it.
They each set sail...
but none came back.
You see, if they don't sell you to the slave traders...
you're likely to be fed to the mist.
EDMUND: We have to find Lucy...
before it's too late.
MAN 1: I bid 60. MAN 2: I bid 80.
100 for the little lady.
120.
150.
PUG: Any more bids?
Sold!
Ah!
Come on, move.
Move!
PUG: And now...
for this...
fine specimen...
who'll kick off the bidding?
Come on now...
he may not look like much but he's strong.
RYNELF: Yeah, he's strong, all right.
Smells like the rear end of a Minotaur!
That is an outrageous lie!
I won the school hygiene award two years running.
(CROWD LAUGHING)
PUG: Come on, someone make a bid!
REEPICHEEP: I'll take them off your hands.
I'll take them all off your hands!
For Narnia!
MEN: Narnia!
PUG: Guards! Guards! Move yourselves!
(YELLING)
(SCREAMS)
Thanks, Reep. I knew you'd come.
Your Highness. Ha!
EDMUND: Get the keys!
(GUARDS SCREAMING)
Keys!
Oh, you're a boat in a magical land. Can't you row yourself?
Oh, God. I hope that wasn't the British Consul.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Your Majesty. Your Majesty!
DRINIAN: Hold it!
My wife was taken just this morning.
It's all right, Drinian.
I beg you, take me with you.
WOMAN: Gael!
- I want to come. - No, Gael, stay with your aunt.
I'm a fine sailor. Been on the seas my whole life.
Of course, you must.
- Thank you. - But, Daddy!
Have I ever not come back?
Now be good.
BERN: My king.
This was given to me by your father. I hid it safely in a cave all these years.
That's an old Narnian sword.
BERN: It's from your Golden Age.
There are seven such swords, gifts from Aslan to protect Narnia.
Your father entrusted them to us.
Here, take it.
And may it protect you.
(CROWD CHEERING)
CASPIAN: Thank you, my lord.
And we shall find your lost citizens.
Edmund.
EUSTACE: Dear diary, there has been an extraordinary turn of events.
I've been abducted by my cousins...
and set adrift in uncharted waters in some ridiculous-looking boat.
What's worse is I share quarters with an obnoxious mouse thing.
And I thought bunking with my cousin was bad enough.
So far, every person I've met in this strange place...
suffers from the most florid delusions.
Chasing green mists and looking for lost lords.
I can only assume that this is...
the result of poor diet.
Or they’re all just barking mad.
Cousin Edmund is no exception.
He spends every spare second rubbing that tin sword of his...
like it's some magic lantern.
Poor fool clearly needs a hobby.
It's going to be magnificent. Do they come in a smaller size?
(CHUCKLES)
Peeving marmot!
He's even more deluded than my cousin.
(BIRD CAWS)
In England, we have mouse traps for that sort of thing.
Speaking of food, you don't know where I could get any, do you?
Uh, why are you talking to that bird?
I just naturally assumed you can...
(LAUGHING)
He's talking to birds!
He's mad as a loon, that one.
Yeah!
Shoo! Go on, get off!
(CREW CHATTERING NEARBY)
REEPICHEEP: Are you aware...
that stealing rations is a capital offense at sea?
Up here.
Oh, you.
Men have been keelhauled for less.
For what?
For treason...
and sneakiness and general nuisancery.
Look, just hand over the orange and we'll let the matter pass.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Allow me to cla...
Look, I've had quite enough of you.
Unhand the tail.
The great Aslan himself gave me this tail.
Repeat, no one touches the tail.
Period.
Exclamation mark.
Sorry.
Now, I will have the orange...
then I will have satisfaction.
Please, I'm a pacifist.
En garde!
- Watch it! - Sorry.
Trying to run away?
We're on a boat, you know.
Look, can't we just discuss this?
That was for stealing...
that was for lying...
and that was for good measure.
(REEPICHEEP LAUGHS)
That's the spirit! We have ourselves a duel.
Catch.
Now, come on.
Take your best shot.
Is that it? Come on, boy.
Focus! Focus!
Yes! Ha!
Stop flapping your wings like a drunken pelican! Poise.
Keep your blade up.
Up, up! That's it.
Now...
Ha-ha-ha! Yah!
Yoo-hoo!
Over here.
Now, lunge with your foot.
Not your left, your right.
Got it? Come on. Be nimble! Be nimble!
It's a dance, boy, a dance.
Come on now, again and again.
That's right, that's right.
Oh, no!
And that...
is that.
(GIRL SCREAMS)
(CREW LAUGHING AND APPLAUDING)
Look.
Gael?
What are you doing here?
Here.
Looks like we have an extra...
crew member.
Welcome aboard.
Your Majesty.
Call me Lucy.
Come on.
DRINIAN: Come on, look lively.
Back to work.
REEPICHEEP: Good match.
I'll make a swordsman of you yet.
Yes, well, if the playing field were a little more even...
it would've been an entirely different result.
Heh-heh-heh. Indeed.
CASPIAN: It looks uninhabited.
But if the lords followed the mist east, they would have stopped here.
Could be a trap.
EDMUND: Or it could hold some answers.
Caspian?
We'll spend the night on shore. Scour the island in the morning.
Aye, your Majesty.
(EUSTACE SNORING)
DUFFLEPUD 1 (WHISPERING): Seems they've brought a pig.
DUFFLEPUD 2 (WHISPERING): This one, it's female.
DUFFLEPUD 3 (WHISPERING): So is this one.
DUFFLEPUD 1: This one reads.
CHIEF (WHISPERING): Let's take her.
(LUCY GRUNTING)
(DUFFLEPUD CHUCKLES)
CHIEF: There is no escape.
DUFFLEPUD 1: Well put. DUFFLEPUD 2: Scary.
DUFFLEPUD 3: Yeah. - What are you?
DUFFLEPUD 3: We are terrifying invisible beasts.
CHIEF: If you could see us, you would be really intimidated.
DUFFLEPUD 1: you forgot to mention that we are very large.
- Well, what do you want? CHIEF: You.
You'll do what we ask.
DUFFLEPUD 1: She will. DUFFLEPUD 3: Very clear.
DUFFLEPUD 2: Well put. DUFFLEPUD 3: Yeah.
Or what?
CHIEF: Or death.
DUFFLEPUDS: Death? Death? Death?
Death. Death. Death.
Well, I wouldn't be much use to you dead, would I?
CHIEF: I hadn't thought of that.
DUFFLEPUD 1: No, you hadn't.
DUFFLEPUD 2: Fair point.
DUFFLEPUD 1: All right, then we'll just kill your friends.
DUFFLEPUDS: Ooh.
DUFFLEPUD 3: Good idea.
What do you want with me?
CHIEF: You will enter the house...
of The Oppressor.
What house?
CHIEF: This one.
Upstairs, you'll find The Book of Incantations.
Recite the spell that makes the unseen seen.
DUFFLEPUD 3: Well put, Chief. Well put.
DUFFLEPUD 2: Yeah.
DUFFLEPUD 1: Yeah.
DUFFLEPUD 3: Well, go on. We haven't got all day.
CHIEF: Remember what will happen to your friends.
DUFFLEPUD 1: You've been warned.
CHIEF: Yeah. Yeah.
DUFFLEPUD 2: Yeah. DUFFLEPUD 3: Right.
DUFFLEPUD 1: Right.
DUFFLEPUD 3: Yeah.
Why don't you do it yourselves?
CHIEF: We can't read.
DUFFLEPUD 1 Can't write either, as a matter of fact.
DUFFLEPUD 2: Or add.
DUFFLEPUD 3: Yeah.
Why didn't you just say so?
CHIEF: Beware The Oppressor.
DUFFLEPUD 1: He's very oppressive.
CHIEF: "What makes the unseen seen," got it?
DUFFLEPUD 1: Don't forget.
DUFFLEPUD 2: Don't forget that. DUFFLEPUD 3: Yeah.
Ed.
Ed, wake up.
Wake up, look.
(EUSTACE SNORING)
Where's Lucy?
Lucy?
Lucy!
CASPIAN: Everybody up!
DRINIAN: Get up.
Get up, I said!
This way!
DRINIAN: Move, you blackguards.
(SNORING)
"With these words your tongue must sew
For all around there to be snow"
(VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
"An infallible spell
To make you she
The beauty you've always wanted to be"
Susan, what's going...
...on?
I'm beautiful.
No, wait!
"Make me she, whom I'd agree..."
ASLAN: Lucy!
Lucy.
Aslan?
(VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
"A spell to make the unseen seen."
"Like the 'p' in psychology
The 'h' in psychiatry
Invisible ink and the truth in theology
Caspian, Lucy's dagger.
DUFFLEPUD 1: Stop right there or perish.
(ALL GRUNTING)
The spell is complete
Now all is visible"
- What sort of creatures are you? CHIEF: Big ones...
with the head of a tiger and the body of a...
DUFFLEPUD 1: Different tiger.
CHIEF: You don't want to mess with us.
Or what?
DUFFLEPUD 2: Or I'll claw you to death.
And I'll ram my tusks right through you.
And I'll gnash you with my teeth.
And I'll bite you with my fangs. Grrr!
CASPIAN: you mean squash us with your fat bellies?
Yes!
DUFFLEPUD 1: Fat bellies?
CASPIAN: Tickle us with your toes?
(CHIEF YELLS)
What have you done with my sister, you little pip-squeak?
Now, calm down.
Where is she?
DUFFLEPUD 2: You better tell him. DUFFLEPUD 3: Go on, Chief, tell him.
In the mansion.
What mansion?
EDMUND: Oh.
That mansion.
I'm really getting tired of you all leaving me behi...
DUFFLEPUD 1: It's the pig! DUFFLEPUD 3: The pig has come back.
This place just gets weirder and weirder.
DUFFLEPUD 2: Weird? DUFFLEPUD 1: Him calling us weird?
DUFFLEPUDS: The Oppressor! The Oppressor! The Oppressor!
Lucy.
Your Majesty.
Caspian and Edmund.
This is Coriakin. It's his island.
That's what he thinks.
You have wronged us, magician.
I have not wronged you.
I made you invisible for your own protection.
Protection?
DUFFLEPUD 3: That's oppressive! Oppressor!
I have not oppressed you.
But you could've, if you'd wanted to.
Be gone.
DUFFLEPUD 1: It's a spell!
What was that?
Lint.
But don't tell them.
(DUFFLEPUDS CLAMORING)
What were those things?
Dufflepuds.
Right, of course. Silly me.
What did you mean when you said you made them invisible for their own good?
It seemed the easiest way to protect them...
from the evil.
You mean the mist?
I mean what lies behind the mist.
That's quite beautiful.
(HORSES WHINNYING)
I mean, for a make-believe map of a make-believe world.
There is the source of your troubles.
Dark Island.
A place where evil lurks.
It can take any form. It can make your darkest dreams come true.
It seeks to corrupt all goodness...
to steal the light from this world.
How do we stop it?
You must break its spell.
That sword you carry, there are six others.
- Have you seen them? - Yes.
The six lords, they passed through here?
Indeed.
Where were they headed?
Where I sent them.
To break the spell...
you must follow the Blue Star...
to Ramandu's Island.
There, the seven swords must be laid at Aslan's table.
Only then can their true magical power be released.
But beware...
you are all about to be tested.
Tested?
Until you lay down the seventh sword, evil has the upper hand.
It will do everything...
in its power...
to tempt you.
Be strong.
Don't fall to temptation.
To defeat the darkness out there...
you must defeat the darkness inside yourself.
(THUNDER CRASHING)
EUSTACE: For reasons beyond my comprehension...
we've taken the advice of a senile old coot...
who doesn't possess a razor and dawdles around in a dressing gown.
So we're back in this tub and lost in a tempest. Brilliant!
DRINIAN: Hold!
Three spokes to starboard.
RHINCE: Aye-aye, sir.
CREWMAN 1: More pails here.
CREWMAN 2: Pass it down!
CREWMEN: Heave!
Fourteen days of being tossed like a pancake and not the slightest sign of land.
The only consolation is, everyone is finally...
as miserable as I am.
Except for that show-off talking rat.
He's one of those annoying glass-is-always-half-full types.
DRINIAN: So we're stuck here...
at half-rations, with food and water for two more weeks, maximum.
This is your last chance to turn back, your Majesties.
There's no guarantee we'll spot the Blue Star anytime soon.
Not in this storm.
Needle in a haystack, trying to find this Ramandu place.
We could sail right past it and off the edge of the world.
Or get eaten by a sea serpent.
I'm just saying the men are getting nervous.
These are strange seas we're sailing...
the likes of which I've never seen before.
Then perhaps, Captain, you would like to be the one to explain to Mr. Rhince...
that we're abandoning the search for his family.
I'll get back to it.
Just a word of warning.
The sea can play nasty tricks on the crew's mind.
Very nasty.
Transform my reflection
Cast into perfection Lashes, lips and complexion
Make me she
Whom I'd agree Holds more beauty over me
(BAND PLAYING "IN THE MOOD")
STEWARD: Ladies and gentlemen...
Miss Pevensie.
OFFICER: She's quite a looker. Swell.
Edmund!
You look beautiful, sister.
As always.
Peter!
Excuse me, miss, can I get a photo?
Mother's going to love this.
All her children in one picture.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Smile.
Hang on, where am I? I mean, where's Lucy?
Lucy? Who's Lucy?
Susan, what's wrong?
Come on now, miss. Nice big smile.
Edmund, I'm not sure about all this. I think I want to go back.
Go back where?
To Narnia.
What on earth is Narnia?
What's going on? Stop this!
(GASPS)
Lucy.
Aslan?
What have you done, child?
I don't know.
That was awful.
But you chose it, Lucy.
I didn't mean to choose all of that.
I just wanted to be beautiful like Susan.
That's all.
You wished yourself away, and with it much more.
Your brothers and sister wouldn’t know Narnia without you, Lucy.
You discovered it first, remember?
I'm so sorry.
You doubt your value.
Don't run from who you are.
(THUNDER CRASHING)
Aslan!
(VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
Father! Father...
WHITE WITCH: Edmund. Edmund.
Come with me. Join me.
LUCY: Edmund.
Oh, Lucy.
(THUNDER CRASHES)
I can't sleep.
Let me guess.
Bad dreams.
So either we’re all going mad...
or something is playing with our minds.
I doubt the lords stopped here, my liege.
There's no sign of anything living.
Right.
Well, once we get ashore, take your men and search for food and water.
The three of us will look for clues.
Hang on, you mean the four of us.
Come on, please don't send me back to the rat.
I heard that.
Big ears.
I heard that too.
(ALL CHUCKLING)
CREWMAN: Go on, unload it all.
CASPIAN: Look, we're not the first ones on this island.
EDMUND: The lords?
Could be.
What do you think could be down there?
EDMUND: Let's find out.
(RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)
CASPIAN: What's that?
EDMUND: I don't know.
Looks like some sort of gold statue.
Ah!
CASPIAN: He must have fallen in.
Poor man.
EDMUND: You mean, "poor lord."
The crest of Lord Restimar.
And his sword.
CASPIAN: We need it.
(VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
LUCY: Be careful.
Your sword hasn't turned to gold.
CASPIAN: Both the swords are magical.
Here.
He mustn't have known what hit him.
EDMUND: Maybe.
Or maybe he was onto something.
What are you talking about?
What are you staring at?
Whoever has access to this pool...
could be the most powerful person in the world.
Lucy, we'd be so rich.
No one could tell us what to do...
or who to live with.
You can't take anything out of Narnia, Edmund.
Says who?
I do.
I'm not your subject.
You've been waiting for this, haven't you?
To challenge me? You doubt my leadership?
You doubt yourself.
And you're a spineless sap!
Edmund.
I'm tired of playing second fiddle.
First it was Peter and now it's you!
You know I'm braver than both of you.
Why do you get Peter's sword?
I deserve a kingdom of my own. I deserve to rule!
If you think you're so brave, prove it!
Ah!
No!
Stop it!
Both of you!
Look at yourselves.
Can't you see what's happening?
This place has tempted you.
It's bewitching you.
This is exactly what Coriakin was talking about.
Let's just get out of here.
(VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
Oh, yes, follow the imaginary Blue Star to the island of Ramandoodoo.
Lay the seven steak knives at the table of a talking lion.
Ninnies!
What is that?
I must be dead.