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ALAN : Daphne?
Yes?
( BIRDS CHIRPING )
( SOLDIERS SCREAMING )
( FLIES BUZZING )
( PANTING )
( WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING )
( LAUGHTER )
Do excuse me.
Poor Blue. Are you feeling odd?
Come on. I'll let you dance with me.
Come on. You're the man.
Take the lead.
( BOTH CHUCKLE )
( GRUNTS )
Damn it. I'm sorry.
Well, I should think so too!
You laddered my stockings.
Don't mind them.
They're all just jealous
because my husband is the only one clever enough...
...not to get himself killed.
I say, do you mind if I cut in?
Oh! Ernest!
Hello, Blue.
You'll just have to find another partner, Daph.
All right.
I was at the Somme.
That was a bad show.
They were all bad shows. Where were you?
Passchendaele.
Exactly.
Milne! You're back. Rupert.
How splendid you look.
And Shepard! Punch's funniest writer and best illustrator.
Ready to put a smile back on our faces?
Oh, yes. In fact, I wrote a brilliant little farce
while I was at the front.
Did you really?
I sat there with my typewriter, glass of sherry...
...knocked it out while the whizz bangs
popped all around us.
Sometimes the gas would steam my glasses up,
you know, but apart from that...
Well, this is wonderful news.
I can't wait to read it.
( GLASS CLINKING ) ( APPLAUSE )
Milne.
Right.
Where to start?
A few years ago in Sarajevo, one Archduke was shot.
And the next thing we know,
ten million non-archdukes are shot.
And for what? What a jolly little farce.
But I know that the final curtain...
...is surely coming for archdukes
and top hats and the like...
...and for all the other fools...
...who led ordinary decent folk to the slaughter.
So, what can one say but...
...Tinketty Tonk.
Tinketty Tonk.
ALAN : We were always exhausted.
Never quite knew if we were awake or dreaming.
And the flies.
Big bloated blue bottles.
Not just the flies themselves...
...but the thought they used to be maggots.
And when they were maggots, they were eating...
That's quite enough of that.
I'm sorry, I thought you were asleep.
You know, if you don't think about a thing,
then it ceases to exist.
It's true. I read about it. It's all in Plato.
It's called philosophy.
Oh, philosophy.
Well, I hope you know you're laughing at Plato.
( ALAN LAUGHING )
( DAPHNE EXHALES )
Blue, life is full of frightful things.
The great thing is to find something
to be happy about and stick to that.
Hmm?
( DAPHNE SCREAMING )
DAPHNE : Oh, my G...
Get it out!
It's quite all right. It's all going swimmingly.
It's not all right!
Where is he? Blue!
Blue?
That's me. Perhaps I should...
She's a silly girl.
( DAPHNE CONTINUES SCREAMING )
( BABY CRYING )
Here he is, sir.
( COOS )
Perfect birth, sir.
However, Mrs. Milne was unaware of
the mechanics of the thing. Ah.
( SOBBING )
( SNIFFLES )
Daphne.
Get him out.
Daph...
I will not have him see me blubbing.
Probably best, sir.
( DOORBELL RINGING )
ALAN : Latest Milne production debuted
at 20 past 6:00 this morning...
...weighing in at a startling nine pounds.
Good heavens. ( ALL CONGRATULATING )
At least the midwife says nine pounds.
I have the distinct impression that
midwives are a little like anglers, you know?
Prone to exaggerate the size of the catch.
( LAUGHTER ) Shall I propose a toast?
A double toast!
There's to be a revival of Alan's play
Mr. Pim Passes By at the Kingsway.
( CORK POPS )
( GUESTS CHATTERING )
You all right?
Yes.
I'm the same when my motorbike backfires.
I've been thinking of moving down
to the countryside where it's peaceful and quiet.
Don't tell Daphne, for God's sake.
Up here. That's what we need to sort out.
LADY : A toast.
C. R. Milne.
ALL : C.R. Milne.
( BABY CRYING )
( CRYING CONTINUES AND INTENSIFIES )
Hello?
Oh.
Hello?
Hmm.
Uh...
Not completely sure which way up he should go.
Still alive. ( CHUCKLES )
You know, Daph, boys can be fun too, you know.
I'm a boy.
I just keep thinking.
It's such a terrible feeling.
He's a boy.
He'll grow up.
He'll put on a uniform and he'll go off to war.
And I will be waiting again like I waited for you.
Never knowing.
You listen to me.
I just fought in the War to End All Wars.
There won't be another one.
I couldn't stand to love someone
who was going away again, Blue.
Not like that.
His name is Christopher Robin,
but we generally call him Billy.
Oh. You thought he was a girl.
So did we until he was born.
Please, take a seat.
She was going to be called Rosemary
and I bought her all these delicious dresses.
I see.
Just seems a pity to waste them, don't you think?
Of course.
Well, you have had an interesting life.
Looking after the Chilean ambassador's children.
What fun!
And terrific parties, I should think.
It was very enjoyable. We traveled a lot.
Why would you want to look after him
when you've had such fun, then?
My mother is quite ill.
She'll be needing some attention from me.
So staying in one place will be useful.
Well, we're going on holiday.
Just to Italy. For a month or so.
OLIVE : Oh, very wise.
By the time you come home, I shall have your little man
settled into a nice, steady routine.
That's very reassuring.
You know, the one good thing about the war is...
...there are lots of marvelous women around like you...
...who are never going to get married
because there are no men.
So you can take on work like this.
Daphne.
Yes? But it's true, isn't it?
( DAPHNE AND ALAN LAUGHING )
OLIVE : Mummy and Daddy are going to a ball!
ALAN : Your majesty. DAPHNE : ( CHUCKLES ) My liege.
Don't they look lovely?
Goodbye!
Look, Billy, Mummy and Daddy are off again on holiday.
Ho-li-day.
Thank you.
OLIVE : It's Daddy's first night.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Nou, how can it be his first night?
Blue is about 100 years old.
OLIVE : It's the first night of his new play, silly.
Well, for all you cricket enthusiasts here in the audience...
...I'm sorry to report that rain
has stopped play at the Oval.
( AUDIENCE LAUGHS )
Here in the West End, of course,
nothing stops the play.
( AUDIENCE LAUGHS )
( FLIES BUZZING )
Um, this, this play...
I-I wrote this play...
This, this play was...
( EXPLOSIONS )
I wrote this... ( BUZZING CONTINUES )
I wrote this...
( INDISTINCT CHATTER )
The play was, um...
You're supposed to make a speech.
You're supposed to say something sweet about...
( PANTING )
( CHATTERING )
DAPHNE : You missed the most enchanting party.
ERNEST : And the play was pretty good.
DAPHNE : It's in all the papers,
if you want the details.
"The Princess Royal accompanied by
Princess Maud was in a box.
"Sir James Barrie and...
"...the elegant Mrs. Milne."
Alan, if you hadn't deserted me,
people wouldn't take the liberty
of making remarks like that.
Remarks? What remarks? "Elegant" is not a remark.
DAPHNE : "Elegant" means over 30. Everyone knows that.
ERNEST : You'll never be elegant in my eyes.
What did we fight that war for?
Why doesn't anyone talk about it?
Why does everyone act as though nothing happened?
Well, it is over.
And what am I doing about it? Nothing!
You're doing what you're good at. Writing plays.
Nothing has changed.
Don't you see? If nothing changes,
then the same thing will happen all over again.
I need to get out of London.
A nice day out would do us all the world of good.
Ernest, you must come too.
I don't think Blue is talking about a picnic.
I'm talking about leaving for good.
I'm talking about going somewhere quiet
and decent and trying to think for once.
Do something worthwhile.
Surely a West End playwright needs to be in the West End.
I've had enough of making people laugh.
I want to make them see.
Well, I think it's a perfectly horrid idea.
Daphne.
Horrid and ridiculous.
Daphne, don't you see...
For heaven's sake, don't plead.
If you're going to do it, get on with it.
( BIRDS CHIRPING )
( INDISTINCT CHATTER )
Not in the mud! Don't let them fall into the mud!
Upstairs. Now where's the desk?
Up here. Up here.
Over there. Actually...
I know you like a view when you're writing, Alan,
but might that be a distraction?
Alan?
DAPHNE : Alan?
Deeper and deeper into the dark wood they went.
Oh, they're here.
Oh, where is it? It's here somewhere.
Alan, where is it? Where's what?
Ah.
Mummy's here! Of course Mummy's here.
You're going to live here. This is your new home.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Yes. But I didn't know
they were going to live in it too.
DAPHNE : ( AS EDWARD BEAR ) Well, I say, Billy Moon,
this is an unexpected pleasure.
Have you come to see my woods?
Are they really your woods?
Oh, yes. As far as the eye can see.
Well, a bear does feel more at home
in the woods amongst the wild animals.
Are there really wild animals?
I can't continue this conversation
till we've been properly introduced.
I'm Billy Moon and you're Teddy Bear.
Edward Bear, if you don't mind.
I don't like that name.
Mummy will help us think of a new one.
You do know it was me talking, not the bear?
I was just playing, you see.
Yes. I was just joining in.
DAPHNE : Of course. Silly of me.
DAPHNE : ( AS PIGLET ) Do you have room
for one very small piglet?
Yes!
I have some very quiet friends.
They'll be no trouble.
Do you have any objection to tigers?
No. ( BOTH CHUCKLE )
Say goodnight to Teddy.
Edward. Remember?
Edward. Of course.
God bless Mummy.
God bless Daddy. God bless Nou.
Amen.
Forgotten someone.
Who?
Keep thinking.
I've made the study my priority
so that you can get back to work...
...while the rest of us unpack
and choose curtain fabrics and so on.
Your files and notebook...
I'll unpack them.
There's really no need. I can...
( CHUCKLING ) Stop.
Stop.
Look.
Me! I forgot to bless me.
God bless me. Amen.
MRS. PENN : Madam.
Thank you, Mrs. Penn.
Shh. Daddy's working.
( KNOCKING ON DOOR ) ( SHUSHING )
OLIVE : Can't get you.
( CHRISTOPHER ROBIN GRUNTS )
Over here!
( LAUGHS ) That was awfully good.
Bit higher! Come on, higher!
( OLIVE AND CHRISTOPHER ROBIN LAUGHING )
ALAN : Hello there!
Mummy said we mustn't talk to you when you're working.
This isn't that sort of work. This is proper work.
Come here.
Hold this.
Push down hard.
What is it for?
We're going to have chickens. We'll need a chicken run.
Somewhere they can move about and not be eaten by foxes.
Are there real foxes?
All sorts of wild animals here, I shouldn't wonder.
WOMAN : ( SINGING ) The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy read
( CHUCKLES )
Anytime he holds my hand
And tells me that he's mine
ALAN : Oh, Billy. Okay. All right. Right.
Go, go! You put that back.
OLIVE : Over here! ALAN : Oh! That's it.
ALAN : All right, come on! Come on!
Okay, we've got him. We've got him.
In you go. That's it.
( SIGHS )
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Wait for me!
What are you doing here?
Sorry. I just...
Nou will be wondering where you are.
Shall I go back?
No, come along.
Sorry, Father.
Sorry, Father. Sorry.
ALAN : Quickly.
I won't talk to you.
Nou says you're writing a very important book,
so I'm not to talk to you.
ALAN : You do realize you're talking now, don't you?
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Yes, but I've stopped now.
While I'm not talking,
could you think of a good name for a donkey?
ALAN : Eeyore.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Eeyore! Excellent. Thank you.
Where are you going?
Watching out for wild animals.
You said there'd be wild animals.
Well, take care.
( BUZZING )
What? What can you hear? Is it a tiger?
No.
Not here.
( BREATHES HEAVILY )
Just stay calm.
Just stand still.
Couldn't we just...
Just stand still, I said. You listen to me.
Sorry.
They'll be gone in a minute. Just stay calm.
Bees are good, aren't they?
Even though they can sting...
...they hardly ever do,
so long as you leave them to get on with things.
They just want to make honey.
Honey?
That's what Nou says, anyway.
Bees.
( BUZZING CONTINUES )
Yes.
I completely forgot about bees.
( CHUCKLES )
And honey.
I forgot about honey.
Billy, you're an entomological genius.
What's that?
It's an insect scientist.
You're the best there ever was.
Well done.
Honey.
How silly. ( SCOFFS )
Thank you, Billy Moon.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : That's all right.
DAPHNE : Well, I've chosen the material.
All you have to do is run a few up.
More smocks. Yes.
Isn't he going to look such a chicken? Where is he?
He seems to have gone for a walk with Mr. Milne.
Mr. Milne needs time and quiet to write his blasted book.
He can't have the boy trailing everywhere after him.
Oh, Billy Moon, where on Earth have you been?
We've all been so worried.
I was with Blue. Exactly.
And if you keep on like this,
you're going to get Nanny the sack.
Daph, it was good that he was there, in fact. In the end.
Nevertheless, how are you going to get
any writing done if you're doing her job for her?
I mean, really, we might well as not have a nanny if she...
Now see, you've made the boy cry.
No, she hasn't. She hasn't. You have. Leave her alone!
Billy! Don't talk to your mother like that.
I only went because of you.
You said there were wild animals
and there weren't any wild animals.
We saw squirrels.
Squirrels aren't wild animals!
And anyway, it's lucky there weren't any wild animals
because he's scared of bees!
Billy!
Just take him away, would you?
Apparently, he was expecting bears.
In Sussex?
( CHUCKLES )
I don't see what's funny about it.
The boy has ridiculous expectations...
...because you have made him ridiculous promises.
Just as you did with me.
First, I had a baby just to cheer you up.
Nearly killed me. And it didn't cheer you up.
Then we move to the countryside,
surrounded by wild animals.
The whole point was that there are no wild animals.
And the only response you have is to be facetious. Really.
Nothing is enough for you.
Daphne?
Daphne! Oh, Alan!
How lovely to see you.
Welcome to your study. Look, here's a desk.
Do you remember "desks"? What are you talking about?
You said you were bringing us here to write something.
So write something!
You are a writer who doesn't write!
I'm thinking.
Well, let's hear your great thoughts.
I'm thinking about where we go next.
London!
No, not us. England. Where does England go next?
The country is wounded, Daph.
It's lost men, yes. But it's lost more than that.
We need a sense of purpose. Don't you see?
The nations of the world,
they got together and banned slavery.
What if we did the same with war?
What if we all, all nations, got together and decided...
...that when there was a conflict,
when there was a dispute, war was no way to settle it.
War would go the way of the slave trade.
Yes, that proves my point exactly.
No, you weren't making a point.
My point is I have to go to London
to look at Whiteleys' new wallpaper collection.
ALAN : Right. Fine. DAPHNE : Yes, it is fine.
Because do you know what writing a book against war is like?
No. Tell me.
It's like writing a book against Wednesdays.
Wednesdays, Blue, are a fact of life...
...and if you don't like them, you could stay in bed but you can't stop them...
...because Wednesdays are coming
and if today isn't actually a Wednesday it soon will be.
Goodbye.
Fine. When will you be back? I'm not coming back.
You're not coming back. Fine.
I know you, Blue, you're a writer.
If you don't start writing properly soon, you'll be unbearable.
Write and I'll come back. If you don't, then I shan't.
ALAN : What about Billy? DAPHNE : What about Billy?
ALAN : You'll have to take him with you.
Boys are not interested in wallpaper.
They're not interested in being quiet either.
Perhaps if Ma'am is going to London...
...we could both come
and I could take him to the zoo?
( INDISTINCT CHATTER )
( AS EDWARD BEAR ) Christopher Robin, allow me to
introduce you to my older brother, um...
Winnie, apparently.
Winnie.
That's a girl's name.
Well, our mother would have preferred a girl.
I should think if you look like that,
you can call yourself whatever you like.
( BEAR GROWLS )
So fierce.
Edward Bear is not really going to
grow up like that, is he?
Goodness no. He's going to stay little forever.
Like my boy.
RUPERT : The thing about war is, Alan,
who wants to read about it?
ALAN : I should have thought that was obvious.
Anyone who doesn't want it to happen again.
Everyone in England seems to be cross.
Strikes. Protests. Even you seem cross.
Ugh.
Would you mind if we got back?
This path is rather wearing on the old footwear.
You didn't ask me when the book would be ready.
Get it out of your system
and then come back to your senses, will you?
Shh.
Daddy may be asleep. We are very, very late.
( POPS )
( GASPS )
Nou. Wait here.
( PANTING )
Get back. Sir.
Get back!
I'm sorry.
It's only us, sir. Get away from me!
It was just a balloon.
Just don't come near me.
Stay there.
( ALAN PANTING )
( DOOR SHUTS )
( WHISPERS ) Come on.
Quick. Quick, quick.
I'm sorry we woke you, sir.
Would you like one too?
Just a balloon. As you say. Can't be helped.
Olive? Um...
Mrs. Milne?
I'm afraid she was delayed, sir.
She said she'd telephone to you
just as soon as she had a moment.
No, Nou, don't go! Stay!
It's just for a little while. Nou!
Edward Bear will be here to keep an eye on you.
That's not even his name! Please, Nou, don't go.
You're being very unkind.
Look, you've got all these creatures.
I don't want them!
Billy! I hate them!
That's enough!
I'm walking out of this room...
...and I won't come back in again
until you have recovered all of your nice ways.
No! Don't go!
Nou!
I'm trying to write. The noise, it's...
Yes, sir. Sorry.
I'll do my best to calm him down, sir.
He's a little upset about my going away. Of course.
You're going away?
I thought Mrs. Milne had said...
Mrs. Milne is always saying things.
I don't expect them to happen.
All the same, I shall be gone for at least three nights.
Thank you.
Wait.
Your mother.
I'm so sorry. I completely forgot.
You must go. Of course you must.
I hope she gets better.
Billy is not happy about my going.
She's all the family I have, sir,
and she is very unwell.
Mrs. Penn will look after us.
Mrs. Penn is away too, sir.
I did the cooking today. Ah.
Never mind. Old soldier, you know.
See to myself.
So what do we like for breakfast?
Don't know.
You don't know what you like?
I've forgotten. Why has she gone anyway?
To buy new wallpaper and so on.
To make our house look nice.
Not Mummy. Nou.
She's gone to see her mother
who is very ill, as you well know.
You must remember her in your prayers.
What about porridge?
Yes, please.
I don't think I do like porridge after all.
You said that you liked...
I know, but I've never had it. I just like the sound.
You've had had eggs before.
Usually they're in shells.
Boiled eggs. When is she coming back?
Mummy? Nou!
She'll be back in three days.
But of course her mother is very ill,
so it could be longer than that.
I hate her! Sack her and tell her never to come back!
You ought not to hold your knife and fork like that.
Why shouldn't I?
Because...
...if someone were to fall through the ceiling...
...they'd come down right there
and be impaled on your fork...
...and then they would bleed out
all over your eggs...
...and ruin your breakfast.
Do you see?
Better.
Nou says you're writing a book to stop people going to war.
Hmm.
War is rotten.
I know. I was there.
So I think your book is a jolly good idea.
Thank you. You're the only one that does.
I'd really like if you wrote a book for me.
I'd definitely read it.
Shall we go for a walk?
Aren't you working?
It doesn't seem likely.
Come on.
A soldier shot his mother by mistake.
And that's how Winnie ended up in the zoo
with everyone staring at him.
I'm going to call my bear Winnie.
It's Winnie. Short for where he comes from. Winnipeg.
Hmm. ( BUZZING )
It's just bees.
Maybe there's a hive.
Let's stake it out.
There! Up there. In the tree. Uh-huh.
You any good at climbing?
Not bad. All right.
Well, give it a go. Only be careful.
Where there are bees, there is honey
and where there is honey, there are bears.
There are no bears in Sussex.
Then what's...
What's that?
( CHUCKLES ) Oh, no.
I think he's seen us. We'd better capture it.
Yes? Yes.
Got him!
You put him up there, didn't you?
You overestimate me
if you think I can wrestle a bear into a tree.
Stay alert. Where there's one bear,
there might be a whole flock of them.
ALAN : Good.
Mummy says they have to have names.
Well, the tiger should be called Tiger.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Tigger is better than Tiger.
ALAN : Better how?
It's more tiggerish.
Hmm.
Fair enough.
Make sure it's tight.
You take that bit. Can you get it through there?
That's what we like! I remember now.
Pie! ( CHUCKLES )
I say there seems to be
rather a lot here for just the two of us.
Yes. Mmm.
I'm missing Daph. You're missing Nou.
Shall we ask the others in?
Just this once.
( ALAN AS EEYORE BRAYING )
Some of us don't like pie, you know.
Don't like it at all.
But don't let that spoil your enjoyment.
( IN NORMAL VOICE ) Don't worry, Eeyore.
We've made special provision for you.
( AS PIGLET ) Oh!
I'm sure the pie is wonderful could one but see it!
( IN NORMAL VOICE ) Piglet, I do apologize.
( AS PIGLET ) That's quite all right.
It's not the same when you do the voices.
It's better when Mummy does them.
I see.
Now, uh...
Lord, make us able to shift the grub upon the table.
Go!
Mmm.
( FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING )
Daph?
Why on Earth are you still up?
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to go to bed or not.
It's nearly midnight.
No one put me to bed.
I brushed my teeth.
Have you said your prayers?
Have you done your writing?
Go to bed.
Just written a poem.
Will I like it?
I should hope so. It's got lots of rhymes in it.
Is it about what tiggers eat?
Why would it be about that?
Just seem like a very interesting topic.
No.
It's about a boy who tries to look after his mother
even though he's only three.
Three is very little.
But it rhymes with lots of things.
Why does she need looking after?
She goes to town without telling anyone.
She goes to town in a golden gown...
...and no one can find out where she's gone.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Never ever?
ALAN : King John puts up a notice
offering a reward if anyone can find her.
How much reward, do you think?
It needs to be a lot of money, I suppose. 40 shillings.
Forty shillings?
That's quite difficult to rhyme with though, isn't it?
Shillings?
Fillings.
What about pounds? Pounds?
Pounds. ( CHUCKLES )
Clowns.
Well, there are clowns now.
Why King John, though?
Why not King Richard? The Lionheart.
He's a terrible fellow.
Always off crusading, biffing people,
getting himself taken prisoner...
...and making the common people stump up for his ransom.
Besides, he was practically French.
King John stayed at home.
Oh. ( CHRISTOPHER ROBIN CHUCKLES )
He also took a bath every year.
That's impressive.
Good shot.
Knees bent.
( ALAN LAUGHING )
Robin Hood was on King Richard's side, though.
And Robin Hood was good.
Robin Hood was good
but he was a very poor judge of character.
Oh!
I'm Robin Hood.
Robin Hood the ace batsman gets ready to face
this ball from the demon bowler Little John.
Are you ready?
Four immediately, I think. That's gone.
Oh. ( CHRISTOPHER ROBIN GIGGLES )
How's this one for a quarterstaff?
Let's find out.
En garde!
En garde.
I'm winning.
Don't think so. Test of strength. Come on.
( BOTH GRUNTING )
( CHRISTOPHER ROBIN YELLS )
That's too hot!
I knew you were going to say that.
Put that on.
There we are. How about some ice?
One lump or two?
Three.
( LAUGHING )
Two...
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Dear God, can you hear me?
Why did you make the bath water so hot?
I nearly was boiled alive.
And can you bless Nou especially?
And bring her back.
Which one would you like?
This one.
( LAUGHING )
Ready? Yeah. Same height, please.
Go!
Mine's winning.
No. Mine's winning. Come on.
Me! I won!
Again? Yes!
This one, please.
Go!
ALAN : Sir Billy.
A swan's not really a wild animal.
Of course he is.
He could break your arm.
Well, what's his name?
He doesn't have a name. He's wild.
But I want to call him to me.
You should call him Pooh, then.
So if he ignores you,
you can pretend you were just saying, "Pooh."
Pooh!
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Who's your favorite?
I'd have to go for the little one.
Piglet. Has to be Piglet.
( ALAN LAUGHING )
What have you got?
A frog.
Careful it's not poisonous.
He's tiny, isn't he? ( CHUCKLES )
( PEN SCRATCHING )
Let's be hunters in the snow.
Excellent notion.
Come on! Don't get frostbite. And don't get lost.
I'll help you.
Oh, it's beautiful.
Wow.
Watch out. ( CHRISTOPHER ROBIN CHUCKLES )
ALAN : Look here!
Whatever made this was huge.
We should follow it.
You sure? You sure we shouldn't just run away?
Never!
All right then.
Wait!
No, we're all right.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : It's not very good
at hiding its tracks.
ALAN : Maybe it doesn't need to.
Maybe it's scarier than any other beast.
If the snow keeps falling, we'll lose the trail.
Look.
We're back where we started.
( CHUCKLES )
We've been following our own footprints, haven't we?
( BOTH CHUCKLING )
( SOLDIER YELLING )
( GRUNTING )
( CHRISTOPHER ROBIN PANTING )
Sorry, Blue.
Sorry.
I think it's about time for summer now, don't you?
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : I think Owl lives up there, you know.
Does he?
If you look ever so carefully, you can see his front door.
ALAN : Come on, then.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Where to?
ALAN : Home, I should think.
( CHRISTOPHER ROBIN CHUCKLES )
Ernest? ERNEST : Milne?
I think I've got something for us.
ERNEST : Tigger is in a cage?
He doesn't really belong here
and there's no one quite like him...
...so he gets confused and a bit scary.
A cage is a bit harsh, though.
ALAN : Fantastic cage though, eh?
Billy made it.
Blue is teaching me woodwork.
He's the best at it.
He should do woodwork instead of books.
( ERNEST CHUCKLES ) Hey! ( CHUCKLES )
There it is. Up there! That's where Owl lives.
How you gonna get it up there?
I don't know. Simple.
Blow these up.
When we have enough,
we'll float you up to the branch.
( ALL BLOWING UP BALLOONS )
One, two, three!
Oh.
I think we probably need more floaty breath.
Floaty breath. Milne, what are you gonna do about it?
Maybe if we brushed our teeth more thoroughly. Eh?
( POPS ) ( ALAN PANTING )
( BALLOON POPS ) ( GASPS )
Yes!
( ALL LAUGHING )
Is this really...
ALAN : Is he home?
This is paradise.
( KNOCKING )
Owl? Are you home?
Just get everything you can.
We'll pick and choose later.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Can I come in for tea?
ERNEST : Just do a little shading.
You see, that's better with the light, how it comes down.
What is the name of this chap?
Piglet. Piglet?
ERNEST : Now as you see, he's looking a little bit glum there.
This one is scary.
Well, it's not meant to be. It's you and Winnie Bear.
But that's not Winnie Bear,
that's Winnie, short for Winnipeg.
I've only seen him in the zoo.
Yes. Good point.
Good point.
( BOTH CHUCKLING )
The creatures in the story are toys.
They're toys but the woods are real.
And the size is wrong.
The bear should be smaller. Size of a little brother.
There.
ALAN : Yes, that's it.
Blue, are we writing a book?
I thought we were just having fun.
We are writing a book and we're having fun.
I didn't know you could do both at the same time.
You don't usually look like
you're having fun while you're writing.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : It's not your turn, Tigger.
This is more than a few poems.
Mmm. It's a little world.
Like you said, a hundred-acre paradise.
Shh.
Be very, very quiet.
ALAN : "Vespers."
This one is for Daphne.
Look, Blue. Smoke!
ALAN : Intruders!
To arms, gentlemen!
It's not intruders. It's Nou! It must be. Nou!
ALAN : Might not be. DAPHNE : Billy Moon.
Hello!
( AS EDWARD BEAR ) Oh, Mrs. Milne,
we've missed you terribly.
Life in the countryside is so limited.
( IN NORMAL VOICE ) Yes, well, I did notice that.
So I brought some friends back from the city with me to stay.
( AS KANGA ) Have you seen my little Jimmy anywhere?
Joey! Baby kangaroos are called Joey.
Not this one. His name is Roo.
I'm Kanga and this is Roo.
Where's Nanny?
I don't understand. You mean to say
it was just the two of you this whole time?
How absurd.
Are we to know where you've been?
Oh, good heavens no.
I mean, what would be the point?
The great thing is I'm back now.
( SIGHS ) Don't you think?
Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.
You see?
Yes, I think I do see.
I sent you a poem I wrote.
About the boy.
DAPHNE : Yes, I read it. It was very sweet.
Just a bit of a lark.
I sent it off to be published.
What?
Well, it made me happy.
Thought it might make lots of people happy.
Published by whom?
Vanity Fair.
They were very pleased with it.
Isn't it rather wonderful?
Well.
That is rather wonderful.
It's their biggest selling issue
for simply ages, apparently.
People are buying extra copies to give to their friends.
Perhaps I should ask Ernest back down.
ALAN : Ernest and I are putting your bear in a book.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : He'll like that.
We're putting you in it too. Will you like that?
I'm not sure. If I'm in a book,
people might think I'm not real.
Well, then it will be a surprise
when they find out you are real.
And when they find out Winnie is real?
We can't call him Winnie in the book,
because Winnie is a girl's name.
No. It's a bear's name.
It's different for bears. Nou says.
I like names with "the."
William the Conqueror,
Richard the Lionheart, Joanna the Mad.
You made her up.
I certainly did not. She was the queen of Spain.
Winnie the Bear.
Everyone knows he's a bear already.
He wasn't called Richard the King, was he?
Or Billy the Moon.
But you're not the moon.
Christopher the Robin.
I'm not a robin either.
What will you call me in the book?
Not Billy Moon because that's what we call you.
It'll be confusing.
But if I'm really in the book.
Christopher Robin, then...
...because it's your real name,
but it's not who you really are.
( SIGHS )
You all right, old man?
Those fields in France...
...they'll look like this now, won't they?
As though it never happened.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Blue...
...when I'm grown up, how old will you be?
About 100, I should think.
( CHRISTOPHER ROBIN YELLS ) Oh! ( ECHOES )
There's an echo! Come and hear.
Hello!
( ALAN CHUCKLES )
Hello!
My name is Blue!
( ECHOING )
Who are you?
I'm Billy Moon!
And I'll be back soon!
( ECHOING )
Ernest...
...look.
( BOTH CHUCKLING )
Does he need a hat?
ALAN : Certainly not.
Winnie the Pooh is a creature of bedtime.
He's either just got up or just going off.
He's reverie in bear form.
Winnie the Pooh.
That's rather...
Inexplicable? Yes.
Which is a good thing. Is it a good thing?
Yes.
Winnie the Pooh.
She's here! She's here! She's here!
Good heavens, who is it? Queen Mary?
DAPHNE : It's only been two weeks.
( CHUCKLING ) Nou!
Have you missed me?
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Yes! OLIVE : Sorry it was a bit longer than I said.
We put a door in a tree using balloons.
I was terribly sorry to hear the news about your mother.
Thank you, sir. She's gone to a better place.
I saw the "Vespers" poem.
About his prayers.
Hanging on the wall of a friend's living room.
They'd ripped it out of the magazine and framed it.
Apparently, a lot of people are doing that.
Well, that is just the beginning.
He has been terribly, brilliantly busy.
"And he helped to get the others...
"His huge big waterproof...
Who's this? STUDENTS : Tigger!
WOMAN : Thank you, Mr. Milne. Thank you very much.
I say! You're most awfully good at climbing trees.
Who are you?
Stay exactly like that. Lovely.
Like a wood spirit.
Excuse me!
Oh, Brown. Mary Brown. The Times.
Good heavens, you must be Nanny. As in "Vespers."
The nanny with the blue dressing gown.
The one that God blesses!
I'd just as soon not, if you don't mind.
Billy, come down.
If you'd like to speak to Mr. Milne,
please be so good as to telephone to him and make an appointment.
But I don't want to speak to Mr. Milne, you see.
I want to speak to Christopher Robin.
I'm afraid that won't be possible today.
Billy, let's go. Why do you call him Billy?
My proper name is Milne
but when I was small, it came out Moon.
I'm good at coming down trees too. Did you notice?
MARY BROWN : Oh, I did.
I also noticed that you have cardboard tied to your legs.
In case of dragons.
You don't know where I can get some of
that dragon-proof cardboard, do you?
That's enough, dear. It's such a bother when the dragons
set fire to my stockings. Good day to you.
Did you get it? Sorry.
DAPHNE : From The Times?
Well, that's rather good. Don't you think that's good?
OLIVE : No, ma'am.
I can't say I do. The boy is happy here and...
Sorry, ma'am.
Sorry, sir.
Yes, The Times is very good.
( TELEPHONE RINGING )
DAPHNE : Hello?
The Evening News wants to put Winnie on the front page.
Yes, that'd be fine. MAN : Are you sure?
Yes, I think so.
That's marvelous. Thank you so much.
BETTY : They're not for you, sir.
They're nearly all for Master Christopher.
I see that.
I wonder if I might ask, sir, if in future...
...you couldn't come to the post office and collect them?
Only there being so many, it's hard to keep my balance.
Of course. Oh, thank you, sir.
WOMAN : For Christopher Robin.
But I'm not really Christopher Robin.
For the animals then.
But they don't eat chocolate.
I do, though. And so does Nou.
Who is Nou? She's Nanny.
Nanny is real too?
Of course she's real.
I tried ever so hard to save some for you.
You saved three. That's very good.
Why does everyone like Winnie the Pooh so much?
He's my bear.
Why don't they get their own bears?
Well...
You see, after the war there was so much sadness...
...that hardly anyone could remember
what happiness was like.
Then Winnie the Pooh came along
and he was like a tap.
You just turned it on and happiness came out.
But I'm not Christopher Robin, really. I'm Billy Moon.
That's right.
And you don't have to share me with anybody.
Except Mummy.
Yes, but that's only a little bit.
Uh-huh.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Come on, Christopher Robin.
Give him a cuddle. He is your daddy after all.
Oh, come on, Mr. Milne. A little affection, please.
Surely he can't be expected to answer all of these.
It's a lovely day outside and I thought that we could...
Could we go to the woods?
I've got heaps of writing to do, I'm afraid.
Perhaps later.
ANNOUNCER : People of Ashdown...
...I give you Queen Elizabeth the First.
( APPLAUSE ) King Henry the Eighth.
Boudicca.
Lord Nelson.
And now, a little boy and his bear...
...who will be forever playing somewhere in our hearts.
I give you some of the most important people...
...who ever visited this magnificent forest.
( APPLAUSE CONTINUES )
ALFRED : I can assure you, Druckers Tea Rooms
do an excellent fruitcake.
OLIVE : I don't quite approve of fruitcake except at weddings.
Nou, was I good?
Oh. Ever so ever so.
Shall we all go for tea?
No, thanks.
Billy!
That was a bit rude.
NEWSCASTER : Once upon a time, a boy might want to be
Huckleberry Finn rafting down the Mississippi.
Now, he wants to be Christopher Robin
playing in the Hundred Acre Wood.
One little boy though really is Christopher Robin.
And here he is.
In England's Ashdown Forest itself,
the home of the real Winnie the Pooh.
Surely, this is the happiest young man on Earth.
And here's his mother and father.
They're here in America
to promote the latest adventures...
...of the most fashionable bear in the world.
REPORTER : Mrs. Milne, what's the first thing
you want to do in America?
Well, I should love to go to a speakeasy.
MAN : Mrs. Milne is joking, of course.
She knows that speakeasies are illegal.
Of course I know they're illegal.
That's what makes them fun.
Really?
Oh. No, thank you.
MAN : I can't believe I'm talking to the father
of the real Christopher Robin.
Well, you know, the boy in the book isn't exactly my son.
But his name is Christopher Robin
and he does like to climb trees?
Yes, that's true, but we don't...
I imagine you making up all those stories at his bedside...
That's wonderful. Excuse me, I must find my wife.
DAPHNE : Have a lovely evening.
( GASPS ) Isn't it all marvelous.
It's just like London but with more money.
I thought when people liked a book,
it was the author they sucked up to.
All anyone wants to talk about is Christopher Robin. Watch.
Hello.
I know you'll be talking to the real
Christopher Robin tomorrow...
...and I wondered if you could wish him
a happy birthday from all his American fans?
Hmm.
OLIVE : One arm.
Two.
( DRUMS BANGING ) ( GASPS )
What's that?
Downstairs and answer the door, young man.
You're master of the house.
Who is it?
Surprise.
Mummy and Daddy!
Well now, it might not be Mummy and Daddy.
( MARCHING BAND PLAYING OUTSIDE )
( CHUCKLES ) Oh, my jolly golly.
Did you like that, Christopher Robin?
Should you like them to play again?
Do I, Nou? Do I want them to play again?
I should think you do.
They're a present from Mummy and Daddy.
Happy Birthday, Billy Moon.
( MARCHING BAND PLAYING HAPPY BIRTHDAY )
We had a wonderful day.
I'm working on the tree house. It's nearly done.
So you had a Happy Birthday?
The best ever. We had sausages in the woods.
But it's been raining. Raining and raining.
Nou says we might have to build an ark.
Well, don't go messing up my toolshed.
Oh, no, I think she was making a joke.
When will you be home?
I'll be back before you can say Jack Robinson.
Jack Robinson.
I already said it and you're not back.
You know Nou is terribly bad at bowling.
And I'm afraid I'm not getting enough practice in the nets.
Sadly, we're running out of time.
Happy Birthday, Christopher Robin.
You've been listening to Mr. A.A. Milne,
author of Winnie the Pooh...
...and father of the actual Christopher Robin.
Imagine that.
MAN : ( ON RADIO ) Gentlemen, do you want
that barbershop shave from the comfort of your own home?
I don't understand.
Why was there someone else talking?
And why did he call me Christopher Robin?
He never calls me Christopher Robin.
Get your great big waterproof boots.
But it's the middle of the night.
Two, three, four, five, six.
Now. ( GASPS )
OLIVE : I think it's time Little Billy Moon
got better acquainted with Big Moon himself.
Pooh Sticks?
( OWL HOOTING )
Noises. There are nighttime noises.
That's because it's nighttime.
Don't worry.
Ready?
Yes.
Go!
A person should do the things a person loves
with the people a person loves...
...because you never know what happens next.
Hmm.
What a very agile wolf.
Do you think a giraffe would be happy
with a wolf on his back?
Oh, look who's here!
Blue!
Mummy!
Hello! How are you, old chap?
I'm good.
DAPHNE : Oh, you look such a duck!
Didn't I say he'd look a duck?
We're going to have such times, Moon.
Shall we go to the woods?
The woods will have to wait. What do you think of this?
It's very shiny.
It's been sent to take us somewhere special in London.
You're not staying?
No, we're just here to collect Billy.
Go get changed. Quick.
MAN : How do you do, Mr. Christopher Robin?
My name is Mr. Elliot
and I am the manager of this fine toy shop.
What's a manager?
Well, I suppose I make all the decisions.
I said let's have a grand competition...
...to win tea with the real Christopher Robin...
...and the real Winnie the Pooh.
No. It's not real.
It's a lie!
Excuse us.
You're the luckiest boy in the world
because you know the real Winnie the Pooh.
Most people have to make do with a pretend one.
You can make do just this once, can't you?
Are you my manager then?
Whatever gave you such a notion? I'm your mother.
( AS WINNIE THE POOH ) I have an idea.
Why don't we do something ever so ever so now?
Don't do Winnie's voice when it's not Winnie.
It's nothing like Winnie. It's not even real.
( CROWD CLAMORING )
Why is he called Winnie the Pooh?
Well, there was a swan
and I wanted to call it, and Blue...
I mean, A.A. Milne.
I mean, Daddy said if you call it Pooh and it doesn't come...
...you can just pretend you were saying "pooh."
( ALL LAUGHING )
GIRL : So it's not a real name?
My bear has a different name in real life.
And I've got a different name in real life.
And there's no good asking because we shan't tell.
They're our names and we're keeping them.
OLIVE : This one is from Samoa.
Is there anywhere in the world
where they haven't heard of Winnie the Pooh?
OLIVE : Perhaps the Highveld.
Can I go to the Highveld?
( SIGHS )
Don't you just look perfect.
Ah, Nanny.
A quick word.
I thought you might wear this.
It has panache, don't you think?
Like the one the Nanny wears in Mr. Milne's poem.
Yes, exactly.
We don't want people to be disappointed
because you don't look the way you do in the book.
I'm not in the book, ma'am.
The nanny in the book is called Alice.
Only because it rhymes with palace.
Unlike "Nanny" which rhymes with nothing polite.
Are people going to look at us, Nou?
Like they look at Winnie the Bear in the zoo?
No, Moon, I don't think they are...
...because we are going to go in disguise.
Thank you very much for this interesting conversation.
MAN : Thank you, Master Christopher.
Goodbye.
Well done. That's the last interview for today.
Read me a story.
I just read you your story.
And we said prayers, so...
...goodnight.
Where are you going? You look different.
Why do you look different?
Give me a cuddle.
We've already had a perfectly lovely cuddle.
Now it's my night off.
The laborer has earned her rest.
Goodnight.
( DOOR SHUTS )
( FRONT DOOR SHUTS )
ALFRED : Good evening.
OLIVE : Good evening to you!
So where are you taking me?
ALFRED : I thought we'd go to an Italian place.
( SNIFFLES AND CRIES )
Thank you God for another bright day,
and now it's time to get up.
I'm not getting up. I'm not going to school.
Oh, now. Come along.
Where's my brave knight
who fights dragons and climbs trees?
There are no dragons. There are no trees.
Nobody loves me! You don't love me!
That's simply not true. You know I love you.
( PANTING ) You love Alfred!
I love you both.
Don't marry him, Nou. Marry me!
Please marry me.
Now, let's get dressed.
Come along.
Quicker, come on!
DAPHNE : Well, are you going to tell us?
Olive is getting married.
She didn't inform me. Billy did.
I don't think Billy needs to hear this.
Why not? You've betrayed him as much as you've betrayed us.
Billy, go to your room, dear.
DAPHNE : When is the happy event, by the way?
There's no date set as yet, ma'am.
But there is a gentleman? There is an understanding.
( EXHALES )
There's a gentleman,
but no understanding as such as yet.
I see.
Well, may we be the first to congratulate you.
Yes.
What's his name?
Alfred.
He's a good man. I never imagined...
Now we know why Billy has been so unhappy.
It seems the person we've been paying
to keep him happy...
...has been rather preoccupied with her own happiness.
Daphne. I feel it's time we start doing
what's best for Billy Moon.
I couldn't agree more, ma'am.
Because if I could speak frankly, sir...
You most certainly may not.
That would be highly unprofessional.
Then I'll retire from my profession
with immediate notice.
I'm sure that won't be necessary.
Sir, I don't think you've been doing what's right for Billy.
Not at all.
You've been touting him around
like a show pony, hawking your books.
Now, just a minute.
He has to be allowed to grow up.
He has to know he's important to someone.
That someone cares about him.
DAPHNE : Cares?
I gave birth to him. He nearly killed me.
With respect, ma'am, a cow can give birth.
I think you know all this, sir, but you let it go.
And that's not right.
A father should stand up for his son.
That's quite enough. I think I've seen you catch his eye...
...and turn away.
You can't turn away anymore.
Still awake?
Want a story?
Yes.
Once upon a time, there was a nanny...
...who looked after a little boy.
A very special little boy.
She loved him so much...
...that she carried him in her heart...
...and in her prayers.
And she hoped and prayed...
...and prayed and hoped that he would always remember...
...me.
Be happy, Billy Moon.
Keep your memories and I'll keep mine.
And that way we'll always be together.
ALAN : Olive.
His appointments for the week.
You're going to be quite busy.
( DOOR SHUTS )
Nou?!
Nou?
( PANTING )
DAPHNE : Don't blub, Billy.
You know we don't blub in this house.
( SOBBING )
Nou!
ALAN : Have you seen this?
Radio interview.
Newspaper interview, House of Lords
to meet the Lords and Ladies, photograph.
He can't do all this.
He can. He's rather good at it, apparently.
He's a little boy.
How have we let this happen?
He should be running around in the woods.
ALAN : What's your favorite, favorite animal
in the whole wide zoo?
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Wildebeest.
You astound me. Why wildebeest?
Because they live on the Highveld.
And that's where I'd like to live.
Mr. Milne, so good to see you.
And Christopher Robin
is such a good friend of the zoo.
We've had an idea.
It really will be a superb picture.
Quite safe. So long as you don't make
any sudden moves, young man.
So good for the zoo.
Is it good for Billy?
It's all right, Blue.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Smile, Christopher Robin.
That's enough, I think.
Bring him out.
Could we go for ice cream now?
I normally get ice cream after a photograph.
( INDISTINCT CHATTERING )
WOMAN : Excuse me, are you...
No. No, he's not.
Yes, he is. He was.
He's not anymore.
I don't understand.
Excuse us, please.
Come on, Billy.
ALAN : Come in, Billy. Close the door.
I've made a decision and I'd like you to be the first to know.
I'm not going to write about Christopher Robin again.
Or Winnie the Pooh, or Tigger, or any of them.
Not another word.
Does this mean
Winnie the Pooh will be just us again?
Winnie the Pooh is in the world now.
I can't take him out of it.
But I promise I'll never write another line about him.
And you will never have to dress up
as Christopher Robin...
...or hold a fake teddy bear
or have your photograph taken for the papers...
...or have tea with Lords and Ladies ever again.
And the day will come, it won't be long...
...when everyone will have forgotten all about Winnie.
There's sure to be some other craze along any minute.
We won't forget him, though? Us?
Not likely.
You don't even have to stay in London, come to think of it.
ALAN : Plenty of trees to climb out here.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : It's a castle.
ALAN : And no Christopher Robin...
...and no Winnie the Pooh.
It's very good of you to let us fetch up
in the middle of term like this.
No explanation required.
First things first. How's your cricket?
Ah. I'm not sure.
I've only really played with Blue. I like woodwork.
( KNOCK ON DOOR ) Come!
Ah.
Let me introduce you to Douglas Minor.
This is Milne. Douglas Minor will keep
an eye on you until you've settled in.
Hello.
That's really kind of you, Douglas Minor.
( SCHOOL BELL RINGING )
DOUGLAS : This is him. Looks like a girl, doesn't he?
"Christopher Robin", if we offer to throttle you,
will you say your prayers?
Leave me alone. Shut up.
( SINGSONG ) Nobody cares, nobody cares
Christopher Robin got shoved down the stairs
Nobody cares, nobody cares
Christopher Robin got shoved down the stairs
Nobody cares, nobody cares
Christopher Robin got shoved down the stairs
DOUGLAS : Watch out, Christopher Robin.
( BOYS LAUGHING )
MILITARY MEDIC : Over there.
Next.
Name?
BOY : Owen, Alexander.
MILITARY MEDIC : Strip, cough, over there.
Next.
Name?
Milne. Christopher.
Strip, cough. Over there.
Next!
MAN : Strip there.
( INDISTINCT CHATTER )
Look rather splendid, don't they?
I was in the last war.
The War to End All Wars.
Yes. Well, that didn't work, it seems.
( SIGHS )
Thank God.
Rotten luck.
I'm sure you'll find another way to do your bid.
Oh, what nonsense. Blue.
Let's all go home, shall we?
DAPHNE : Alan!
ALAN : Town council's orders.
Take down all road signs to confuse potential invaders.
Hitler won't be able to ransack Uckfield
if he can't find it.
All right. There we are.
ALAN : Excellent. Winnie does his bit.
He always hated the fascists, you know.
Do stop talking about that blasted bear.
I want to join up, Blue.
I want the chance to be Private Milne.
607841 or whatever.
Anonymous.
A real person.
You failed the medical.
You can get me in.
No.
You're one of the best loved men in the country.
I helped you become that.
Now it's your turn to help me.
DAPHNE : I don't see what good this is going to do
when the Nazis come.
The Nazis are not coming to Cotchford.
They might drop a bomb on it accidentally.
Well, let's hope you're right.
And let's hope you're ready to defend my honor
when they lay siege to East Grinstead.
Yes.
Well, I think it's time for me to pot my geraniums.
( DOOR SHUTS )
( DAPHNE CRYING )
Daph not coming?
She couldn't. She...
Can't stand to see me in my uniform.
Yes.
I wanted to talk to you about something.
Me first. They say you should get everything
straight before you go away, in case.
You're going to get through this.
That bear made my life a misery.
I know it was difficult.
Basic training was the same as school.
No matter what I do,
someone finds out and then... hell.
As soon as I understood, I stopped writing it.
What else could I do?
Nothing.
I just want to be clear before...
Right. Well.
When I w...
When I was Billy Moon...
...we played in the woods...
...and then you wrote that book and it all stopped.
As if it had all been a piece of research.
You never came back.
That's not true.
We played cricket, didn't we?
Lots of cricket.
I was rubbish at it. You were mostly cross.
No.
What about the time you bowled out their captain for a duck?
That was the one time. They gave me the ball.
Here. It's for you.
Oh.
Those days, just the two of us...
...they were the happiest I've ever known.
After the worst I've ever known.
Yes. I know. But you sold them.
You know, you did ask me to write a book for you.
A book for me, not about me.
( TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING )
Wait!
Don't go.
No, don't. Please, Blue, don't! Not yet.
Please.
Until you open it, it hasn't happened.
DAPHNE : Don't you dare blub.
He didn't have to go. You fixed it for him.
How could you do that?
What kind of father would do that?!
ALAN : About the money.
The money we earn from "that bear".
There's mountains of it. I was thinking...
I don't want any of it. Ever.
It's a fortune. You helped make it.
It was just as much your doing as mine.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : No, it wasn't.
I was just playing with my father.
If I take the money for it,
then I have to be Christopher Robin...
...and I'm not Christopher Robin.
ALAN : You're Billy Moon.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : No.
I'm Private Milne. Never been happier.
You know, I never wanted fame
or the brass band on my birthday.
ALAN : What did you want?
I wanted you, Blue.
( PANTING )
( CRYING )
Mr. Milne.
Alfred. Good to see you, sir. Come in.
I brought it here for her. She thought you wouldn't mind.
I'll get her.
Olive!
OLIVE : Mr. Milne!
How lovely to see you.
( CRYING )
Oh, dear God.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
So sorry, sir.
He's not even mine. He's yours.
( BREATHES DEEPLY )
Hello, Blue.
Well, if it isn't Billy Moon.
Kettle on?
They told us you were dead.
Did they?
Missing presumed...
I'm afraid we rather jumped to conclusions.
Mother not too worried, I hope.
( CHUCKLES )
( GASPING )
Billy Moon.
( GASPING )
How very...
...unexpected.
I mean to say...
...are you really here?
I believe so.
( CHUCKLES )
For heaven's sake, Blue, take his bag.
He must be exhausted.
All that fighting.
Straight away.
( BREATHES DEEPLY )
OLIVE : Hello.
( LAUGHS )
( OLIVE SIGHS )
( BOTH CHUCKLING )
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : There it all is.
Just as I left it. As if nothing had happened.
ALAN : When I came back, everything seemed wrong.
I didn't fit anywhere.
Until I came here.
Those days with you...
...I wanted to keep them all.
Put them in a box.
The things that I said before I left...
They were all true.
You're here.
That's all that matters.
In the desert, we were under fire...
...and one of the men started singing
one of the hums of Pooh.
He changed the words a bit, but...
( LOW CHUCKLE )
You know.
And I thought, "How on Earth do you know that song?"
And then I remembered...
...everyone on Earth knows that song.
Everyone on Earth knows that song.
But I knew it first.
It was mine before it was anyone else's.
Then I gave it away.
When they were singing, they were remembering.
It was like a magic charm...
...it took them home to a fireside and a storybook.
You did that.
( INHALES ) Thank you.
I'm sorry you paid the price for it.
If I'd known, perhaps I...
What? Not written it? No.
You reminded people what happiness was...
...what childhood could be
when everything else was broken.
But your own childhood.
Was wonderful.
It was growing up that was hard.
( SMACKS LIPS )
Who would have guessed that bear would swallow us up?
Exactly.
This was all ours, wasn't it?
Before it was anyone else's.
Yes.
And it always will be.
Come on, then.
Where?
Home, I should think.
( CHUCKLES )
Blue, when I'm grown up, how old will you be?
About a hundred.
There's an echo. Listen.
I'm Billy Moon! ( ECHOING )
And I'll be back soon!
( ALAN LAUGHING )
There's not actually an echo, though, is there?
I don't think there isn't.
I think it was better up there.
ALAN : Maybe if it's more percussive.
Maybe if it's more... Ooh, there you go!
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : Like a train going off track.
ALAN : Yes. We've lost him.
Boo! ( ECHOES ) Ah, there it is.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN : That was quite good.
( BOTH LAUGHING )
People are getting... There's something wrong.
( CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY )
MAN : ( SINGING ) You always stir my imagination
Sometimes it borders on fantasy
And sometimes I find visions flash
Through my mind close to reality
Night, a soft guitar a hidden lane
A moon and here and there a star
For a man and his dream
Night a cricket's cry a whispered word
A kiss and now and then a sigh
For a man and his dream
And their eyes when they meet
Seem to say it's sublime
And their hearts proudly beat
To a tune that is older than time
Night must fade away and yet it leaves a love
So all the world will say
There's a man and his dream
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