Finding Neverland Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Finding Neverland Script



- Lights up!

- Beginners, please!



- Your five-minute call, sir.

- Places.



- Places. Everyone to their places.



Sh. Quiet, everyone.



Opening nights?

I love opening nights.



- How are you? Good to see you.

- Good evening, Charles.



- Sir Herbert, how are you?

- This is my wife.



- Oh, Lady Herbert.

- How do you do?



May I give you a peck?



One of Mr Barrie's finest?



Oh, that genius Scotsman

has done it again.



It's the best thing I've produced

in    years.



I already have investors interested

back home in New York.



See you on Broadway!



First positions, people.



Standing by, please,

ladies and gentlemen.



If you could take

your opening positions, please.



Beginners, please take

your opening positions.



Audience are coming in. Standing by.



- Good audience.

- Sorry?



Good audience tonight.



OK. That's great, thank you.

How much longer?



Um, ten minutes, sir.



I love opening nights.



I want to dance with your wife

at the after-party.



- Oh, my goodness.

- Good evening, Mr Frohman.



- How are you, John?

- Very well.



It's the best thing

that I've produced in    years.



- Hello, George. How are you?

- Healthy and wealthy, I see.



You've rearranged a holiday

for me and I won't forget it.



- For you, Charles, anything.

- You won't regret it.



I'm sure.



- Have you got the tickets?

- They're in my pocket.



- There's Mrs Barrie.

- Oh, Mr and Mrs Snow.



We were so hoping to speak

with your husband before the show.



- Have you seen him?

- I'm not sure where he is, actually.



We do miss seeing you on stage.

You were so wonderful.



Yes, well, it's been some time now.

Are you right to find your seat?



Oh, yes, yes.



See you at the party, then.



Excuse me. Could you find Mr Barrie



and remind him that they're doing his play

this evening.



- Yes, ma'am.

- Thank you.



Let's close the doors.



Really, I mustn't

inconvenience you in this way.



I can wait quite well in the shop.



'Tis no inconvenience.

The shop is chilly. And there is a fire here.



Really, you are uncommonly good.



Sorry, sir.



Mrs Barrie wanted me to remind you

that the play's begun.



- Though I imagine you know that.

- They hate it.



- Sir?

- It's like a dentist's office out there. Why?



- I wouldn't say they hate it, sir.

- What do you think? Do you like it?



- I've just been hired here, sir.

- Yes or no? I'm not bothered.



- I'm not really qualified to...

- Do you like it? Is it crap?



- Crap, sir?

- Go on, say it. Just say it.



It's shite, isn't it? Go on. Say it.



- Don't know if I'm...

- "It's bull's pizzle, Mr Barrie." Go on, say it.



- It's bull's pizzle, Mr Barrie.

- I knew it.



- No, I haven't even seen it.

- I knew it. Thank you.



Thank you very much.



Might I knock a tune, milord,

for a moment?



I'm an old man...



..and I've seen few of the sights.



Absolute rubbish from start to finish.



Yes, I found it fearfully dull.



Say goodbye to your investment, old boy.



Good to see you. My apologies.



We'll get them with the next one,

Charles, I promise.



- Of course we will, James.

- I know you put a lot into this one.



A fortune, James, but I am fortunate

because I can afford to lose a fortune.



- Can you?

- No, I can't. How are you?



- Arthur.

- James.



You were sorely missed

at the last club meeting.



Was I?



We were beginning to wonder

which is your hobby, writing or cricket.



You wanted to speak with Mr Barrie,

didn't you?



Oh yes, but we shouldn't interrupt them,

should we?



I don't see why not.



If you ask me, the problem

lies in our batting order.



- James.

- Hello, darling.



You remember Mr and Mrs Snow,

don't you?



- Mrs Snow.

- Mr Barrie.



Mr Snow.



The Snows have been waiting

to meet with you all evening.



- Oh, yes.

- Is that right?



Your play this evening,

it was remarkable, wasn't it?



Was it?



Well, thank you. That's very kind of you.

I'm glad you liked it.



How did you feel it went?



- I think I can do better.

- Really?



- Mary? Hello?

- Yes, James?



I'm headed off for the park if you'd

like to join me. It's a beautiful morning.



You'll be working, won't you?



Perhaps, yes.



I'll let you to your work then.



- Morning, Mr Barrie.

- Morning, Emma.



- Have a good day, sir.

- And you.



That's it. Go on, boy. Go get it, boy.



That's right. Good boy. Grab it. Good.



Who do you belong to?

Come on, boy. Come on.



Excuse me, sir,

you're standing on my sleeve.



Am I? So sorry.



I might point out

you're lying under my bench.



I have to, I'm afraid.



I've been put in a dungeon

by the evil Prince George.



I'm sorry if it bothers you.



Well, if you're trapped in the dungeon,

there isn't much to be done now, is there?



Perhaps I could slide a key to you

through the bars.



I wouldn't risk it, sir. The evil

Prince George has tortured many men.



I'm sorry. Is he bothering you, sir?



My brother can be

an extremely irritating sort of person.



Aha, Prince George, I gather.



I understand you are the horrible tyrant

who imprisoned this unfortunate wretch.



I'm not horrible really, but a firm ruler, yes.

Kind and tolerant.



And what precisely is...

What did you say your name was?



- Michael.

- What precisely is Michael's crime?



- He's my younger brother.

- Ah.



- Fair enough. Sorry, lad. Cannot free you.

- That's all right.



- Do you mind us playing with your dog?

- No. Go on.



This is Jack, second in line to the throne

and that one's Michael. He's only five.



And I'm in prison for it.



- I'm so sorry. Are my boys bothering you?

- We're not bothering him, Mum.



Michael, darling,

come out from under there.



I can't. I'm in prison.



Oh, I see.



JM Barrie. Pleased to meet you.



JM Barrie, the author? A pleasure.

Sylvia Llewelyn Davies.



- Are you a writer?

- I am.



He's a playwright, Jack.

Quite a famous one, at that.



- I apologize. I imagine you're writing.

- No. Not at all.



- Where's Peter?

- What have you written, Mr Barrie?



Well, currently, I make my living

entertaining princes and their courts



with my trained bear, Porthos.



If you command your brother,

Peter, to join us,



I am willing, Prince George,

to give you just such a performance



in exchange for the freedom

of this prisoner, of course.



- Very well.

- Very well.






I want you to pay particular attention

to the teeth.



Some unscrupulous trainers will show you

a bear whose teeth have all been pulled,



while other cowards

will force the brute into a muzzle.



Only the true master would attempt these

tricks without either measure of safety.



- What did you bring me over here for?

- Peter.



This is absurd. It's just a dog.



Come on, darling.



"Just a dog"? "Just"?



Porthos, don't listen to him.



Porthos dreams of being a bear



and you want to dash those dreams

by saying he's "just a dog"?



What a horrible, candle-snuffing word.



That's like saying, "He can't climb

that mountain, he's just a man."



Or, "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock."






Fine then. Turn him into a bear. If you can.



Peter, where are your manners?



With those eyes, my bonny lad,

I'm afraid you'd never see it.



However, with just a wee bit of imagination,



I can turn around right now and see...



the great bear, Porthos.



Dance with me.



Thank you. I don't think I've ever seen

a performance quite like it.



We're here every day, and the bear

is always more than happy to perform.



Well, perhaps we'll see you here

tomorrow then.






- Peter, jump up please, darling. Quick.

- Bye.






- Peter, didn't you enjoy that?

- I've seen better.



Well, Michael wanted the bear

kept prisoner with him,



and Peter insisted

that Michael was hardly a prisoner



and Porthos simply wasn't a bear at all.



I do very much hope to see them tomorrow.



- What's her name?

- Sylvia. Um...



Mrs... something Davies.



Llewelyn Davies?



- You know her?

- I know who she is, of course.



Why, she's a du Maurier,

for heaven's sake.



Her father was the artist.

Her brother's the actor.



And there was something... tragic

that happened with her husband.



Oh, yes. He died.



Cancer of the jaw, I believe.



That's horrible.



Yes. Apparently, he left her with four boys

and no income to speak of.



If it wasn't for her mother's help...






- We should have them to dinner.

- Should we?



Absolutely. I've always wanted

to meet Madam du Maurier.



Why, she knows practically

everyone there is worth knowing.



- What are you writing about?

- Oh.



Nothing of any great consequence.



I can't write.



Have you ever kept a journal?



Ever tried your hand at writing a play?



Well, then how do you know?



I know. That's all.



I see. Where's your mother today

and the rest of the boys?



Home. Mother's got a bit of a chest cold.



I'm sure everyone would be happy

to see you though. One afternoon.



I should leave you to your writing.






I'll see you later then.



Why didn't you tell me, Charles?

You knew it wasn't any good.



Why didn't you tell me. James?

You knew it wasn't any good. Hm?



I took an extended lease on the theater,

keeping the actors on.



- I don't have another play.

- I'm sure you will.



- Won't you?

- We'll see.



I need you to sign for the storage,

Mr Frohman.



- Lower.

- Easy does it. Take your time.



It was never meant to be taken seriously.



You know what happened, James?

They changed it.



- They changed what?

- The critics.



They made it important.






What's it called?



What's it called?



- "Play."

- "Play."



Bang, bang, bang!






Return the boy to us, you nasty lnjun.



Our people teach boy lndian ways,

make him great warrior.



Our chief, Running Nose, never let him go.



Bang, bang, bang!



Me wounded, Peter. Time's short.



You go. Spread wings

and soar like eagle above enemy.



Fly back to our chief.

Tell her of my brave defeat.



That's crazy. Indians can't fly.



Of course they can. Go on, go on, go on.



Listen to us, boy.

This lnjun kidnapped you.



Not true. We kidnap no one. You lost boy.



I teach you ways of the brave.

I take you as my own son.



You are not my father.



Bang, bang, bang, bang!



- I've got him!

- Let me go!



- Stop it, you two.

- Ooh, we are awful, aren't we?



- I'm warning you.

- Oh, I'm scared.



Of course, you had a bit of fun

for a change.



- Stop it, you two. Get off!

- Don't.



- Jack!

- Stop it!



- Get off, George!

- Peter.



- I'm terribly sorry.

- No, it wasn't your fault.



I'm afraid it might have been.



To be honest, I'm just happy you got him

to join in the game.



Oh, yes, I was a tremendous success.



Mr Barrie, it's more

than I've been able to achieve.



Peter's a different boy since his father died.



You know, I don't think

he's even had a good cry about it.



Well, grief affects us all in different ways,

doesn't it?



Yes, it does.



Oh, by the way, my wife would like

to invite you and the boys over to dinner.



Your mother as well.






How kind. That would be lovely.






Don't you all look lovely in your little suits?



And, Mrs du Maurier, what a shame it is

that we've not met until this evening.



How kind of you to say so.



Not at all. I can't tell you how many times

I've been to a charity or a social event



and seen your name listed

among the organizers.



It's the very thing I would love to do myself



if I could just find the time.



My problem is in finding the time

to do everything else.



At the moment I am running

two households.



Sylvia believes she can get by

without a housekeeper.






My house is quite large enough for us all,



- but the idea of living with me seems...

- Not now, please, mother.



- We help her keep the house in order.

- Don't interrupt, George.



- Where did you get your manners?

- Sorry, Grandmother.



Mr Barrie, I understand you've become

playmates of my grandchildren.



- Oh, they indulge me, really.

- On the contrary.



The other day we took to an exploration

of darkest Africa in our garden.



But Mr Barrie was taken ill

by the bite of a... What was it?



Tsetse fly. Quite horrible.



Yes, and he swelled to the size

of a hippopotamus.



Fingers like sausages.



And we had to float in him down the river

like he was a great bloated raft.



But the fishing was good, wasn't it?









- Bye.

- Thank you so much.



- Lovely evening.

- Thank you. Bye.



- Good night.

- Good night.



Well, that was a disaster.




Utterly painful to see.



I don't know what you mean.

I had a lovely time.



Oh, James, please.



"My problem is in finding

the time to do everything else."



- I never felt so judged in my life.

- Judged? How do you mean?



A grown man, for heaven's sake,



playing all day long with children?



In any case, I hardly think they'll be

the social contact we'd hoped for.



I hadn't really thought of them that way.

I just enjoy their company.



He's been a good friend to us, Mother.



Yes. But what does that mean? Hm?



Surely you don't intend...


            keep spending your afternoons

with those children, do you?



And so today, ladies and gentlemen,



using only the wind

and his own physical strength,



George Llewelyn Davies shall test

the very limits of the atmosphere



using his tethered craft. Go on, boy.



- Go on, George.

- You're going to break it, George.



- George, stop!

- I just need a bit more speed.



I want to do it.



Hold off a bit, George.

I think it's in need of a tail.



Oh, wait.



- Here. James, this will do.

- That's a good idea.



- No, it's not heavy enough.

- I want to do it.



- You coming, Peter?

- Porthos!



It'll work this time.



Porthos, give us your bell. That's good.



- Michael?

- Yeah?



- Now, would you like to give it a go?

- Yes, please.



- Oh, he can't run fast enough.

- Of course he can.



- Let him try, Jack.

- Now, George, you hold the kite.






Come on, boys, let's go back up to the top.

Come on, Peter.



Right, George, hold it up. Darling,

you've got to run now. Ready? Ready?



- Run! Run, Michael!

- Run!






- Oh, I told you this wasn't going to work.

- I don't think he's fast enough.



It's not going to work

if no one believes in him.



- Now, give him a chance.

- Michael, go back to your starting position.



- Come on, darling, try again.

- George, you take the kite.



Now this time, I don't want a flea's breath

of doubt. We must get that kite in the air.



Right. Look, I think I feel a bit

more breeze. Are you ready, Michael?



- You can do it, Michael.

- You've got to run. Run, Michael, run.



- Run!

- That's it!



Yes! He did it!



Keep running! Keep running!



What are you writing about now?



Oh, just making notes.



I'm never really certain what they're about

until I've read them over later.



Something about the kite?



Now, why do you ask that?



I don't know.



If I were a writer I think I could tell

a whole story about flying the kite today.



Perhaps you should then. That's

a fantastic idea. Why not give it a try?



I hope you haven't been talking about

anything too serious with this one.



No. Talking a bit of silliness really.



Can we have him for supper?



Have him to stay for supper, Michael.

We're not cannibals.



You are welcome, you know.



Sylvia. Mr Barrie.



Where have you been?



Flying a kite, Mother,

and having a wonderful time.



I'm sorry. I didn't know

you were coming this evening.



No? Well, apparently you forgot then.



- I brought some supper along for us all.

- You didn't need to do that.



Well, there's no food in the house, is there?



Really. You don't need to wait

till the cupboard is bare.



Please, Mother. Come on, darlings.



Wipe feet. There's been

enough tracking round here.



George, I thought you said you were going

to help your mother take care of the house.



Coat, Michael, please. Yes.



- And... coat hanger. Good.

- Will we see you tomorrow?



No. You're going to be helping

round the house tomorrow.



Mother, there is absolutely no need for this.



You can't do everything yourself.



Look at you. You're horribly flush.

You're wearing yourself out.



Thank you for a lovely day, James.

Excuse me, Mother.



So from tomorrow, we're going to have

some discipline around here.



And not one of you will escape.



- Good evening, Mr Barrie.

- Good evening, Sarah.



- Good evening, Mr Barrie.

- Good evening, Emma.



You missed supper.



Perhaps I'll have something later.

I have a bit of writing I wanted to do.



Are you sure? It was a lovely meal. Duck.



Sarah let Emma cook this evening.



Is that right? Listen, what would you think

of loaning Emma out to the Davies



for the occasional evening?



They don't actually have a cook.



I take it Mrs Davies enjoyed the meal

that she had here?



I imagine she could use an extra hand

now and again. That's all.



That's very charitable of you.



Perhaps we can send over

some of the silver as well.



And what about linen?



I wouldn't be surprised if some of hers

was looking a bit shabby.



Please, Mary, stop.



Maybe she can send over

some of the things we've run short on.



My husband, for example.



We rarely see him in this house.



That hasn't seemed to bother you

for some time now.



Lords and ladies, His Royal Highness,

King Michael the Benevolent,



protector of the realm.



That scepter's made of wood.



Yes, well, we dream on a budget here,

don't we?



No, I mean, everyone thinks it's made

of gold, but it's just an old hunk of wood.



The means to an end, Peter.



What we've done is taken

an old hunk of wood



and transformed it for all the world to see

into the most magnificent gold.



- There you go.

- What's this?



All great writers begin with a good

leather binding and a respectable title.



Open it.



"The Boy Castaways."



"Being a record of the terrible adventures

of the brothers Davies,



faithfully set forth by...

Peter Llewelyn Davies."



Kipling would swallow his own ear

for a title like that.



Stab him, George. You can do it.



I still have no idea what to write.



Write about anything.

Write about your family.



- Write about the talking whale.

- What whale?



The one that's trapped in your imagination

and desperate to get out. Come sit down.



I have actually begun writing about the

adventures of the Davies brothers myself.



- A play?

- A play indeed, yes.



And I would be extremely honored



if you would allow me the use of your name

for one of the characters.



I don't know what to say.



Say yes.



Good man.



Porthos! That's mine. Let go.



I won't go to bed. I won't, I won't.



You should have been in bed

half an hour ago, young man.



I'm afraid I've grown hopelessly lax

in my discipline.



Nonsense. Young boys

should never be sent to bed.



They always wake up a day older.



And then, before you know it,

they're grown.



Their father would have been horrified.



Of course, he never would have allowed

a dog in the house either.



He'd have tied him up in the yard.



Right! Last one in bed's a hairy toad.



You mean a lot to my boys, you know.



Especially Peter.



It seems to me

that Peter's trying to grow up too fast.



I imagine he thinks that grown-ups don't

hurt as deeply as children do when they...



when they lose someone.



I lost my elder brother, David,

when I was just Peter's age.



And it nearly destroyed my mother.



James, I'm so sorry.



Your poor mother.

I can't imagine losing a child.






She didn't get out of bed for months.



She wouldn't eat.



I tried everything to make her happy, but...



she only wanted David.






one day...



I dressed myself in David's clothing



and I went to her.



You must have frightened her to death.



I think it was the first time

she ever actually... looked at me.



And that was the end of the boy James.



I used to say to myself

he'd gone to Neverland.






Neverland. It's a wonderful place.



I've not spoken about this before

to anyone.






What's it like... Neverland?



One day I'll take you there.



Wait a minute, James.

He's a fairy?



Er, no. He's the irrepressible

spirit of youth. Tinker Bell is the fairy.



- Tinker Bell is a woman?

- She's not a woman. She's a fairy.



He is a boy who stays young forever.



James, how does anyone

stay young forever? It doesn't work.



He just believes, Charles.

He imagines life the way he wants it to be,



and he believes in it long enough and hard

enough that it all appears before him, see?



James, I'm your friend.

You're coming off a flop.



- You have a man who is a fairy.

- No, a boy who has a fairy.



And this girl calls herself Tinker.



And you have a pirate ship on stage

surrounded by tons and tons of water.



- That's a lot of water.

- It's a lot of water.



- Yes, and that's a lot of money.

- It is, but we can fake the water.



Oh, well, if we can fake the water

then I'm sure your play will be a hit.



You know what I think I'll do? I think

I'll imagine life the way I want it to be...



Long enough and hard enough?



Yes, and then the money for the play

will appear magically before me.



- That's right. That's it.

- Yes.



How does the clock wind up

inside the crocodile?



- He swallows it.

- Ah, of course he does.






How was he?



- Well done.

- Good show!



I finally get the courage

to invite the boys to a game



and we have to suffer

this grave humiliation.



It's perfect actually.



Spend a good deal of time with them,

don't you?



Every moment I can spare, in fact.



I'm glad for you.



And Mrs Davies seems to be

having a good time of it as well.



You should be aware though, James,

what some people have been saying.



Mind you, I wouldn't bring it up

if I thought the rumors would pass.



I'm not surprised. What are they saying?



Very well.



That you spend much more time with Mrs

Davies than you do with your own wife.



She's a widow. And...



And a friend. That's it. Nothing more.



There have also been questions about

how you spend your time with those boys.



And why.



That's outrageous. How could anyone

think something so evil?



They're children.

They're innocent children.



You find a glimmer of happiness

in this world,



there's always someone

who wants to destroy it.



No. Thank you, Arthur, but I don't think

many will give credence to such nonsense.



Then why is no one sitting with them?



Once you get a bit of notoriety, James,



people watch you and they will

look for ways to drag you down.



Are you sure your wife doesn't

object to us taking over your cottage



for the summer, James?



- She doesn't go there anymore.

- Really?



It's such a relief to get away.

You'll come and visit, I hope?



- Of course. Are we in?

- Everyone in?



- Can I drive, Uncle Jim?

- Er, no.



Out of the way

or I'll make haggis out of you.



Get the sheep out the way.



- Are we there yet?

- Almost. Almost there.



I can see the cottage!



- Shall we explore, Michael?

- Don't tear your clothes, please.



- Come on. Follow me.

- Be careful of stinging nettles.



Hurry up, everyone.



- Would you like to see the rest of it?

- Mm. Yes.






Thought you could escape

from Captain Swarthy, eh?



Off to the ship with you, then.

Off to the ship, son!



So now you can either choose

to become a pirate with the rest of us,



or we'll toss you to the sharks.



- How marvelous.

- Well, maybe the crocodiles, eh?



- No one's escaped, Captain.

- Excellent work, matey.



Now then.



Now is your only chance to speak.



Who amongst you is ready

to tie your hopes and dreams to the sea?



- I am!

- Not finished yet.



To enter upon

the most dangerous chapter



in your young

and soon-to-be-wasted lives?



What did you say? What are doing, son?



Are you giggling? On my ship?

Giggling? What did you say?



- I said I'm ready, Captain.

- What's your name, boy?



I'm Curly, the oldest and wisest of the crew.



Cut him loose, matey.



Welcome aboard, Curly.

Your job will be to mop the deck.



And who be you, young squire?



My name be Nibs the Cut-throat. Feared

by men and greatly desired by the ladies.






Welcome aboard, Nibs.

You shall polish all wood surfaces.



Grab a hold of that rigging.



- And you, lad?

- I'm Peter.



That's not a pirate name.

What about Dastardly Jim, eh?



No. Just Peter.



I like my name.



Very well.



In punishment for lack of an interesting

pirate name, Peter shall walk the plank.



Cut him loose.



- What are you playing again?

- The boy.



What have you got...? Excuse me.



Mr Barrie, sir?



There's been a mistake here, sir.

It says here I'm to play the nanny.



- I don't imagine I quite fit that part, eh?

- You're not actually the nanny.



You're a dog.



- What?

- A Newfound land.



We'll put you in a great big fluffy dog suit.






Oh, right.



Actually, we don't have a Tinker Bell cast,

do we? He could play Tinker Bell.



Heavens, no. Tinker Bell's a light.

It moves around the stage.



Just a wee light

that moves around the stage.



Bit worried about this.



Let's see.

We've got John Darling, Michael Darling,



Tiger Lily, Smee, Skylights.



It's a play for puppets.

Tootles, Nibs, Curly.



All these names are absurd

when you see them all together.



Captain Hook, S...



Oh, hello, James.



You're out of your mind.



How were rehearsals?



Fine. Great. They're going... quite well.



- Good.

- Yes. Thank you.



- Hello.

- Hello.



- How was your journey?

- It was quite long. I'm exhausted.



- Let's get you some tea.

- That'd be nice. Thanks.



- Can you come to the playhouse?

- In a moment, Michael. He's just arrived.



But I said I'd get him. They always

send Peter to do things. I said I'll do it.



- It will spoil the surprise.

- What surprise, darling?



It's a great surprise. We've taken

most of the day preparing for it.



- Everybody's waiting for you.

- Then we mustn't keep them waiting.



Please don't tell them that I told you

the surprise. I said I wouldn't.



Oh, well, you didn't really tell us

anything about it, did you?



- Yes I did. It's a play.

- It's a play?



"The Lamentable Tale of Lady Ursula."



"A play in one act

by Peter Llewelyn Davies."



- This is just a bit of silliness, really.

- I should hope so. Go on.



I just wanted to take a stab at writing,

you know.



Well, the others do

a good job with it anyway.



Well, let's see it then.



"The Lamentable Tale of Lady Ursula."



"One morning, just after sunrise,



Lady Ursula, the most beautiful daughter

of Lord and Lady Dubon,



made her way up the steps of the great

cathedral to pray to her blessed saint."



"Suddenly, as she reached

the cathedral doors,



the gargoyle that guarded

the sacred structure



came to life and swooped down upon her."



"The people of the village all ran to safety,



but Lady Ursula slipped

on the cathedral steps



and the gargoyle descended upon her,

wrapping her in its huge wings



and taking her high up into the spires

of the cathedral."



- Go on, Peter.

- "Not long after this sorrowful event,



a young knight named JM Barnaby

came into the city."






- Do you want some water?

- Mother?



- No, James.

- Let's get her back to the house. Go on.



She won't discuss it with me at all.

She claims it was nothing.



I tell you, Doctor, she couldn't breathe.



You can't very well treat a patient

who won't admit there's anything wrong.



Well, you'll have to make her understand

that something is.



- I'll try and do my best.

- Great. Just there.



Get your hand flat like that.






Then... Like that.



Come in.



The good doctor didn't feel

up to the challenge on this one.



He thinks you need to go to hospital

for further tests.




When would I have time for that?



Besides, this family's

had enough of hospitals.



- Perhaps they can help you.

- I know what they can do for me.



I saw what they did for my husband.



No, James. I've no interest in hospitals.



I'm keenly interested

in having some supper.



What did you and Mother decide

to tell us this time? "It's only a chest cold"?



- We hadn't decided anything.

- Stop lying to me!



I'm sick of grown-ups lying to me.



I'm not lying to you.

I don't know what's wrong.



"Father might take us fishing,"

that's what she said. "ln just a few weeks."



And he died the next morning.



That wasn't a lie, Peter.



That was your mother's hope.



He barely moved for a week,

but I started planning our fishing trip.



I will never lie to you. I promise you that.



No, all you'll do is teach me

to make up stupid stories



and pretend that things

aren't happening until...



I won't! I'm not blind.



I won't be made a fool.



What's this? Peter.



The play.



Darling, I wanted to see the rest of it.



Magic's gone out of it a bit now,

hasn't it?



All because of a silly chest cold.






Well, you remember Gilbert Cannan,

don't you?



Good evening.



Mr Cannan has been working on the

committee to fight government censorship.



I know how involved you've been as well.



He wanted to speak to you.

I did think you'd be home so much sooner.



It's been a long evening, Mary.






Well, if I'd realized how late it was,

of course.



I should perhaps talk to you

at another time? Not so late?



That will be fine.



We'll talk then.



Thank you for your patience, Mrs Barrie.



Mr Barrie.



- Good night.

- Night.



Well, aren't you going to speak?



What would you like me to say?



"Curious how late Mr Cannan stayed,"

I suppose.



And then, let's see. What comes next?



"No later than you were out, James."



"And how is Mrs Davies this evening?"



Oh, yes, I would have a great answer

for that one, wouldn't I?



How dare you.



This isn't one of your plays.



I know that, Mary. It's quite serious.



But I'm not ready for this conversation,

wherever it may lead.



Perhaps we can talk in the morning, yes?

Good night then.



Mr Barrie. Don't you agree

this is a little bit tight?



- No. No, in fact I think it's quite... baggy.

- Baggy?



Quite frumpy. I'd bring it right in just there.



That's very tight.



And put maybe a plank of wood there

to straighten him up.



- Oh, aye. Yes, Mr Barrie.

- Plank of wood?



Some wood there on the shoulders as well.



- Otherwise, it's marvelous.

- Right, sir.



- You'll be sick tomorrow.

- I'll be sick tonight.






We're just having some tea.

You remember my mother, of course.



Yes. Of course. How do you do?



- May I take your hat?

- That's enough, boys.



Boys, please don't run in the house.

You'll break something.



Come away from that door.

Come on, come on.



- I'd like a word with you,

Mr Barrie, before you go.



We'll only be a few minutes.



Boys, why don't you go

and play in the garden? Go on.



- Is he in trouble?

- Sh.



Because I've been alone with Grandmother

and I know what it's like.



- Should we retire into the study?

- Why don't you join them, dear?



Very well.



- I do apologize for interrupting.

- Would you close the door, please?






Sylvia has told me you have offered her

the services of your household staff.



- Well, not exactly.

- That won't be necessary.



I'll leave that to Sylvia, of course.



You'll leave that to me, Mr Barrie.



You see, I'm moving in here from now on.



- You're moving in?

- I'm going where I'm most needed.



And I can certainly see to it

that this house is managed



without resorting to your charity.



It isn't charity, Mrs du Maurier.

I was only trying to help, as a friend.



Have you no idea how much your

friendship has already cost my daughter?



Or are you really that selfish?



I beg your pardon?



Don't you see what a visit

to the summer cottage of a married man



does for a widow's future prospects?



Sylvia needs to find someone.

The boys need a father.



And you are destroying any hope this

family has of pulling itself together again.



I have only wanted good things

for this family, Mrs du Maurier.



I'll look after them.



You have your own family

to concern yourself with.



What are you suggesting?



I'm suggesting that you protect

what you have, Mr Barrie.



That is precisely what I am doing.



I was so certain what I would find in this.



Some little confession

would leak out onto the page.



I don't write love notes in my journal.






Still, you knew who I meant, didn't you?



That's some comfort, actually.



It means I know you just a little after all.



You needn't steal my journal

to get to know me, Mary.



No. I suppose I could just go see the plays.



I was hopelessly naive when I married you.



I imagined that brilliant people

disappeared to some secret place



where good ideas floated around

like leaves in autumn.



And I hoped, at least once...



you would take me there with you.



There is no such place.



Yes, there is.






It's the best you've written, James.



And I'm sure the Davies will adore

the world you've created for them.



I only wish I were part of it.



I've wanted you to be. I've tried.






I always imagined us going off on

great adventures once we were together.



But we moved into this house

and you started, I don't know,



- you started rearranging the furniture.

- What was I supposed to do, James?



You were always gone.



I was right here.



Sitting in your parlor, staring off

into other worlds as though I didn't exist.



Look. Just give me bit more time

to finish up the play.



To spend with your muse?



No, I'm tired of waiting, James.

I'm tired of looking like a fool.



Well, I can't very well give up the play.



Of course not.



Just come home to me at the end of

the day. Rehearse and be home for dinner.



No more trips to the country,

no more long afternoons in the park.



If you can't give us that much of a chance,



then we must end this.



And I will.



Pitiful display.



Nanny. Nanny.






First you get the pajamas,

then you make the bed.



With my paws?



You make the bed with your paws.

The pajamas you get with your teeth.



Because in fact, being a dog,

you haven't any proper digits, have you?



Well, I don't have any teeth, either.



I mean, I can't see. I can't breathe.



All I've got is this rubbery snout.



- Can we get him some teeth?

- He can have mine.



We'll get you teeth.



- Let's have a wee break, shall we?

- Right.



- I thought you were wonderful.

- You were marvelous.



I think you're better on four legs

than you are on two.



- Oh, give it a rest.

- I do.



- Just say it, Charles, go on.

- Well, you picture it, James.



Opening night, doctors, lawyers,

businessmen and their wives,



all dressed to the nines.



They've paid good money, they're

expecting theater, what we call theater.



The curtain opens and it's crocodiles

and fairies and pirates and lndians.



I don't even know what it is.



But you did know, Charles. You're

an absolute genius, Charles. That's it.



Oh, don't patronize me, James.



You know how much money I put into

this show that I haven't even found yet?



Listen, listen. Opening night,

I want    seats set aside.



- Set aside?   ?

-    seats.



Scattered throughout the theater.

Two here, two there, three up there.



- Are they paying for it?

- They're filled.



- No, no, no. I'm asking...

- The seats are filled.



- Uncle Jim?

- Hello, boys.



Could I speak to you for a moment,







   seats, Charles. It'll be great.

It'll be fantastic.



   scattered seats?

Who's paying for them?



Throughout the theater.



- Who's paying for these    seats?

- They're filled-up seats, Charles.



Whoa. Look.



This is great. I'm flying.



We don't need to use much pull at all, see?

As long as we've got the balance down.



Mother asked me to take the boys out

for the afternoon.



She said she only wanted a bit of quiet,



but she was trembling so badly

she couldn't even finish her tea.



I'm not a fool, Uncle James.

I deserve to know the truth.



I don't know the truth.

She won't talk about it.



But you think it's serious?



It could be. The doctor felt

she should go and have some tests.



Then you'll have to convince her

to go then.



I've tried. She won't listen to me.



And lately, to be quite honest,



it seems that all my best intentions for

your family have come to nothing but harm.



Apparently I've made

quite a mess of things.



It's Grandmother, isn't it?

She's run you off, hasn't she?



Oh, she's absolutely tried with great effort.

And perhaps with good reason.



It isn't you, Uncle Jim. She just...



She just doesn't want

to see Mother hurt anymore.



Look at that.



How magnificent.



The boy's gone.



Somewhere during the last    seconds,

you've become a grown-up.



Right then. I think you should be the one

to talk to her, George.



- But I wouldn't know what to say.

- You'll do fine. You'll do just fine.



Mr Barrie, sir. Sorry to interrupt.



- It's Nana, he's expired backstage.

- What's happened?



I think his costume is too tight.



It's not possible, too tight.

George, give me a minute, I'll be back.



Pull that one tight.

Here, last one.



OK. Flap those wings.



- There you go.

- Whoa!



- Can I have a go?

- Yeah, you can have a little go if you want.



Give that a tug. Go on.



- Just give it a little pull.

- Can I have a go?



- In a minute. In a minute.

- Can I have a go?



- Jack. Pull me higher.

- I have to concentrate.



- Stop it now, boys.

- No, Michael.



Stop mucking about, boys. Come on now.



- I want to do it now.

- No, don't go down there.



What are you...?






Oh, no. Oh, no, I'm sorry.



- I'm so sorry.

- George?



Mr Barrie?



Mrs Davies would like a word with you.



No, just Mr Barrie.



- Did you encourage this?

- Encourage what?



Oh, James, please.

You know perfectly well what.



George won't allow them to set his arm

unless I submit to an examination.



I see. Well, I suppose you'll have to then,



because he's quite a stubborn young man

when he sets his mind to it.



This is absurd.

They won't tell me anything different.






So you've already spoken to a doctor then?



That is not your concern.



My understanding is that my condition

may be quite serious.



However... my wish is that

life should go on as normal.






I'll have the examination,



and I'll take whatever medications

they advise.



But I don't want to know what they're for.



And I don't want you inquiring into it

any further.



Wouldn't dream of it.









Peter, could you help George

to fold a pocket handkerchief, please?



- They're in the linen cupboard. Darling?

- Yes, Mother.



Jack, how do you manage

to always come untucked?



Would you check your shirt-tails

in the intermission, please?



Yes, Mother.



You're not planning on attending

any after-theater events, are you?



Only for a short time if we do. The tickets!



- With the children?

- George!



Um, possibly. Would you see

if George has the tickets, please?



- I'll just check the dressing table.

- Sylvia, there's a...



Mother, please see if George has

the tickets. Michael, where are your socks?



Wait here, don't move.



Take her feet, George.



We'll need some more blankets.



Oh, take Michael with you, would you?



She looks much worse

than when we were at the cottage.



Sh, Michael.



- Those    seats, has anyone shown up?

- No, sir. Not yet.



Precisely. Have there been

many people asking for seats?



- Yes, sir.

- Charles.



I suggest you start selling them.

Yes, James?



Have you seen any of the Davies family

yet this evening?



The    seats, are they filled?



- It's taken care of.

- Yes. Yes.



Who did you invite? Because obviously

whoever you invited decided not to come.



- The seats will be filled, I promise.

- Yes. You've been promising me all...



- Charles?

- Hello, Mr Stanley.



Have you seen the Davies family

this evening?



No, sir.



- Jack has gone to get Dr Brighton.

- Oh, no, Mother. I don't need a doctor.



Yes, you do, dear.



I think I'll get some camomile

to help you relax.



Peter will be here if you need anything.









Can I do anything, Mother?



No, darling.



You must go to the play.



- I can't do that.

- Yes, you can.



I need you to.



I need you to come back tonight

and tell me every bit of it.






It's only a play, Mother.



It doesn't matter.



What do you want?



Take it out.



Open it.



I've never been so proud of you.



Last call, please, ladies and gentlemen.

Last call.



Yes, yes, yes. It's all right. They know.



We had time to sell those    seats.

The play's starting.



- Charles.

- What?



- They're here.

- Who's here?



Do forgive them being a bit late -

short legs, long walk from the orphanage.



I'm not clear what they're doing here.



- They've come to see the play.

- Mm-hm.



- That's the    seats.

- Mm.



   seats given to orphans. Right.

Now my nightmare is complete.



You can start your play now.



Your play.



Get them in the scattered seats.



Just there, boys.



Excuse me, sir. This way.



Thank you.



Looks like we got

one of the better-dressed ones.



I just want you to know,

I think you're a wonderful dog.






I won't go to bed. I won't. I won't.



Nana, it isn't six o'clock yet.



Two minutes more.



Please. One minute more.



Nana, I will not be bathed.

I tell you, I will not be bathed.



Who are you?



No one there. Yet I feel sure I saw a face.



My children.



- How is she?

- She's resting.



- May I see her?

- No, Mr Barrie.



I don't think we need to include you in

everything that goes on in this household.



- But she'd want to see him.

- Be quiet, George.



And since, as I've discovered,



you've seen fit to conceal certain facts

about my daughter's condition from me,



I feel no remorse at excluding you

from my home.



But you can't...



- Go upstairs, George, now.

- Stop ordering me about.



This isn't your home. It's our home.



Just cos Mother's

needed your help recently



doesn't give you the right

to rule over her existence.



She's not a child anymore,

and neither am I.



If she wants to see Uncle Jim,

she can see Uncle Jim.



There's nothing you can do about it.



- Mother?

- Yes, darling?






No. Your play.



Look at all this.



I'd have come tonight, it's just...



- Mother, you need to rest.

- ..l still have things to do here.



See? This needs mending.



Four boys, no end of patches.



Can't seem to keep up.



I haven't the time for all this.



Don't look at me like that, James.

You make me feel so utterly exposed.



Boys, would you give me a moment

with your mother, please? Thank you.



They can see it, you know.



You can't go on just pretending.



"Just pretending"?



You brought pretending

into this family, James.



You showed us we can change things

by simply believing them to be different.



A lot of things, Sylvia, not everything.



But the things that matter.



We've pretended for some time now

that you're a part of this family, haven't we?



You've come to mean so much to us all

that now it doesn't matter if it's true.



And even if it isn't true,



even if that can never be...



I need to go on pretending.



Until the end.



With you.



- Oh, I am sweet.

- How do you do it?



You just think lovely, wonderful thoughts

and they lift you up in the air.



You are so nippy at it.

Couldn't you do it very slowly once?



Yes, I've got it now, Wendy.



I must blow fairy dust on you first.



Now try. Try it from the beds.



Just wriggle your shoulders like this

and then let go.



- I flew!

- How ripping!



Now join hands.



- Look at me!

- I do like it!



- Bravo!

- Let's go out.



Second on the right

and straight on till morning.






- Sylvia, don't move.

- I feel a little better.



- It's been a bad day, that's all.



Now I want you to go back to the theater.



Find Peter.



- Of course.

- Thank you.



Are you sure there's nothing else

I can do for you?









I have always wanted to go to Neverland.



You did promise to tell me about it,

you know.



Aye. That I did.



It's a bit late for it tonight though, I'm afraid.



Perhaps some time soon though?



Most definitely.



- D'you mean we shall both be drowned?

- Look how the water is rising.



It must be the tail of the kite

we made for Michael.



You remember. It tore itself

out of his hands and floated away.



- The kite. Why shouldn't it carry you?

- Both of us.



It can't lift two. Michael and Curly tried.



I won't go without you, Peter.



Let us draw lots which is to stay behind.



And you a lady? Never.



Ready, Wendy?






Don't let go, Wendy.



Peter, I'm frightened.



Hang on, Wendy!






To die will be an awfully big adventure.



- I'm glad you came.

- Well...



I've never missed an opening.



So I...



assume you heard about Gilbert and I.






Quite the scandal, so I'm told.



How are you?



I'm all right.



How are you?



I'm sorry.



Don't be.



Without that family, you could

never have written anything like this.



You need them.






- Mr Barrie.

- Mrs Snow.



Thank you. That was quite the nicest

evening I've ever spent in the theater.



Very kind of you to say. Thank you.

Where's Mr Snow this evening?






I'm afraid he's left us.



And he would so have loved this evening.



The pirates and the lndians.



He was really just a boy himself, you know.



To the very end.



I'm terribly sorry. How are you doing?



I'm doing well enough now, thank you.



I suppose it's all the work

of the ticking crocodile, isn't it?



Time is chasing after all of us.

Isn't that right?



- That's right, Mrs Snow.

- Aunt Rose, your drink.



Thank you. I mustn't keep you.

You've a lot of friends here.



Well, it's lovely to see you.

I'm terribly sorry, once again.



- Was that Mr Barrie?

- That was Mr Barrie.



Well done, Mr Barrie.



- Good show.

- Well done.






What did you think?



- It's about our summer together, isn't it?

- It is.



- About all of us.

- That's right.



Did you like it?



It's magical. Thank you.



Oh, thank you.



Thank you, Peter.



- This is Peter Pan! How wonderful.

- Really?



You're Peter Pan? Why, you must be

quite the little adventurer.



Look, it's true.

He has no shadow.



But I'm not Peter Pan.



He is.



And there's been no improvement

since my last visit?






Has James been by at all today, Mother?



Dr Brighton. May I have a word?



Excuse me a moment.



You haven't been keeping him from me,

have you?



As a matter of fact,

I actually hoped he might come.



Would have proved me wrong about him.



Of course, with the success of his play,



the whole of London

must be knocking at his door.



I'm sorry, dear.



- What is it?

- It's a secret.



- Quiet, Michael.

- I didn't say anything.



Mother, could you come downstairs

for a moment?



Oh, she can't come downstairs.

What are you thinking of, George?



Actually, I think a trip downstairs

might do her good, ma'am.



- What have you been up to?

- Just wait and see.



It's a play.



It's not just a play, Michael.

It's the play.



Of course, we'll have to make do

with a few compromises.



Much of it will have to be imagined.



- As it should be.

- As it should be, that's right.



Michael, come and sit here,

next to Mum.



When you're ready.



I won't go to bed. I won't. I won't.



Nana, it isn't six o'clock yet.

Two minutes more. Please.



- You know fairies, Peter?

- Yes.



But they're nearly all dead now.



You see, Wendy, when the first baby

laughed for the first time,



the laugh broke into a thousand pieces

and they all went skipping about



and that was the beginning of fairies.



And now when every new baby is born,

its first laugh becomes a fairy.



So there ought to be one fairy

for every boy and girl.



- Ought to be? lsn't there?

- Oh, no.



Children know such a lot now.

Soon, they don't believe in fairies.



And every time a child says,

"l don't believe in fairies,"



there's a fairy somewhere

that falls down dead.



Who is that?



The redskins were defeated?



Wendy and the boys

captured by the pirates?



I'll rescue her. I'll rescue her!



Oh, that's just my medicine.



Poisoned? Who could have poisoned it?



Why, Tink. You've drunk my medicine.



It was poisoned.



And you drank it to save my life?






Are you dying?



Her light is growing faint.



If it goes out, that means she's dead.



Her voice is so low I can scarcely hear

what she's saying.



She says she thinks

she could get well again



if children believed in fairies.



Do you believe in fairies?



Say quick that you believe.



If you believe, clap your hands.



Clap louder.



Thank you. Thank you.



That is Neverland.



So many perfect days.



I really began to believe

we'd go on like that forever.



Oh, stop it.



She wasn't going to stay with you forever.



She had a husband. My father.



She never cared for you

the way she did for him.



I'm not trying to replace your father, Peter.



I could never do that.



You'd best let him go.



George, would you take the boys back

to the house? I'll be with you in a moment.



Go on, dear.



I'm terribly sorry.



I've ruined everything I've touched

in this family.



Stop giving yourself so much credit.



Peter's grieving.

It has nothing to do with you.



Perhaps if I just had

a bit more time with him.



No, Mr Barrie. That won't be good enough.



If "a bit more time" is all you can provide,

you'd better leave him alone.



I know you don't much care for me,

Mrs du Maurier, and I respect that,



but I loved your daughter very much.



And I love those boys.



And I think they need me right now.



Is that so?



And for how long after?



Meaning what?



Sylvia has requested a co-guardianship

for the boys in her will.



You, Mr Barrie, and myself.



- And what do you have to say about that?

- I shall respect my daughter's wishes.



Something I should have done more of

while she was alive.



But if you feel you're not ready

for such a commitment,



I assure you I can certainly

look after the boys by myself.



Do you think I could abandon those boys?



Sit down, Peter.



Mother pasted it back together



after I ruined it.



And then I saw the play.



I just started writing

and I haven't been able to stop.



She would be very pleased to know that.



Listen. I've just spoken

with your grandmother



and I'm staying.



For good.



I'm sorry I was so horrible.



Don't worry.



It's just...



I thought she'd always be here.



So did I.



But, in fact...



she is.



Because she's on every page

of your imagination.



You'll always have her there. Always.



But why did she have to die?



I don't know, boy.



When I think of your mother...



I will always remember

how happy she looked



sitting there in the parlor,



watching a play about her family.



About her boys that never grew up.



She went to Neverland.



And you can visit her any time you like



if you just go there yourself.






By believing, Peter.



Just believe.



I can see her.

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