Christopher Robin (2018) - full transcript

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(BIRDS CHIRPING)

ANIMALS: (SINGING)

♫ On my merry way ♫

♫ I'll always think of you ♫

♫ On land or sand or gravel ♫

(LAUGHING)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Focus, everyone, focus!

Listen to each other!

♫ It's more fun with two

It's always me and you ♫

♫ And together we will stay ♫

♫ Through warm or stormy weather ♫

♫ We'll always be together ♫

RABBIT: Concentrate!

♫ Forever ♫

♫ For within my heart

If we should ever part ♫

♫ We'll be never far away

from each other ♫

♫ We'll be never far away ♫

Oh! What's he doing?

Big finish!

That'll do! That'll do!

Please!

(CLANGING)

I sounded incredible!

Tiggers are excellent singers.

It's lovely having you

all here.

Always very moving,

that number.

Now, um, we all know

why we're here.

(FLY BUZZING)

It's a sad day.

But I have asked

my friend, Eeyore...

That's me.

(RABBIT CLEARS THROAT)

I have asked him

to propose a rissolution.

Uh, it's "resolution."

Yes, that's what I said.

What's a "rissolution?"

After the poem, dear.

(EEYORE CLEARS THROAT)

"Christopher Robin is going.

"At least I think he is.

"Where? Nobody knows.

"But he is going."

I mean, he goes.

"Do we care?

We do. Very much.

"Anyhow, we send our love.

"End."

If anyone wants to clap,

now is the time to do it.

PIGLET: Yay!

KANGA: Wonderful!

(ALL APPLAUDING)

POOH: Christopher.

RABBIT: There he is!

He's here!

That was a lovely poem,

Eeyore.

EEYORE: It was nothing.

Oh, sorry.

POOH: It's just too bad

it's over.

I would've liked it to go on

for a while longer.

RABBIT: Now, now, let's not

get carried away there,

Pooh Bear.

That was plenty long enough.

For let's all remember,

I commissioned it.

Based on an original idea

by me.

Which I suggested.

OWL: After I thought of it.

RABBIT: Let's not do this

in public, shall we?

You wide-eyed nincompoop.

Christopher Robin,

I made you this

sack of Hundred

Acre Wood haycorns.

They're my very

favorite snack.

Wherever you may go,

they'll remind you

of the Hundred Acre Wood.

CHRISTOPHER: Thank you, Piglet.

I don't think

I'll need any help

remembering the Wood...

but I shall treasure them.

I'm gonna miss you, I am!

I'm gonna miss you too,

Tigger.

Now, don't you go

and get all growned up on us!

Uh, we shall all miss the lad.

As my Grandowl Osgood

used to say...

EEYORE: Wow!

What did he used to say?

I call the cherries.

Extra cream for me, please.

OWL: No, it wasn't that.

Is it a carrot cake?

Mmm. Larger.

Cake is what

Tiggers like best!

I'm gonna go for it.

(EXCITED CHATTERING)

TIGGER: What is this again?

(ALL MUNCHING)

RABBIT: Cake, cake, cake.

Will you never learn?

I would prefer a lovely,

crunchy carrot.

What's wrong with

something healthy?

Good for your teeth.

Sweets go right to my feets!

You won't be able to stop me!

Careful, Tigger.

Bounce

and bounce!

Come on, Roo!

And I'll bounce!

And I'll bounce!

And I'll...

(SNORING)

(ALL SNORING)

Come on, Pooh.

(POOH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Where are we going,

Christopher Robin?

Nowhere.

Oh.

One of my favorite places.

EEYORE: Saddle's too tight.

(SNORING CONTINUES)

CHRISTOPHER: What do you

like to do best

in the world, Pooh?

POOH: Hmm.

Well...

What I like best...

is me and Piglet...

going to see you...

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

and you say, "What about

a little something?"

And I say...

"Well, I shouldn't mind

a little something."

And it being a hummy

sort of a day outside.

CHRISTOPHER: I like that too.

But what I like doing best

is nothing.

How do you do nothing?

CHRISTOPHER: It's when people call out...

"What are you going to do,

Christopher Robin?"

And you say, "Oh, nothing."

And then you go ahead

and do it.

Ah, yes.

Doing nothing often leads

to the very best something.

CHRISTOPHER: Pooh.

I'm not going to do

nothing anymore.

POOH: Oh.

Never again?

Well, they don't let you

at the boarding school.

Pooh...

When I'm off

not doing nothing,

will you come up here

sometimes?

Just me?

Where will you be?

I'll be right here.

But what should happen

if you forget about me?

I won't ever forget

about you, Pooh. I promise.

Not even when I'm a hundred.

How old will I be then?

(SIGHS) 99.

Silly old bear.

POOH: Hmm.

99...

Christopher, come on now.

CHRISTOPHER'S MOTHER: Do hurry up, darling.

CHRISTOPHER'S FATHER: Christopher!

Christopher Robin,

your mother is in the car!

You take care.

CHRISTOPHER'S FATHER: Off you go, young man.

Christopher Robin!

Now concentrate!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

WOMAN: You're the man

of the house now, dear.

(GASPS)

Would you like to sit down?

Oh, um...

Thank you.

Cheeky blighter.

Mmm-hmm.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RECORD)

(EVELYN LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

EVELYN: Will you write?

Of course, every day.

(MAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

ANNOUNCER: (ON RADIO)

It's February 11th, 1944.

Soon the nightly battle

of London will be on.

This has been

a quiet day for us,

but it won't be a quiet night.

They'll destroy

a few buildings,

and kill a few people.

Probably some

of the people you...

(RADIO TURNS OFF)

EVELYN: (SINGING)

♫ Happy birthday to you ♫

♫ Happy birthday, dear Madeline ♫

♫ Happy birthday to you ♫

(BLOWS AIR)

(EXPLOSIONS)

This is Zebra-One-Charlie!

(GUNS FIRING)

This is Zebra-One-Charlie.

Where are my reinforcements?

Ah, well done.

MADELINE: Mummy, when is Daddy

coming home?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(EVELYN CHUCKLES)

EVELYN: This is your daddy.

(LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Good morning.

Good morning.

KATHERINE: Good morning,

Mr. Robin.

Good morning, Ms. Dane.

Did you have a pleasant...

I'd like them to reconsider...

the brass fittings

on the chestnut wardrobes

for nickel-plated ones.

KATHERINE: I'll make a note of that.

CHRISTOPHER: Now, what's

the holdup from Glasgow?

Tanners union dispute, sir.

What about Manchester?

Waiting on fabric, sir.

And what's

Birmingham's excuse?

It's just Birmingham, sir.

They're always late.

CHRISTOPHER: I don't need

to remind you,

we're under increasing

pressure to cut costs!

MATTHEW: Mr. Robin?

Yes.

If we replace the second

inner bevel

with beechwood...

we can increase buoyancy

by four percent.

JOAN: And decrease weight

by point-two percent.

And cost?

Oh, well, it might save

a few pennies.

Oh, keep plugging away,

everyone.

GILES: Bravo! That's what

we like to hear.

CHRISTOPHER: Oh, Mr. Winslow,

I could easily

have come up to your office.

No, no. I love

to come down here,

get my hands dirty

once in a while.

Oh sir, that sample is,

in fact, still wet.

Yes. (CLEARS THROAT)

The, uh, smell of the leather.

The smell of hard work.

Much rather be here

than in my stuffy office

where the boring stuff

happens. (CHUCKLES)

Yawn.

(LAUGHS LOUDLY)

This is where I belong.

Down here with the real men.

And women.

Sorry, always forget

about them.

Yes, I hate offices.

Give me some manual labor

any day of the...

(CLEARS THROAT) Let's, uh,

go into your office.

Yes, Mr. Winslow.

Uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

After you, sir.

Oh, no, please.

(CLATTERING)

Carry on.

Ah. (CLEARS THROAT)

I spent all morning on that.

(DOOR CLOSES)

GILES: Of all my father's

businesses, Winslow Luggage

is the worst.

Embarrassing for me,

of course,

but hardly surprising.

There's been a war.

Who has the time or the money

to go on holiday these days?

In short, we need

to cut some costs.

That's all I've been

working on, sir.

We've made some progress.

Three percent, or thereabouts.

We need to cut deeper

than three percent, Robin.

We're stuffed.

What did they say?

(WHISPERS) I can't hear.

JOAN: Don't worry.

I can lip read.

How much deeper, sir?

Twenty.

Twenty!

(MUFFLED) Twenty percent,

that's impossible.

He's saying,

"Windy tent. That's an apple."

What are they talking about?

Perhaps it's a lunch order.

Sir, your father promised

these people

good jobs to come home

to after the war.

Well, they'd do anything

for this company.

I'd do anything

for this company.

My father has called an

emergency meeting on Monday.

We need to produce

the cuts by then.

It's sink or swim.

I promised my wife

and daughter

I'd take them away

this weekend, sir.

I thought you'd do anything

for this company.

Do you have dreams, Robin?

I beg your pardon, sir?

Well, I'll let you

into a little secret.

Dreams don't come

for free, Robin.

Nothing comes from nothing.

And if this ship goes down,

you need to ask yourself

the question...

"Am I a swimmer,

or am I a sinker?"

Well, which one

are you, Robin?

Well, obviously I'd like

to reply

that I'm a swimmer, sir.

(PATS BACK)

Right answer! Me too.

That's why I shall be working

this weekend, also.

All hands on deck

and all that.

This may help,

a list here of names.

People who can walk the plank

if you, um...

if we don't come up

with something.

It's all on you, Robin.

Oh, good heavens.

GILES: Keep up the good work.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

Ah, Christopher.

All work and no play, eh?

Ah, Cecil.

Um, speaking of play, the wife

and I were just talking...

and hate to be

a persistent Peter...

but we're still waiting

for that gin rummy game.

Oh, yes, yes!

Well, one of these days,

eventually.

Eager to finally see

how good you are.

(CHUCKLES)

EVELYN: Madeline wanted to

wait for you

but it got so late.

Yes, I'm sorry,

I got held up at work.

I know. Katherine rang

to let me know.

She also said you'd be working

this weekend.

I suppose you won't be coming

to the cottage.

(CHRISTOPHER STAMMERS)

Well, it can't be helped.

It never can.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hello.

What've you got there?

Oh, uh... It's yours.

I found it in the attic.

It has loads of things

from when you were my age.

Haycorns.

I mean, acorns.

Nothing of any great

importance.

Don't you think

you should be doing something

more useful with your time?

Reading perhaps?

I've already finished

the book list

that Grayford Prep sent.

I'm way ahead.

I've been very efficient.

Oh, good. That's good.

Yes, so there's no work

to do this weekend.

We can do whatever we want.

We'll go back to your cottage.

Play where you played.

We can do puzzles,

board games.

Right. Um...

I wanted to talk to you

about that.

I can't come this weekend.

But summer will be over soon.

I have to stay for work.

You and your mother will go.

I never see you.

Well, I wished I didn't have

to stay for work...

but dreams don't come

for free, Madeline.

You have to work for them.

Nothing comes from nothing.

Do you understand?

(SIGHS)

I understand.

I suppose you can keep

these here then.

Yes.

Do you think you could

read to me for a minute?

Of course.

Yes.

"The Victorian Era signified

"the height of the Industrial

Revolution...

"and was viewed as the apex

of the British Empire."

Oh, we've got

a real good one here.

"It followed

the Georgian period...

"and preceded

the Edwardian period."

Actually...

Father.

Yes?

I'm a bit tired.

Right.

Yes. Um...

You sure?

Hmm. Of course.

Well...

Good night.

Good night.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SWITCH CLICKS)

CHRISTOPHER: I've been thinking.

You two don't have to go

to the country tomorrow.

We've been over this. She

needs to play, Christopher.

Not spend

all of her time studying.

Grayford Prep is the best!

She told me she's done

all the reading.

Because she would do anything

to please you.

But there are perfectly good

schools here in London...

that don't require us

to send her away.

And come on, Christopher.

You know

she doesn't want to go.

I went away

when I was her age.

It'll prepare her

for the real world.

Set her up for a career.

Well, isn't that

our responsibility to her?

What?

Do you even like your job?

What's that got to do

with anything?

You're going

to hit your limit.

One day you're going to crack.

Evelyn.

Look, if I work really hard

now, then in the future...

our life will be...

Will be what?

Will be better? Worse?

We don't care, we want you.

This is life, Christopher.

This weekend is your life.

Your life is happening now.

Right in front of you.

Look. Hello!

Yahoo. Remember me?

I'm your wife. (GIGGLES)

And that's another thing.

I haven't seen you laugh

in years.

Evelyn.

I want to see you

have fun, sometimes.

Be silly.

I didn't fall for you

because you had

your career set up.

Was it my dancing?

(CHUCKLES)

Actually, yes, it was...

It was dancing with you.

Being held by you.

Look, don't make this

harder on me.

I am sorry.

I'll take

my suitcase upstairs.

Where is my suitcase?

I didn't bother packing it.

CHRISTOPHER: Have a nice time.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Take care.

Hmm.

CHRISTOPHER: See you soon.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(SIGHS)

CECIL: We can have that

game of gin rummy

now that you're

a Tommy-time-on-his-hands.

Ah.

MADELINE: Dear Father...

I never knew

you could draw so well.

Maybe you could hang

this one next to mine.

Love, Madeline.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(SNORING)

POOH: Honey.

(MUMBLING)

(CONTINUES SNORING)

Honey!

Where am I?

I can't see anything.

Oh, that's right. (CHUCKLES)

Oh.

Good morning, house.

Oh.

How are you today?

Time to make myself hungry

with my stoutness exercise.

(SINGING) ♫ When I up, down,

touch the ground ♫

♫ It puts me in the mood ♫

♫ When I up, down, turn around ♫

♫ In the mood for food ♫

♫ And I'm off,

ready for my morning honey ♫

(YELPING)

Ouch.

Oh, some honey will make me

feel better.

Oh, bother.

Somebody seems to have eaten

all the honey.

Oh. (GROANS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Hmm.

Oh, my.

Foggy today.

If I know anything

about anything...

it's easy to lose your way

on a foggy day.

And rather hard to find

the way back.

Piglet always has

a little smackerel

of something hidden away.

Piglet?

It's Pooh.

Are you home?

It would appear not.

(ECHOING) Rabbit!

Are you home?

It's Bear speaking.

Eeyore!

Where is everybody?

How gloomy and sad.

If only Eeyore

were here to enjoy it.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Can anybody hear me?

(ECHOING) Hello?

What has happened

to my friends?

(WHINES)

Oh, dear.

I appear to have

reached the end...

of my thoughts.

(WIND HOWLING)

Oh.

Hmm.

(SIGHS)

YOUNG CHRISTOPHER: Come on, Pooh.

(POOH GASPS)

Christopher?

Are you there?

It's me.

Winnie the Pooh.

Are you finally home?

Think, think, think.

It would seem

I must go forward...

where I have never been...

rather than backwards...

where I have.

Christopher Robin

must help me find everybody.

Or help everybody find me.

That will be the order

of looking for things.

Christopher?

Are you here?

It's Pooh.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Hello.

It's Pooh.

Are you hiding?

(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)

(YAWNING) Oh, I'm getting

very sleepy.

Oh.

And that looks like a bed.

(BELL DINGS)

Where, oh, where

is Christopher Robin?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(POOH SNORING)

(CHRISTOPHER EXHALES)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

What to do, what to do,

what to do?

POOH: What to do, indeed.

Pooh?

Christopher Robin!

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

(STAMMERS) You can't be here.

Hmm.

This can't be happening.

It's stress.

POOH: It's not stress.

My God, I'm stressed.

It's Pooh.

I'm so exhausted.

Evelyn warned me.

I like to be warmed.

Warmed and cozy.

I've cracked.

Oh.

I've totally cracked.

I don't see any cracks.

A few wrinkles maybe.

Pooh!

You're here!

How are you here, Pooh?

Oh. Well, I went

through the door

through which Christopher

Robin is known to appear.

And now, I'm here!

CHRISTOPHER: But the tree

I remember

was behind the cottage

in Sussex...

not here in London.

I suppose it's where

it needs to be.

CHRISTOPHER: There's no opening.

There's no door

on the other side.

Oh. We must not

need it anymore.

That's a silly explanation.

Why, thank you.

Are you glad to see me,

Christopher Robin?

CECIL: Well, hello there!

Ooh, what have you got there,

secret Susan?

CHRISTOPHER: Uh, um...

Well, it's a, it's a... a cat.

Yes, definitely.

Just a cat.

Ooh, I love cats.

May I? Can I?

Well, not this one,

because it's a diseased cat.

It's ferocious.

Ooh, it's a biter.

I was about to take it in,

give it some milk.

You know, rehabilitate it.

POOH: (MUFFLED)

You're squishing me.

What on earth?

Did you hear my voice there?

CECIL: Yeah.

I do that funny voice,

"You're squashing me...

"with your demands

to play gin rummy."

(CHUCKLES)

I was like a ventriloquist

when I was younger.

Very good. Very good.

(LAUGHS)

We've got all weekend.

For?

Gin rummy.

We should probably try

and play cards tomorrow then.

I'd love that.

Yes!

Tomorrow?

Well, yes, good evening!

Good night!

Have a nice...

CECIL: See you tomorrow.

CHRISTOPHER: Stop wriggling,

he's gonna see you moving.

Good evening.

Stop it.

Meow!

You see?

CECIL: Ha! Yeah.

(POOH SLURPING)

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER RECORD PLAYER)

(POOH CHUCKLING)

POOH: Mmm.

Oh, it really is very good.

Are you sure you wouldn't like

some, Christopher Robin?

(STAMMERS) Yes, yes, I'm sure.

Pooh, how ever

did you recognize me?

After all these years.

Well...

You haven't changed a bit.

But I've changed tremendously.

Not right here.

(SIGHS)

It's still you looking out.

I'm covered in honey now.

Oh. Oh, yes, I see.

(GRUNTING)

CHRISTOPHER: Sticky mess.

POOH: Your floor

is very sticky.

Pooh. Oh...

Oh, this place is very big.

Do you live here all alone?

CHRISTOPHER: Just now, yes.

But usually, no.

My wife and daughter

are in the countryside

for the weekend.

Well, why aren't you

with them?

Well...

(POOH STRAINING)

CHRISTOPHER: Oh.

Sticky business.

I had to stay for work.

Why are you here and not in

the forest with your friends?

That's the question, Pooh.

Well, I couldn't find anybody.

And, I couldn't find

anyone either.

And I looked for them both.

(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)

(MUFFLED) Hello?

(SIGHS)

POOH: Piglet? Eeyore? Tigger?

Where is everybody?

Exactly! Where is Tigger,

or Kanga, or Roo?

POOH: That's why I'm here.

I'm sure I don't know

where they are.

I've scarcely thought

about them in 30 years.

(GRUNTS)

Well, we think

about you every day.

Well, that's very kind.

And I'm sorry, Pooh.

But it's getting late,

and I'm very busy.

I haven't got time to help

you look. I'm on a deadline.

So, do you think

you might just...

(POOH SNORING)

Oh, you silly old bear.

(SNORING CONTINUES)

(SOFTLY) Good night,

Winnie the Pooh.

(CRASHING)

(GROANS) What on earth!

Pooh!

POOH: Oh, dear.

(POOH GROANS)

What luck.

Pooh!

Your ladder is broken.

That's not a ladder.

That was a shelf.

That explains why it's no good

for climbing.

(SIGHS)

I haven't got time

to muck about.

I should be working.

Trying to find a solution.

Even though I think

it may be impossible.

People say nothing

is impossible. (CHUCKLES)

But I do nothing every day.

No, Pooh, that's not the...

(SIGHS) Never mind.

Look, I can't be distracted.

Which is why you need

to go home.

But how?

(CRASHING)

Sussex.

We go to Sussex.

And we get you back

in your own home. Now!

(HORNS HONKING)

It's very loud and not

in a hummy sort of way.

Well, welcome to London.

(DOG BARKS)

Well, hello there.

Are you on an expotition, too?

Oh, bother!

Pooh!

What did you do?

POOH: Do you think

he's all right?

CHRISTOPHER: Come here.

Come in here.

Look.

You can't just keep saying

hello to people.

People can't see you moving

and talking.

But why?

Because, because...

You're different.

And people don't like things

that are different.

So I shouldn't be me.

(STAMMERS) No! No, you should

always be yourself.

Oh, this is very confusing.

It may be the hunger.

You've just eaten!

Oh, that's right.

Maybe I didn't eat enough.

Look, never mind about that.

For now, just try and be

a less exuberant you.

Ex-Pooh-berant.

Flop.

Sag.

Go limp.

POOH: Flop. Sag.

Yes!

POOH: Go limp.

I know, I've got it!

How about, play "Naptime."

I love play!

Well, let's see it.

Like this?

Well done! Now, just keep

absolutely still.

That's it.

Come on.

POOH: Christopher!

There's a rumbly in my tumbly.

Let's stop for a snack.

CHRISTOPHER: There's no time

for snacks.

POOH: What about a smackerel?

Play "Naptime!"

Balloons!

Come and get them.

May I have a travel balloon?

You don't need a balloon.

Well, I know

I don't need one...

but I would like one

very, very much, please.

Please. Please!

VENDOR: We've got all your

favorite colors!

I'd like a balloon, please.

What color?

Red.

Uh, red will be fine, yes.

Thank you very much.

POOH: Thank you ever so much.

Balloons!

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)

(MAN BLOWS WHISTLE)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ATTENDANT: Here is your ticket.

Thank you very much.

ATTENDANT: Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

POOH: Why is he in a cage?

I'd like a return ticket,

please?

To Hartfield in Sussex.

Thank you.

ATTENDANT: Certainly, sir.

CHRISTOPHER: Could you give me

some space, please?

ATTENDANT: Your ticket.

(COINS CLATTERING)

Here we are.

And, uh, still two minutes

to spare. So, good, yes?

On the dot, sir.

Good, thank you.

(ATTENDANT CLEARS THROAT)

The balloon

went that way, sir.

Thank you.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Excuse me.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I'm terribly sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

There he is!

Right.

Excuse me.

You're not a Woozle, are you?

Oh, Christopher Robin!

Thank goodness.

Give me that!

That's mine. Give it back.

Well, he was mine first,

you know?

That is true.

Oh, for heaven's sake!

You can't just take a teddy

bear from a grown man.

POOH: Christopher, could you

turn the world

right side up again, please?

Did that say honey?

Can we go back?

Ooh!

CHRISTOPHER: Excuse me.

POOH: (SIGHS) Much better.

I thought you were playing

"Naptime."

It was one of my briefer naps.

But, Christopher, my balloon.

Well, it's gone now. You don't

need it anymore anyway.

But it did make me very happy.

Did it not make you happy?

Not really.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(CHRISTOPHER MUMBLING)

Do you always have

that case with you?

What? A case?

(STUTTERS) My briefcase?

Yes, usually. Why?

Is it more important than...

a balloon?

Yes, it's more important

than a balloon.

I see.

More like... a blanket.

Yes.

More like a blanket.

What does it do?

What?

It's for keeping very

important things in.

Pooh, do you think

you might be able to

amuse yourself for a while?

I have got some rather

pressing work to do.

House.

Clouds.

House.

Tree.

Bush. A man.

Dog.

Pooh.

What're you doing?

Oh, I'm playing a game.

It's called

"Say What You See."

Could you "Say What You See"

a little more quietly?

(SOFTLY) House.

Grass.

Trees.

Pond.

I don't know what that is.

Pooh.

Well, that's a man.

Pooh.

Little bit more quietly.

Please?

Oh, I'm sorry, this

compartment is rather full.

It's his naptime.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Hmm.

(CHRISTOPHER MUMBLING)

CHRISTOPHER: We'll save

at least 322 pounds a month.

Well, that's not nothing.

Which brings us to 14%.

Still not enough.

Someone's gonna have

to walk the plank.

They'll never forgive me

for this.

Sorry, Gary.

CONDUCTOR: Now arriving

at Hartfield Station.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(BELL DINGING)

Hartfield! Hartfield Station!

Look. My balloon!

Oh.

Now come on, Pooh.

We've got to hurry.

POOH: Yes.

We need to find our friends.

CHRISTOPHER: No, Pooh. I meant,

I have to get back for work.

Oh.

POOH: Are we going in?

No, no, Pooh.

We must keep very quiet.

Not let them see us.

Come on.

Stay low.

POOH: (WHISPERS)

Oh.

Who is that?

Pooh!

POOH: She can't be Pooh.

I'm Pooh.

CHRISTOPHER: (WHISPERS)

No, that's Evelyn. My wife.

POOH: Oh.

She looks very kind.

She is very kind.

And who is that?

That's Madeline.

My daughter.

POOH: Can she come

and play with us?

No, she can't come.

Does she not like to play?

No, no, it's just...

Well, look, she's working.

POOH: Oh, I see.

Does she have a briefcase

like you?

No.

Come on, Pooh.

POOH: Do you think

she'd like my red balloon?

It might make her happy.

What is it with you

and the balloon?

There's more to happiness

than just balloons, Pooh.

Look, Madeline is happy and

I'm happy that she's happy.

Well, let's go.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

CHRISTOPHER: There, Pooh.

I got you home.

Aren't you coming with me?

CHRISTOPHER: I can't.

I've gotta go back to London.

But I need your help.

I've lost all of my friends.

Perhaps they're back now...

and you can tell them

all about your adventures.

I would like to do that.

Off you go then.

Goodbye, Christopher.

Goodbye, Pooh.

What're you doing, Pooh?

Sometimes when I'm going

somewhere and I wait...

a somewhere comes to me.

Right.

Well...

Good luck with everything.

I should need good luck.

For I am a bear

of very little brain.

Right. Well, goodbye.

POOH: Goodbye.

(SIGHS)

Look out, Pooh.

Here I come.

(GRUNTING) Pooh?

Pooh!

Pooh!

(GRUNTING)

(WOOD CREAKING)

Oh.

(GRUNTS) So this is what

this feels like.

Are you stuck?

Yes, it would appear

that I am stuck.

Happens to me all the time.

Have you just eaten honey?

No, Pooh, I have not

just eaten honey. (GRUNTS)

Oh, it's still here.

Hundred Acre Wood.

Well, I didn't expect

to be here this morning.

Was it always this gloomy?

POOH: I don't believe so.

I wonder where

they all could be.

Well, I was hoping

you would know.

Pooh, I haven't been here

in years. How would I know?

But you're Christopher Robin.

Ah, right. Yes.

Well, the thing is

to do this systematically.

Oh, follow the simple

honey bee.

No, Pooh.

The key is to head in

just one direction

to avoid getting lost.

Especially in all this fog.

I always get to

where I'm going...

by walking away

from where I have been.

CHRISTOPHER: Do you?

POOH: That's the way I do it.

I'm hungry.

CHRISTOPHER: Come on, Pooh.

We'll never get anywhere

at this rate.

(WIND HOWLING)

(POOH HUMMING)

CHRISTOPHER: Is anything familiar?

POOH: The fog.

Well, besides the fog.

POOH: (GASPS)

Oh, bother.

CHRISTOPHER: What's the matter?

Oh, Pooh.

You can't be serious.

There's no such thing

as Heffalumps and Woozles.

Of course there are.

Didn't you see the sign?

Pooh, terrifying elephant

and weasel-like beasts...

who wander the world preying

on happiness aren't real.

Now, come on.

Christopher?

What do you do?

I'm the Efficiency Manager

at a luggage company.

You must have

many friends there.

There's lots of people

who rely on me.

So, yes.

No, I don't think

of them as friends.

That makes it harder

if I have to let them go.

Where will they go?

I don't know, Pooh.

(STAMMERS) I don't know.

Did you let me go?

I suppose I did.

Come on, Pooh.

Oh. What is that?

It's a compass, from the war.

I still keep it with me.

May I see the compass?

Yes, I suppose so.

Oh.

Shall we follow this

very handy arrow?