Part 3: Lucy Looks Into A Wardrobe
20 INT. PROFESSORíS HOUSE, WARDROBE ROOM - DAY
Lucy shuts the door behind her, spins around and stops.
The room stands empty and quiet, almost forgotten.
She stares at...A HULKING PIECE OF FURNITURE DRAPED IN CLOTH.
At the window, a fly buzzes loudly, then dies. Leaving nothing but silence.
Lucy approaches the huge shape and tentatively pulls at the cloth.
It falls away to reveal A HUGE JACOBIAN-STYLE WARDROBE.
She reaches for the knob. It sticks.
PETER (O.S.) (contíd)
She pulls again and the door pops open. Two mothballs roll out onto the floor. Inside hang FUR COATS.
PETER (O.S.) (contíd)
Lucy takes a breath and DIVES INSIDE THE WARDROBE, leaving the door just slightly ajar.
21 INT. THE WARDROBE - DAY
A sliver of light splits the darkness. Lucy peers through the crack into the room. She backs into the coats.
She backs in further, feeling for the back of the wardrobe.
She pulls back her hand, then reaches out again, confused.
She takes another step and hears...A CRUNCH
HER BREATH STEAMS. Slowly, the darkness around her lifts.
Lucy stops. She stares, amazed...AT A TREE BRANCH.
Snow falls all around her.
22 EXT. NARNIA, LANTERN WASTE - DAY
Lucy spins, palms held out to collect the falling snow. She blinks snowflakes out of her eyelashes.
She looks behind her. The light fro the Wardrobe Room still shows through the crack in the door.
Lucy peers into the forest. A LIGHT filters through the trees. She walks forward. The light gets brighter.
She steps into a clearing. And there stands...
Lucy stares up at the hissing flame.
Suddenly, SOMETHING CRUNCHES IN THE SNOW BEHIND HER. She peers into the forest. Nothing.
Then suddenly, more crunching. Lucy spins and...SCREAMS.
A CREATURE STANDS BEFORE HER, goat legs rising to a horned head. A read scarf around his neck, he carries an umbrella and an armload of wrapped packages.
He yelps and dives behind a tree, scattering his parcels.
Lucy stands frozen, wide-eyed. Waiting...
She takes a tentative step forward...
The creature peeps out from behind the tree, brandishing his umbrella in self-defense.
Lucy nervously picks up a package, trying not to scare the skittish creature.
Are you hiding from me?
His big brown eyes look her up and down. He steps out cautiously, reaching for the package.
No...I was just...I didnít want to scare you.
They stand there in the light of the lamp-post. He stares at her blonde curls. She stares at his HORNS.
If you donít mind my asking...what are you?
Iím a faun! And what about you?
You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?
Iím not a dwarf. Iím a girl.
The creature freezes, stunned.
And actually, Iím tallest in my class!
You mean to say youíre...a Daughter of Eve?
Lucy scrunches her face, confused.
My mumís name is Helen.
Yes, but...you are, in fact, human?
Yes, of course
Tumnus swallows, his face going still. He glances nervously at the forest around them.
And what are you doing here?
I donít know. I was hiding in the wardrobe in the spare room.
Spare Oom? Is that in Narnia?
Narnia? Whatís that?
Dear girl, youíre in it.
He gestures grandly.
MR. TUMNUS (contíd)
Everything from the lamp-post all the way to Castle Cair Paravel on the Eastern Ocean, every stick and stone you see, every icicle is Narnia.
This is an awfully big wardrobe.
Iím sorry. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus.
She extends her hand.
Pleased to meet you Mr. Tumnus.
Iím Lucy Pevensie.
Tumnus stares, confused.
You shake it.
Tumnus looks at it suspiciously.
I donít know. People do it when they meet each other.
Tumnus shrugs and taking her hand in two fingers, waggles it back and forth. Lucy giggles.
Lucy Pevensie from the shining city of War Drobe in the wondrous land of Spare Oom, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?
At first Lucy smiles, but then...
Thank you very much, but I probably should be getting back.
Yes, but itís only just around the corner and thereíll be a glorious fire, with toast and tea and cakes.
Perhaps weíll even break into the sardines.
I donít know...
Tumnus holds HIS UMBRELLA over Lucyís head.
Come on, itís not every day I get to make a new friend.
He smiles. She giggles.
I suppose I could come for a little while.
He offers her his arm. She takes it.
If you have sardines.
By the bucket load
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