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.

PETER (O.S.)
Ninety-four...

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.) (cont’d)
Ninety-five...

She pulls again and the door pops open. Two mothballs roll out onto the floor. Inside hang FUR COATS.

PETER (O.S.) (cont’d)
Ninety-six...

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.

PETER (O.S.)
Ninety-seven...

She backs in further, feeling for the back of the wardrobe.

LUCY
Ouch.

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...

A LAMP-POST.

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.

LUCY
Are you hiding from me?

His big brown eyes look her up and down. He steps out cautiously, reaching for the package.

MR. TUMNUS
No...I was just...I didn’t 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.

LUCY
If you don’t mind my asking...what are you?

MR. TUMNUS
I’m a faun! And what about you? (peering) You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?

LUCY
(laughs) I’m not a dwarf. I’m a girl.

The creature freezes, stunned.

LUCY (cont’d)
And actually, I’m tallest in my class!

MR. TUMNUS
You mean to say you’re...a Daughter of Eve?

Lucy scrunches her face, confused.

LUCY
My mum’s name is Helen.

MR. TUMNUS
Yes, but...you are, in fact, human?

LUCY
(indignant)
Yes, of course

Tumnus swallows, his face going still. He glances nervously at the forest around them.

MR. TUMNUS
And what are you doing here?

LUCY
I don’t know. I was hiding in the wardrobe in the spare room.

MR. TUMNUS
Spare Oom? Is that in Narnia?

LUCY
Narnia? What’s that?

MR. TUMNUS
Dear girl, you’re in it.

He gestures grandly.

MR. TUMNUS (cont’d)
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.

LUCY
(to herself)
This is an awfully big wardrobe.

MR. TUMNUS
I’m sorry. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus.

She extends her hand.

LUCY
Pleased to meet you Mr. Tumnus.
I’m Lucy Pevensie.

Tumnus stares, confused.

LUCY (cont’d)
You shake it.

Tumnus looks at it suspiciously.

MR. TUMNUS
Why?

LUCY
I don’t 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.

MR. TUMNUS
Well, then...
(bowing formally)
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...

LUCY
Thank you very much, but I probably should be getting back.

He insists:

MR. TUMNUS
Yes, but it’s only just around the corner and there’ll be a glorious fire, with toast and tea and cakes.
(conspiratorially)
Perhaps we’ll even break into the sardines.

LUCY
I don’t know...

Tumnus holds HIS UMBRELLA over Lucy’s head.

MR. TUMNUS
Come on, it’s not every day I get to make a new friend.

He smiles. She giggles.

LUCY
I suppose I could come for a little while.

He offers her his arm. She takes it.

LUCY (cont’d)
If you have sardines.

TUMNUS
By the bucket load

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