Part 7: The World of Narnia
46 EXT. NARNIA, LANTERN WASTE - DAY
The Pevensies step out of the wardrobe and into NARNIA.
Peter and Susan gape in amazement. They crane their heads to look up at the treetops. Susan waves her hand through the falling snow.
Lucy casually steps up next to them
Iím sure itís just your imagination.
Peter looks down at her, guilty.
I donít suppose saying weíre sorry would quite cover it.
No. It wouldnít.
She pulls out A SNOWBALL and WHIPS it at Peter.
But that might!
THE THREE OF THEM scramble into a brief, wild snowball fight. It only ends when an errant snowball flies through the air...
AND HITS A VERY GUILTY-LOOKING EDMND IN THE FACE.
Oww. Stop it!
They all stare at Edmund. Peter gives a low whistle.
You little liar.
You didnít believe her either.
Apologize to Lucy.
Edmund doesnít move. Peter takes a threatening step.
Say youíre sorry.
All right. Iím sorry.
Thatís alright. Some little children just donít know when to stop pretending.
Edmund glares, caught in his own game.
Susan cuts through the tense moment:
Maybe we should go back.
Shouldnít we at least take a look around?
I think Lucy should decide.
Iíd like you all to Mr. Tumnus!
Then Mr. Tumnus, it is.
He rummages in the wardrobe.
But we canít go hiking in the snow dressed like this.
Peter returns with FOUR FUR COATS
No. But Iím sure the Professor wouldnít mind us using these.
Peter hands out the coats. He grins at Susan.
Anyway, If you think about it "logically," weíre not even taking them out of the wardrobe.
He hands Edmund a PARTICULARLY FEMININE COAT.
But thatís a girlís coat!
Peter shoves it at him.
47 EXT. NARNIA - DAY
The four of them walk through the white world.
They gape at the lamp-post.
Edmund just glowers up at...TWO DARK HILLS IN THE DISTANCE.
48 EXT. TUMNUSí HOUSE - DAY
Lucy leads them down a narrow crevasse, around a corner.
Suddenly, she stops. The others nearly bump into her.
Lucy stares. TUMNUSí DOOR HAS BEEN WRENCHED OFF ITS HINGES.
Peter puts his hand on Lucyís shoulder, but she breaks away and runs for the door.
49 INT. TUMNUSí HOUSE - DAY
Lucy stands in the doorway, her mouth open. The others come in behind her. Susan gasps.
The little home lies RAVAGED. Smoke BLACKENS the walls.
Crockery and furniture clutter the floor, SMASHED TO BITS.
Who would do something like this?
Peter plucks up A PIECE OF PARCHMENT. CLOSE ON: "WARRANT OF ARREST, BY ORDER OF HER MAJESTY."
"The Faun Tumnus is hereby charged with High Treason against her Imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, for comforting her enemies and fraternizing with Humans.
Signed, Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police.
LONG LIVE THE QUEEN."
All right, now we really should go back.
But what about Mr. Tumnus?
If he was arrested just for being with a human, I donít think that thereís much that we can do.
But you donít understand, do you?
The others look at her, confused.
Iím the Human! She must have found out he helped me.
Edmund stares down at the SHREDDED PORTRAIT of Tumnusí father. He looks away.
Maybe we could call the police.
Susan taps the warrant.
These are the police.
She reaches out to reassure Lucy, who just turns to Peter.
Donít worry Lu. Weíll think of something.
The others turn to Edmund surprised.
(gestures to the warrant)
I mean, heís a criminal.
Susan gapes out the doorway, where...
A ROBIN HOPS from one branch to the next.
Did that bird just "psst" us?
The children step tentatively outside...
50 EXT. TUMNUSí HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
The bird stares at them a long moment, then flies away, leaving them all alone.
The Pevensies look around apprehensively. Then:
A RUSTLING COMES FROM THE WOODS.
They huddle, staring anxiously into the forest, until:
They look down to see A VERY LARGE BEAVER beckoning to them.
Itís a beaver
Peter takes a slow step toward it, holding out his hand as if to a dog. He makes a clucking noise.
Here boy. Here boy.
The Beaver puts his hands on his hips.
I ainít gonna to smell it, if thatís what you want.
Peter and Edmund stare. Susanís jaw drops. Lucy giggles.
The Beaver peers at Lucy.
He hands her a WHITE HANDKERCHIEF, embroidered with "Lucy Pevensie."
Thatís the hanky I gave to Mr.-
Tumnus. He got it to me just before they took him.
Is he all right?
The Beaver puts his finger to his lips and looks around cautiously. He beckons.
He disappears into the forest.
Lucy and Peter start to follow.
What are you doing?
Sheís right. How do we know we can trust him?
He said he knows the faun...
Heís a beaver! He shouldnít be saying anything.
The Beaver pops his head back through the thicket.
Peter holds Susanís glare.
Yes. We were just talking...
Thatís better left for somewhere safe.
He waves them forward and slips away.
Lucy turns to the others.
He means the trees.
She rushes after him, forcing the others to follow
51. EXT. NARNIA, BEAVER DAM - DUSK
Beaver leads the four children out of the forest. They gape.
Come on. We donít want to be caught out here after nightfall.
Ahead of them lies Beaverís COZY DAM. Smoke streams out the little chimney.
MR. BEAVER (contíd)
Oh, blimey. Looks like the old girl has got the kettle on.
Nice cup of rosy-lee!
Oh, itís merely a trifle, you know. Still got plenty to do. Ainít quite finished it yet. Itíll look the business when it is done.
A FROZEN RIVER lies in front of them like a green highway.
Lucy steps to the edge. A FISH HANGS FROZEN IN THE ICE.
MRS. BEAVER (O.S.)
Beaver? Is that you? Iíve been worried sick. If I find out youíve been with badger again...
The door opens. MRS. BEAVER pokes her head out and GASPS.
She runs to the Pevensies, reverent.
MRS. BEAVER (contíd)
Those arenít badgers...I never thought Iíd live to see this day.
Beaver smiles proudly. The children look at each other, confused.
Mrs. Beaver gives her husband a sharp glance.
MRS. BEAVER (contíd)
Look at my fur. You couldnít give me ten minutes warning?
Iíd give you a week if I thought it wouldíve helped.
She turns to the kids.
Come inside and weíll see if we canít get you some food. And some civilized company.
She leads them toward the lodge.
Now careful, watch your step
Excuse the mess...
Edmund lags behind, looking past the mound...at the pair of DARK HILLS BEYOND.
Enjoying the scenery, are we?
Beaver eyes the boy. Edmund shoves his hands in his pockets and heads inside.
Isnít there anything we can to do help Tumnus?
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