Nanny McPhee Page #3

That doesn't count.

- [guillotine clunks]

- I've got my work to be getting on with.

[guillotine squeaks, then drops]

I really am hungry, Evangeline.

Could you maybe bring me

some secret toast and jam?

All right, forget the jam.

Just some secret toast.

[match flares]

[fire crackles]

Shall I plump the cushion

on Mrs Brown's chair?

I know you like to plump it yourself

sometimes.

Oh, no, that's...that's all right.

You plump away, Evangeline. Thank you.

I was wondering if I might make

Master Sebastian a piece of toast.

Yes, I should think...

Er...no, under no circumstances. No.

I could do it secret-like.

No, they'll hear him chewing

and then we're done for.

No, they get nothing.

Righto, Mr Brown.

[mysterious woman's voice]

The person you need is Nanny McPhee.

Nanny McPhee.

[sighs]

No supper.

Discipline. That's more like it.

[whirring]

[squeaks]

[squeaking echoes]

[mouse squeaks]

[whimpers]

[gasps]

Now, you listen here, you pustular tykes.

You ain't allowed in this kitchen,

not now, not ever.

I have it in writing.

Well, dear, the agency has closed its doors.

What am I to do? Aunt Adelaide says...

Your children are out of control, Cedric.

And there was that thing she said

about their needing a female influence. I...

You know what she's like.

She'll stop the allowance

unless I marry again and give them

a new mother within the month.

A month. I mean, it's unbearable.

But l... I had to... I had to promise.

Remember we talked about

what would happen without her money.

The bank will take the house.

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