Paddington 2

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PASTUZO:

Our last rainy season.

LUCY:
Just think, Pastuzo,

this time next month

we'll be in London.

Where the rivers run

with marmalade

and the streets are paved

with bread.

Did you read the book

about London?

I skimmed it.

Oh, Pastuzo.

Well, reading makes me sleepy.

But any city that can

come up with this

is all right by me.

(LUCY SIGHS)

Ooh, Pastuzo, look!

PASTUZO:
It's... It's a cub.

Lucy!

Lower me down.

Be careful.

(CUB SCREAMING)

Lower, Pastuzo. Lower.

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(YELPS)

(LUCY PANTING)

PASTUZO:
Lucy?

Lucy!

I'm afraid we're not going

to London after all.

PASTUZO:
Why not?

We've got a cub to raise.

- PASTUZO:
What's he like?

- LUCY:
Rather small.

(SNEEZES)

And rather sneezy.

But he likes his marmalade.

- PASTUZO:
That's a good sign.

- (BURPS)

LUCY:
Oh, yes, Pastuzo.

If we look after this bear,

I have a feeling he'll go far.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

PADDINGTON:
Dear Aunt Lucy.

I hope all is well

in the Home for Retired Bears.

Life in London has been

better than ever this summer.

I've really got to grips

with how things work.

- (WHIRRING)

- (SIGHS)

And it seems there's something

new to do every day.

- Guess what, Paddington?

- Hmm?

The steam fair

is coming to town.

I'm going along tonight

to write about it

- in my newspaper.

- Ooh.

Who's going to want

to read about that?

Everyone. They travel the

world in an old steam train.

- I thought you'd love it.

- I do.

Don't tell anyone, okay?

Not cool.

- Why don't we all go?

- PADDINGTON:
Good idea.

Your father's a dab hand

at the coconut shy.

"Bullseye Brown"

they used to call him.

Not anymore. Coconuts are

a young man's game.

Well, I think you're in great

shape for a man your age,

- Mr. Brown.

- Ah, thank you, Paddington.

Hang on,

how old do you think I am?

Oh, er, about 80.

- 80?

- At least.

- Just a minute, young bear.

- Hmm?

Thought I told you

to wash behind your ears.

Oh, but I did, Mrs. Bird.

I...

I wonder how

that got in there.

(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)

I really feel at home

in Windsor Gardens.

Bonjour, Mademoiselle.

Good morning, Paddington.

- I brought you breakfast.

- Thank you.

Your sandwiches always

put me in a good mood.

Morning, Doctor Jafri.

You haven't forgotten

your keys, have you?

Keys? Keys!

Oh. Oh! (SIGHS)

PADDINGTON:
Well caught.

- Thank you, Paddington.

- You're welcome.

Glorious day, Colonel.

Is it?

How absolutely thrilling.

How was your date,

Miss Kitts?

Well, he wasn't the one,

but you know what they say.

- Plenty more fish in the sea.

- Exactly.

Thank you.

(MUSICAL TRUCK HORN PLAYING)

- Morning, Paddington.

- Morning, Mr. Barnes.

- Bye, Paddington.

- Au revoir, mademoiselle.

Right, test me.

What's the quickest way

from Baker Street to Big Ben?

Ah, an easy one.

Turn right

onto Portman Square...

PADDINGTON:
Everyone has

been so kind and welcoming

even though they're very busy.

Mrs. Brown is planning to

swim to France.

It seems an awful lot

of hard work

when you can go by boat

or plane or even train.

But that's not the point.

She's been cooped up

all summer

illustrating a series

of adventure stories

and has decided

she wants one of her own.

Whoo-hoo!

PADDINGTON:
Judy has been

suffering from a broken heart.

I'm dumped? I think you'll

find you're dumped, Tony!

PADDINGTON:
Her first

reaction was to become a nun.

But she soon got over that

and has thrown herself

into a new hobby.

She found an old

printing press at school

and is starting a newspaper

with no boys.

Now all we need is some news.

PADDINGTON:

Jonathan is joining her

at big school this year.

- (TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

- He spent the holidays

building a fully-working

steam engine,

but I'm not supposed

to talk about that

- as it's "not cool."

- (BLOWS TRAIN WHISTLE)

He's got a whole new look,

and if anyone asks,

he's now called J-Dog,

and he's definitely not

into steam trains.

But Mr. Brown has been

busiest of all.

He recently had a surprise

at work.

CEO:
I am delighted

to announce,

our new Head of Risk Analysis

will be

Mr. Steve Visby.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

PADDINGTON:
And

this has prompted

what Mrs. Bird calls "a

full-blown midlife crisis."

It involves

blending his food,

painting his hair,

and engaging in a process

called "Chakrabatics."

INSTRUCTOR:
Open your mind

and your legs will follow.

(YELPS)

- Thank you, Paddington.

- Keep up the good work.

Oh, Aunt Lucy, you sent me

to London to find a home,

and it's worked out better

than I ever imagined.

I have a wonderful family.

(WHISTLES)

And have made friends

in all sorts of places.

Here, boy.

There you go, Wolfie.

I do hope if you could see me,

you'd be pleased.

Lots of love from Paddington.

- Mr. Gruber?

- (STORE BELL JINGLING)

GRUBER:

Ah, Mr. Brown, come in.

I just had a visit

from Madame Kozlova

who runs the fair.

Oh, yes?

They were having a clear out

and found all these old crates

stuffed full with memory-bilia

they thought

- had been lost forever.

- Oh!

She asked me

if I would sell it

for them while

they're in town.

And it struck me there might

be something in here

for your auntie's birthday.

Oh, good idea.

- (BUZZING)

- (GASPS)

Ah, look at this!

(TOY MONKEY GIBBERING)

It's very nice, Mr. Gruber,

but...

I know, I know,

it has to be perfect.

Well,

since Uncle Pastuzo died,

I'm the only relative

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