Goodbye Christopher Robin Page #5

what's funny about it.

The boy has

ridiculous expectations...

...because you have made him

ridiculous promises.

Just as you did with me.

First, I had a baby

just to cheer you up.

Nearly killed me.

And it didn't cheer you up.

Then we move

to the countryside,

surrounded by wild animals.

The whole point was that

there are no wild animals.

And the only response you have

is to be facetious. Really.

Nothing is enough for you.

Daphne?

Daphne!

Oh, Alan!

How lovely to see you.

Welcome to your study.

Look, here's a desk.

Do you remember "desks"?

What are you talking about?

You said you were bringing us

here to write something.

So write something!

You are a writer

who doesn't write!

I'm thinking.

Well, let's hear

your great thoughts.

I'm thinking about

where we go next.

London!

No, not us. England.

Where does England go next?

The country

is wounded, Daph.

It's lost men, yes.

But it's lost more than that.

We need a sense of purpose.

Don't you see?

The nations of the world,

they got together

and banned slavery.

What if we did

the same with war?

What if we all, all nations,

got together and decided...

...that when there was

a conflict,

when there was a dispute,

war was no way to settle it.

War would go the way

of the slave trade.

Yes, that proves

my point exactly.

No, you weren't

making a point.

My point is

I have to go to London

to look at Whiteleys'

new wallpaper collection.

ALAN:
Right. Fine.

DAPHNE:
Yes, it is fine.

Because do you know what writing

a book against war is like?

No. Tell me.

It's like writing a book

against Wednesdays.

Wednesdays, Blue,

are a fact of life...

...and if you don't like them, you could

stay in bed but you can't stop them...

...because Wednesdays

are coming

and if today isn't actually

a Wednesday it soon will be.

Goodbye.

Fine. When will you be back?

I'm not coming back.

You're not coming back. Fine.

I know you, Blue,

you're a writer.

If you don't start writing properly soon,

you'll be unbearable.

Write and I'll come back.

If you don't, then I shan't.

ALAN:
What about Billy?

DAPHNE:
What about Billy?

ALAN:
You'll have to

take him with you.

Boys are not interested

in wallpaper.

They're not interested

in being quiet either.

Perhaps if Ma'am

is going to London...

...we could both come

and I could take him

to the zoo?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(AS EDWARD BEAR)

Christopher Robin, allow me to

introduce you

to my older brother, um...

Winnie, apparently.

Winnie.

That's a girl's name.

Well, our mother would have

preferred a girl.

I should think

if you look like that,

you can call yourself

whatever you like.

(BEAR GROWLS)

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