Nanny McPhee Returns Page #4

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(ECHOlNG) The person you need,

the person you need,

the person you need...

CHlLD:
ls Nanny McPhee.

Ugh. What a surprise.

Not only do they

behave like animals,

they live like animals.

l'm covered in poo.

CYRlL:
Good news.

You'll fit right in.

There's bugger-all

to eat in here,

except this.

NORMAN:
No!

Dad's jam!

Put the jam down.

(SCOFFS)

lt's only jam.

ln case you hadn't noticed,

there's a war on.

We saved our sugar

coupons for months

to make that jam.

You touch it,

and l'll mash you.

Whoops.

Touched it.

l'm going to wake up

and this will all

be a nasty dream.

l'm going to wake up,

and l'll be in

Harrods with Mummy.

The shoe department.

My maid tells me

they have arrived,

so Mummy and l have

come to collect them.

Would you go and

fetch them for me?

l'm going to wake up,

and there'll be

some pink patent pumps.

Ceels, catch.

CELlA:
Mummy's

already ordered

a beautiful pair in mauve

with a matching cloak,

and l gather they

will be here today.

That's it.

They die.

(EXCLAlMlNG)

NORMAN:
Catch them!

(SCREAMlNG)

Come back!

WOMAN:
(WHlSPERlNG)

The person you need

is Nanny McPhee.

MAN:
(WHlSPERlNG)

The person you need

is Nanny McPhee.

WOMAN:
(WHlSPERlNG)

The person you need

is Nanny McPhee.

Nanny McPhee.

Nanny McPhee.

(CREAKlNG)

(CAWlNG)

(CREAKlNG)

(SCREAMlNG) No!

Come here, you coward.

What? What? Norman. Cyril.

(CHOKlNG) Hello,

Aunt lsabel.

Hello, dear.

NORMAN:
Come back here,

you big.. .

lSABEL:
How's your mother?

Death, death and hurting!

You lace-covered.. .

CYRlL:
Don't you call

me names, you peasant.

Celia, is that you?

You've ruined my clothes,

so l'm going to

ruin your hair!

What a lovely frock.

(BANGlNG ON DOOR)

Oh! What now?

l'm coming. l'm coming.

(THUNDER CLAPPlNG)

lsabel.

Not now, Phil.

l was wondering,

when you say, ''No,''

do you really mean no?

Now is not a good time.

l could come

back in 10 minutes.

Five, three, two?

l think l should

boil you all an egg.

(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)

For goodness' sake,

Phil, go away!

l.. . Go.. .

(THUNDER CLAPPlNG)

Good evening,

Mrs. Green.

l am Nanny McPhee.

Oh, you're it?

l mean, her? l mean.. .

Who are you?

l am Nanny McPhee.

Small ''C,'' big ''P.' '

Right, right.

Thing is, l haven't

hired a nanny.

l don't need a nanny.

l'm managing perfectly well.

l have never had a nanny

because l don't want a nanny.

l am an Army nanny,

Mrs. Green.

l have been deployed.

No, no, no, no.

There must be

some mistake.

Everything's under

control here.

Get away from me,

you oik from hell.

That's Cyril.

He's not one of mine.

He's their cousin.

Come back here,

you parasitic poshie!

And that's Norman.

Get your filthy

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