Paddington 2 Page #3

to be afraid of.

Come in. Take a seat.

We'll go somewhere else.

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

Oh, that's not good.

Oh... Um...

No.

Um...

Ah.

(CUSTOMER MUTTERING)

Just giving you

some product, sir.

Ah, jolly good. Carry on.

PADDINGTON:
All done.

I must say, it's turned out

a lot better than I expected.

What... What the devil's that?

It's, er, marmalade.

Marmalade?

Hairy marmalade.

Well, get it off!

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Oh, yuck!

What is the matter with you?

- Paddington!

- Mr. Giuseppe. I can explain.

It's really not as bad

as it looks.

(FIRE ALARM BEEPING)

Have you ever been fired,

Mr. Brown?

Well, no,

but are you quite sure

you're ready for

the workplace, Paddington?

It's a tough,

competitive world out there,

and I worry

a good-natured little bear

might get trampled underfoot.

He's right, you know?

You can't trust anyone.

That's why

I'm doing my newspaper alone.

MARY:
Darling,

is this about Tony?

JUDY:
No!

JONATHAN:

Everything is about Tony.

And the only reason no-one's

helping with your paper

is because it's so lame.

Well, at least

I'm not pretending

to be someone I'm not.

Nor am I. G-Man.

- J-Dog.

- BOTH:
Spud bounce.

But Aunt Lucy said,

"If we're kind and polite,

the world will be right."

At least

someone's making sense.

Sorry. You're kind, Mr. Brown,

and you made it to the top.

I'm nowhere near the top.

I peaked in the middle.

Now my hair's gone grey,

my belly's popped out,

and I've started to creak.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Oh, doesn't that man live in

the big house on the corner?

JONATHAN:

It's Phoenix Buchanan.

Dad's 'celebrity' client.

He's one of

our Platinum Club members.

And a very famous actor.

Or used to be.

Now he just does

dog food commercials.

Mrs. Bird doesn't like him

because he can never remember

her name.

Now then,

simmer down, simmer...

All right, little bit more.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

That's enough.

I'm sorry, I'm at my worst

tonight. I really am. I am

tickled the deepest shade

of shrimp

to have been asked here

tonight

to open this

wonderful old steam fair.

But you know,

when Madame Kozlova created

this thing

all those years ago,

she most certainly was not

thinking of people like me,

whatever I am,

'VIP, ' 'celebrity.'

I hate all that stuff.

No, no... 'West End legend, '

- that's another one.

- (CROWD LAUGHING)

No, no, she was thinking

of you guys, huh?

The ordinary people.

So, I'm gonna ask

one of you to

come up here

and open the fair.

Volunteers? Anyone.

ALL:
Me. Me.

Eeny, meeny, miney...

(GRUNTING)

...bear!

Let's have the young bear.

Why not?

- Come, come, young ursine.

- Thank you.

Up here, my furry friend.

Very good, very good.

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