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Nasty!

Nasty! Nasty! Nasty!

Alack.

The people have spoken.

Think a happy thought.

I'll be darned.

I don't believe it! I can fly!

%THUDS)

- (PETER GROANS)

Neverland is a dream

from which you never wake.

Ever had that one?

A dreadful nightmare

you know is not real,

but your sleep is so heavy,

so deep, so delicious

that you just can't wake up.

Drowning in sleep.

Slow dream

drowning in

the soft, black sea.

Do you know that sea, Peter?

It's death, boy.

Murmuring to you.

It's where we end.

Most of us.

Would you like some chocolate?

Childhood ain't so jolly.

In fact,

it's rather frightening.

A9 Fee?

Are you brave, Peter?

I try to be.

Yes, of course.

Are you scared?

Yes.

Have you ever flown before?

No.

Beyond that wall,

there are savage people.

They have an ancient prophecy

from when the fairy kingdoms

reigned on this island.

The prophecy tells of a boy

born of the love

between a fairy prince

and a human girl.

A boy who would be

disappeared from this world

until he was old enough

to return and lead

an uprising against me.

A boy, so says the prophecy,

who could fly.

Have you come to kill me,

Peter?

I don't believe

in bedtime stories.

"Me... Me.

"Huh... Eh...

"Er... "

I promise that

you will see me again,

in this world or another.

"Or another. "

Go on! Get in there!

"Or another. "

Hey, flyboy.

- Yeah?

That was some little airshow

you put on out there.

Could you do that again?

Who wants to know?

Of course I can fly.

You saw me.

Hmm.

Good.

Put your ear

to that wall over there.

Now that's the sound

of a blast cap

I stuck to the other side.

Set to go off in 30 seconds.

If I fly, you'll help me

find my mother?

I reckon she's here

on the island.

It's not a negotiation, kid.

Without me,

you're stuck in this cell.

Without me,

you're stuck in these mines.

Okay, then

we'll talk about it.

Just move away from that wall

before you get yourself

blown up, all right?

- So, what's it gonna be?

- Kid!

Tick

took.

Okay, we have a deal, just...

Flyboy?

Hurry! Slide down.

They'll be comin' for us.

If I'm gonna trust you,

I need to know your name.

It's Hook.

The name's James Hook.

"Happy?

- No!

Left foot

in front of the other,

put the right one

in front of the other.

That's it. It's called walking.

Off you go. Go on.

Smee.

Well, go on, then. Carry on.

Smee. Down here!

- Whoa.

Six o'clock.

I don't... Yes...

HOOK". Darn it, Smee,

in the basket.

Please don't call me Smee.

Smee, can you get me

to the surface?

There is no use.

Once you're up there,

you can't get anywhere else.

Not today.

Good knowing ya.

You've been a true friend.

Someday I'll find a way

to repay you.

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