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The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

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The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is a 2005 British high fantasy about four children named Peter, Edmund, Susan and Lucy Pevensie who travel through a wardrobe to the land of Narnia and learn of their destiny to free it with the guidance of a lion messiah.

Directed by Andrew Adamson. Written by Ann Peacock, Andrew Adamson, Christopher Markus, and Stephen McFeely, based on the novel by C.S. Lewis.
Some journeys take us far from home. Some adventures lead us to our destiny. (taglines)

Aslan

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  • Welcome Peter, son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, daughters of Eve. And welcome to you, Beavers. You have my thanks. But where is the fourth?
  • If the witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently, for when a willing victim has committed no treachery is killed in a traitor’s stead, the stone table will crack and even death itself will turn backwards.
  • [to Peter] Peter, there is a Deep Magic more powerful than any of us that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right from wrong, and governs all our destinies. Yours... and mine.
  • To the glistening Eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy, the Valiant. To the great Western Wood, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant Southern sun, Queen Susan, the Gentle; and to the clear Northern sky I give you King Peter, the Magnificent. Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us 'til the stars rain down from the heavens.
  • No! Stay your weapons. This is. Peter, clean your sword. Relax.

Lucy Pevensie

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  • Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe just like I told you!
  • [to Mr. Tumnus] I’m Lucy Pevensie.

Peter Pevensie

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  • [to Mr. Beaver] I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes!

Susan Pevensie

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  • Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword it doesn't make you a hero! Just drop it!

Edmund Pevensie

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  • [to White Witch] Tell him to let me go, I didn't do anything wrong to him!

Mr. Tumnus

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  • It was the White Witch. She was the one who made it always winter, always cold. She gave orders.

White Witch

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  • Tonight, the Deep Magic will be appeased. But tomorrow, we will take Narnia... forever!

Mrs. Macready

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  • Professor Kirke is not accustomed to having children in this house. And as such, there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shouting or running, no improper use of the dumbwaiter...NO...touching of the historical artifacts! And above all, there shall be no disturbing of the professor.

Dialogue

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Lucy: [holds out her hand] Pleased to meet you.
[Mr. Tumnus looks at her hand curiously]
Lucy: Oh, you shake it.
Mr. Tumnus: Why?
Lucy: I…I don't know. People do that when they meet each other.
Edmund: Leave me alone!
White Witch: What is it now, Ginarrbrik?
Edmund: Make him let me go! I didn't do anything wrong!
Ginarrbrik: How dare you address the Queen of Narnia?
Edmund: I didn't know!
Ginarrbrik: You will know her better hereafter!
White Witch: Wait! What is your name, Son of Adam?
Edmund: Edmund.
White Witch: And how, Edmund, did you come to enter my dominion?
Edmund: I'm not sure. I was just following my sister.
White Witch: Your sister? How many of you?
Edmund: Four. Lucy's the only one that's been here before. She said she met some faun called Tumnus. Peter and Susan didn't believe her. I didn't, either.
White Witch: Edmund, you look so cold. Will you come and sit with me? Now, how about something hot to drink?
Edmund: Yes, please, Your Majesty.
Ginarrbrik: Your drink, sire.
Edmund: How did you do that?
White Witch: I can make anything you like.
Edmund: Can you make me taller?
White Witch: Anything you'd like to eat.
Edmund: Turkish Delight?
White Witch: Edmund? I would very much like to meet the rest of your family.
Edmund: Why? They're nothing special.
White Witch: Oh, I'm sure they're not nearly as delightful as you are. But you see, Edmund, I have no children of my own. And you are exactly the sort of boy who I could see, one day, becoming Prince of Narnia. Maybe even King.
Edmund: Really?
White Witch: Of course, you'd have to bring your family.
Edmund: Do you mean, Peter would be king too?
White Witch: No! No, no. But a king needs servants.
Edmund: I guess I could bring them.
White Witch: Beyond these woods, you see those two hills? My house is right between them. You'd love it there, Edmund. It has whole rooms simply stuffed with Turkish Delight.
Edmund: Couldn't I have some more now?
White Witch: No! Don't want to ruin your appetite. Besides, you and I are going to be seeing each other again very soon.
Edmund: I hope so, Your Majesty.
White Witch: Until then, dear one. I'm gonna miss you.
Lucy: I'm back, I'm back, it's alright.
Edmund: Shut up, he's coming!
Peter: You know, I'm not sure if you two have gotten quite the idea of this game!
Lucy: But weren't you wondering where I was?
Edmund: That's the point! That's why he was seeking you!
Susan: Does this mean I win?
Peter: I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore.
Lucy: I've been gone for hours.
Susan: The only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe.
Peter: One game at a time, Lu, we don't all have time for your imagination.
Lucy: But I wasn't imagining!
Susan: That's enough, Lucy.
Lucy: I wouldn't lie about this!
Edmund: Well, I believe you.
Lucy: You do?
Edmund: Yeah, of course. Didn't I tell you about the football field in the bathroom cupboard?
Peter: Oh, will you just stop. You just have to make everything worse, don't you?
Edmund: It's just a joke.
Peter: When are you gonna learn to grow up?
Edmund: SHUT UP! YOU THINK YOU'RE DAD, BUT YOU'RE NOT! [Edmund runs out of the room]
Susan: Well, that was nicely handled! [Susan leaves the room as well]
Lucy: It was really there...
Peter: Susan's right, Lucy. That's enough.
Mrs. Macready: [runs down the corridor, flustered, tying her nightgown] You, children, are one shenanigan shy of sleeping in the stables! [stops abruptly, startled to see the Professor] Professor, I'm sorry. I told them you were not to be disturbed.
Professor Kirke: It's alright, Mrs. Macready. I'm sure that there's an explanation. But, first of all, I think this one is in need of a little hot chocolate.
Mrs. Macready: Yes, Professor. [to Lucy] Come along, dear.
Professor Kirke: [clears throat, as Peter and Susan follow Kirke into his office] You seem to have upset the delicate internal balance of my housekeeper.
Peter: We're very sorry, sir. It won't happen again.
Susan: It's our sister, sir. Lucy.
Professor Kirke: The weeping girl.
Susan: Yes, sir. She's upset.
Professor Kirke: Hence the weeping.
Peter: It's nothing. We can handle it!
Professor Kirke: [sarcastically] Oh, I can see that.
Susan: She thinks she's found a magical land. In the upstairs wardrobe.
Professor Kirke: What did you say?
Peter: Um, the wardrobe, upstairs. Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside.
Susan: She won't stop going on about it.
Professor Kirke: What was it like?
Susan: Like talking to a lunatic.
Professor Kirke: No, no, no, not her. The forest.
Peter: You're not saying you believe her?
Professor Kirke: You don't?
Susan: But, of course not! I mean, logically, it's impossible.
Professor Kirke: What do they teach in schools these days?
Peter: Edmund said they were only pretending.
Professor Kirke: And he's usually the more truthful one, is he?
Peter: No. This would be the first time.
Professor Kirke: Well, if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically, we must assume she's telling the truth.
Peter: You're saying that we should just believe her?
Professor Kirke: She's your sister, isn't she? You're her family! You might just try acting like one!
Edmund: Why can't we play hide-and-seek again?
Peter: I thought you said it was a kids' game.
Susan: Besides, we could all use the fresh air.
Edmund: It's not like there isn't air inside....
Edmund: Ow! Stop it!
Peter: You little liar!
Edmund: You didn't believe her, either!
Peter: Apologize to Lucy. Say you're sorry.
Edmund: All right, I'm sorry!
Lucy: That's alright. Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending.
Edmund: Oh, very funny.
Susan: Maybe we should go back?
Edmund: But should we at least take a look around?
Peter: I think Lucy should decide.
Lucy: I'd like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!
Peter: Well, then, Mr. Tumnus, it is.
[The children step outside, they hear rustles from the bushes. Mr. Beaver approaches.]
Lucy: It's a beaver.
Peter: [Holds out his hand, approaching Mr. Beaver and clicking his tongue] Here, boy. Come here.
Mr. Beaver: [stares at it then sits upright] Well, I ain't gonna smell it, if that's what you want!
Mr. Beaver: Look. Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the secret police, it's all happening because of you!
Susan: You're blaming us?
Mrs. Beaver: No, not blaming. Thanking you.
Mr. Beaver: There's a prophecy. "When Adam's Flesh and Adam's bone sits in Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done."
Susan: You know, that doesn't really rhyme.
Mr. Beaver: Yeah, I know it don't, but you're kind of missing the point!
White Witch: Tell me, Edmund. Are your sisters deaf?
Edmund: No.
White Witch: And your brother. Is he unintelligent?
Edmund: Well, I think so. But Mum says...
White Witch: [gets up from her throne, furious] Then HOW DARE YOU COME ALONE?!
Edmund: I tried!
White Witch: Edmund, I asked so little of you.
Edmund: They just don't listen to me!
White Witch: You couldn't even do that.
Edmund: I did bring them halfway. They're at the little dam with the Beavers.
White Witch: Well. I suppose you're not a total loss then, are you?
Edmund: Well, I was wondering, could I maybe have some more Turkish delight now?
White Witch: [to Ginarrbrik] Our guest is hungry!
Ginarrbrik: This way for your num-nums.
White Witch: Maugrim? You know what to do.
Susan: Do you think we'll need jam?
Peter: Only if the Witch serves toast!
Mr. Tumnus: If... If you're not going to eat that... I'd get up, but... but my legs.
Edmund: Mr. Tumnus.
Mr. Tumnus: What's left of him. You're Lucy Pevensie's brother.
Edmund: I'm Edmund.
Mr. Tumnus: Yes. Yes, you have the same nose. Is your sister all right? Is she safe?
Edmund: I don't know.
White Witch: My police tore that dam apart. Your little family are nowhere to be found. Where did they go?
Edmund: I don't know!
White Witch: Then you're of no further use to me.
Edmund: Wait! The beaver said something about Aslan!
White Witch: Aslan? Where?
Edmund: I...
Mr. Tumnus: He's a stranger here, Your Majesty. He can't be expected to know anything.
White Witch: I said, where is Aslan?
Edmund: I... I don't know. I left before they said anything. I wanted to see you!
White Witch: Guard!
Guard: Your Majesty.
White Witch: Release the faun. Do you know why you're here, faun?
Mr. Tumnus: Because I believe in a free Narnia.
White Witch: You're here because he turned you in for sweeties. Take him upstairs and ready my sleigh. Edmund misses his family. Those coats anymore.
Mrs. Beaver: You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?
Mr. Beaver: Well, you never know if your next meal's going to be your last. Especially with your cooking.
Peter (noticing the waterfall is starting to crack and collapse) Hold onto me!!
[Peter stabs the ice with his sword. The waterfall plunges down on them and sweeps them away. The beavers propel the chunk of ice to shore. Peter stands up holding Lucy’s coat in his hand, but no Lucy.]
Mrs. Beaver: Lovely.
Susan: What have you done? Lucy!?! LUCY!!!
Lucy: [off-screen] Has anyone seen my coat?
Mr. Beaver: Don’t you worry, dear. Your brother’s got you well looked after.
Mrs. Beaver: And I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore.
Ginarrbrik: It's so warm out. I'll go and check the sleigh.
Wolf: Your Majesty. We found the traitor. He was rallying your enemies near the Shuddering Woods.
White Witch: Ah. Nice of you to drop in. You were so helpful to my wolves last night. Perhaps you can help me now.
Fox: Forgive me, Your Majesty.
White Witch: Oh, don't waste my time with flattery.
Fox: Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you.
White Witch: Where are the humans headed?
Edmund: Wait! No! Don't. The beaver said something about the Stone Table, and that Aslan had an army there.
White Witch: An army? Thank you, Edmund. I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty before he dies.
Edmund: No!
White Witch: Think about whose side you're on, Edmund, mine or theirs? Go on ahead, gather the faithful. If it's a war Aslan wants, it's a war he shall get.
Aslan: That is Cair Paravel, Castle of the four thrones. In one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King. [Peter looks down] You doubt the prophecy?
Peter: No, that's just it. Aslan, I'm not who you think I am.
Aslan: Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat. [chuckles] Peter, there is a deep magic more powerful than any of us that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right from wrong, and governs all our destinies. Yours, and mine.
Peter: But I couldn't reach out over my own family.
Aslan: You brought them safely this far.
Peter: Not all of them.
Aslan: Peter, I will do what I can to help your brother, but I need you to consider what I ask of you. I, too, want my family safe.
Lucy: You look like Mum.
Susan: Mum hasn't had a dress like this since before the war.
Lucy: We should bring her one back. A whole trunk full!
Susan: If we ever get back. I'm sorry I'm like that. We used to have fun together, didn't we?
Lucy: Yes. Before you got boring.
Susan: Oh, really? [she splashes Lucy with water. Lucy splashes her back and they both end up wet and laughing. Susan pulls a towel from a branch to reveal a wolf’s faces inches from her own, scaring them.]
Maugrim: Please don’t run. We’re tired.
Vardan: And we'd prefer to kill you quickly.
[Throws towel. Cut to Peter and Aslan. Susan's horn is blown off the camera.]
Peter: Susan! [Peter runs in her direction.]
[Susan and Lucy are in a tree and wolves are trying to get them. Peter charges across the river brandishing his sword as Susan hauls her feet up.]
Peter: Get back!
Lucy: Peter! Ah!
[Lucy and Susan watch as the wolves encircle Peter.]
Maugrim: Come on. We've already been through this before. We both know you haven't got it is you.
Susan: Peter! Watch out!
[Aslan and a small group of soldiers appear. Aslan pins the second wolf to the ground.]
Aslan: No! Stay your weapons. This is Peter’s battle.
Maugrim: You may think you’re a king, but you’re going to die... LIKE A DOG! [leaps at Peter]
Susan: Look out!
[Peter stabs Maugrim with his sword, both fall to the ground.]
Lucy: PETER!!
Susan: NO!
[Susan and Lucy leap to the ground. They push the wolf away to reveal a shaken up Peter whom they both hug. Aslan releases the other wolf, Vardan, who runs away.]
Aslan: After him. He’ll lead you to Edmund. [Oreius nods and they charge after the other wolf.] Peter. Clean your sword. [cut to shot of Peter placing his sword in the grass and Aslan removing his paw from his shoulder.] Rise, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane, Knight of Narnia.
[Peter, Lucy and Susan all smile at each other.]
White Witch: You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan.
Aslan: His offense was not against you.
White Witch: Have you forgotten the sacred laws upon which Narnia was built?
Aslan: [snarling] Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch! I was there when it was written.
White Witch: Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property.
Peter: Try and take him, then.
White Witch: Do you think that mere force will deny me my right, little king? Aslan knows that unless I have blood, as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water. That boy will die on the Stone Table as is tradition. You dare not refuse me.
Aslan: Enough! I shall talk with you alone.
[Lucy is tossing and turning in her bed. She sits up suddenly as we see the shadow of Aslan go past]
Lucy: [whispers] Susan.
[Susan wakes up. The girls get up and creep out from their tent and follow Aslan. They dart behind trees until Aslan realizes they’re following him.]
Aslan: Shouldn't you both be in bed?
Lucy: We couldn't sleep .
Susan: Please, Aslan. Couldn't we come with you?
Aslan: I would be glad of the company for a while. Thank you.
[They grasp his mane and walk beside him for a while.]
Aslan: It is time. From here, I must go on alone.
Susan: But, Aslan...
Aslan: You have to trust me. For this must be done. Thank you, Susan. Thank you, Lucy. And farewell.
[Susan leads Lucy off towards another area of the woods where they can see the Stone Table. The Table is surrounded by the Witch's creatures, holding torches and jeering as Aslan walks up the steps to the table. The Witch steps up onto the table, wearing a gray dress. She holds a stone knife in front of her. Aslan sees this and seems even sadder. He stops in front of the Table.]
White Witch: Behold. The great lion.
[Otmin pokes him with the sharp end of his ax before slamming it into him and knocking Aslan to the floor.]
Ginarrbrik: Do you want some milk?
Lucy: [to Susan] Why doesn't he fight back?
White Witch: Bind him!
Random Creature: Tie him up! Get him!
[The creatures tie his legs and muzzle him.]
White Witch: Wait! Let him first be shaved. [as the creatures begin cutting off Aslan's mane.] Bring him to me. [as Aslan is dragged onto the Stone Table before the Witch’s feet. She kneels beside him.] You know, Aslan, I'm a little disappointed in you. Did you honestly think by all this you could save the human traitor? You are giving me your life and saving no one. [she chuckles] So much for love. [she stands up and addresses the crowd] Tonight... the Deep Magic will be appeased! But tomorrow, we will take Narnia... FOREVER!!! [the music gets faster] In that knowledge, despair... [Aslan and Lucy’s eyes lock] ...and DIE!!! [She plunges in the knife and Aslan’s eyes widen in shock and pain before slowing closing. Lucy and Susan begin sobbing.] The Great Cat... IS DEAD!!! [The rabble cheers loudly. She addresses Otmin] General. Prepare your troops for battle. However, short it may be.
Edmund: Fire!
Mr. Beaver: Yes!
Peter: Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!
Susan: Where are you going?
Aslan: Hang on!
White Witch: I have no interest in prisoners. Kill them all.
Mr. Beaver: Go on!
Peter: For Narnia and for Aslan!
Aslan: The glistening Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. The great Western Wood, King Edmund the Just. The radiant Southern Sun, Queen Susan, the Gentle and the clear Northern Sky, I give you King Peter, the Magnificent.
All: Long live King Peter! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Susan! Long live Queen Lucy!
[At night, Lucy approaches, opens the door and looks inside. A voice makes her turn around.]
Professor: I don't think you'll get back in that way. You see... I've already tried.
Lucy: Will we ever go back?
Professor: Oh, I expect so. But it'll probably happen when you're not looking for it. All the same... [whispers] best to keep your eyes open. [They walk out of the room and the wardrobe door opens a crack and light shines out and we hear Aslan roar.]

Cast

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The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis
  The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe     Novel (1950) · Television serial (1967) · Film (1979) · Television serial (1988) · Film (2005)  
  Prince Caspian     Novel (1951) ·   · Television serial (1989) · Film (2008)  
  The Voyage of the Dawn Treader     Novel (1952) ·   · Television serial (1989) · Film (2010)  
  The Silver Chair     Novel (1953) · · Television serial (1990) ·
  The Horse and His Boy     Novel (1954) ·      
  The Magician's Nephew     Novel (1955) ·      
  The Last Battle     Novel (1956) ·      
  See also     Novel series (1950–1956) · BBC serials (1988–1990) · Silverchair (band named after The
  Silver Chair) · Film series (2005–present) · Last words in the film series
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