MARY: I'm going to tell you a story
about a boy who would never grow up,
about the pirate who wished to kill him,
about the island where fairies roamed.
But this isn't the story you've heard before,
because sometimes
friends begin as enemies,
and enemies begin as friends.
Sometimes to truly understand how things end,
we must first know how they begin.
(PANTING)
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
WOMAN: Come on.
(BABY GURGLES)
(GASPING)
I love you, my son.
I love you,
my Peter.
(KISSES)
-(RINGING) - SISTER JOSEPH: Wakey, wakey!
Rise and shine!
Come on, now.
That's it. Come on.
Move along. Come on, quickly now.
Peter, we'll miss breakfast.
(BOYS WHOOPING)
The heroes have risen. They must now feed!
SISTER JOSEPH: Quiet over there!
I said quiet!
Eat that up! Now.
- I won't tell you again! -(CANE STRIKING)
(GRUNTS)
Where's the bacon?
We always have bacon rind of a weekend.
There's a war on, Peter. Rationing.
You're lucky to have any food at all.
Oh! Mother Barnabas, forgive me.
Get over there.
How much you wanna bet she's nickin' all the rations?
Shh. She'll hear ya.
She's got ears like an elephant.
- Bum like one, too. -(BOTH LAUGH)
Look.
More empty seats.
Nelson and Billy both got evacuated.
Lucky sods.
Both of them?
- When? - Don't know.
When I woke up, they were both gone.
Off to some family in Canada until the war's over.
I wouldn't mind goin' there.
Don't be daft. You gotta stay put.
For when our mums come fetch us?
Exactly.
We hunker down here. Hold the fort.
Wait for the cavalry.
(SIGHS)
Now, get on that roof and clean those filthy gutters.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
PETER: Is it safe, Mother Barnabas?
Well, I've not tested it meself, like.
You know, not recently.
But all the necessary paperwork is in order
should an orphan perish in a fall.
Now get up there!
And while you're aloft and closer to our Lord,
you may reflect on your festering souls.
Your souIs that fester as do the leaves.
See! I was right!
She's hoarding all the rations.
Where's she hiding all the grub?
Her office. No one's ever been in there.
I heard a rumor it's booby trapped.
SISTER JOSEPH: Silence, I said! Quiet!
(AIR-RAID SIREN WAILING)
(PANICKED YELLING)
Everyone, down to the shelters!
In chaos is death!
(DOOR CREAKING)
- Come on. - I don't like this.
Fort Knox.
- The lair of the dragon. -(MISSILE WHISTLING)
Whoa!
Come here.
So put your hands there.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
I need your shoe, fella.
- Could you just-- - NIBS: Quiet!
Right.
Nineteen.
Twenty.
(INHALES SHARPLY) Peter.
Ugh. What a dirty old nun.
(SNIFFS) Ugh-
(BLOWS)
NIBS: This is so unhygienic.
Why is the Virgin Mary so clean?
(NIBS YELPS)
- Nibs? - Down here!
Nibsy!
I told ya.
Booby trapped.
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
PETER: It's a treasure trove.
NIBS: Flippin' heck!
(COINS CLINKING)
(LAUGHS)
Peter!
It's the records.
Peter!
It's your file.
Is it from your mum?
What does she say?
PETER: I can't.
Will you read it?
- I meant aloud. - Oh.
"My dearest Peter.
"Everything I have done,
"I have done because I love you.
"I long for the day that I can come back for you
"and explain everything.
"Don't doubt me
"nor most importantly,
"don't doubt yourself.
"You are extraordinary."
NIBS AND MARY: "More than you can imagine."
MARY: I promise that you will see me again,
in this world or another.
-(EXPLOSION) - Come on!
(MISSILE WHISTLING)
That's my private property! Give it back!
You know, Peter, every little orphan dreams he's special.
That he'll be the one
whose mother comes a-skipping back for him.
But your mammy's not for skipping.
And why is that, hmm?
Because you're not special, Peter.
-§GRUNTS) -You're not even special
in your own way.
You're just a nasty little creature
abandoned by a feckless mammy
who's forgotten you exist.
-(YELLING) -(GASPS)
Oh! You little savage!
(BANGS TABLE) Hands! The both of ya!
He never did nothin'!
He's guilty by association.
It is time
for the pine.
Oi, Skinny.
Arnold and the twins, when did they go?
Me guess it were last night.
All the missing children,
all that dough hidden in her office.
What's Barnabas up to?
She's selling orphans.
I knew it!
I mean, is she? That's not nice.
But who in the world buys orphans at night?
That's what we have to find out.
Now, come on, let's make a plan. It'll be fun.
NIBS: I've heard that one before.
(BOYS SNORING)
(BOY FARTS)
(SNIFFING)
Cor! Who guff ed one?
Nibs y!
lneven
(GROANS)
Mmm-mmm. Mmm-mmm.
(PETER HUMMING)
(SIGHS)
This was a stupid plan. I'm going back to bed.
- Come on. -(G ROAN S)
(BOYS CONTINUE SNORING)
- Night. - Night.
(TOY WHINING)
(GROANING)
(GASPS)
(BOY YELLS)
- Nibs! - NIBS: Peter!
(PIRATE LAUGHING EVILLY)
PETER: I told you it would happen tonight.
I was right!
What? (YELPS)
(LAUGHING CONTINUES)
(BOYS SCREAMING)
Head for the stairs.
- Go! -(EXHALES SHARPLY)
- Nibs! -(NIBS YELLING)
Goodbye, Peter!
(PETER GRUNTS)
- You're comin' with me! - Let go!
(PETER SCREAMING)
-(LAUGHING) - Peter.
Holy pudding!
Prepare to set sail!
(PIRATES SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
NIBS: We've gotta get out of here.
We'll have to jump.
I can't!
NIBS: We have to!
Come on!
Nibs!
(SCREAMING)
And away we go!
-(BISHOP LAUGHING) - Come on!
Friends till death!
Peter!
Damnation. You've sunk my frigate.
Ma'am. Luftwaffe. Inbound.
Ladies.
Sector 6, sector 8, sector 12.
FERN LEY: Incoming!
Spitfire!
FERN LEY: Clear the deck! PIRATE: Ready your swords!
Oh, come on!
Ma'am, regarding identification
of the enemy, um, aircraft,
it rather resembles a, um--
Spit it out, man.
It looks like a pirate ship, ma'am.
Come again?
PIRATE; Fire!
(IMITATING AIRPLANE)
(IMITATING MACHINE GUN FIRE)
Whoa!
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERS)
(BLOWING)
(GRUNTING)
(BISHOP GRUNTING)
{GROANS) -(WHIMPERS)
Get off.
Don't go dying-
You're precious cargo.
- Am I? - Somebody thinks so.
- Is it my mother? -(LAUGHING)
(PIRATES SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Going UP!
(GASPING)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
(AIRPLANE ENGINES SPUTTERING)
(CHUCKLES)
(GASPS)
Whoa.
(YELPS)
(GROANING)
(GASPS)
PIRATE: Get out here! You little rat!
Make your move!
Come on, hurry up!
Move it! Come on!
PIRATE 1: Right this ship for docking.
PIRATE 2: Haul away!
Come on, fellas.
ORPHAN 13 Look! It's daylight.
ORPHAN 2: I wanna see this!
ORPHAN 1: What is that? ORPHAN 2: Move, I can't see.
MINE WORKERS: ♪ Hello, hello, hello, how low? ♪
♪ Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'
Is this Canada?
ALL: a' Turn the lights out a'
♪ It's less dangerous a'
♪ Here we are now a'
♪ Entertain us I
♪ I feel stupid a'
♪ And contagious a'
♪ Here we are now a'
♪ Entertain us I
♪ Hey! A'
♪ Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'
Sing!
♪ Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'
Knee“.
I don't kneel to anyone.
Oh, you'll kneel to him.
He's the pirate all pirates fear!
The original nightmare!
The man they call Blackbeard!
ALL: ♪ And I forget just why I taste ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, I guess it makes me smile r
♪ I found it hard, so hard to find r
♪ Oh, well, whatever, never mind I
♪ Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'
(BLACKBEARD LAUGHING)
♪ With the lights Out X
♪ It's less dangerous a'
♪ Here we are now a'
♪ Entertain us I
♪ I feel stupid and contagious a'
Sing for your master!
♪ Here we are now a'
♪ Entertain us I
(MINE WORKERS YELLING)
Sweet, gentle children.
You who weep molten pearls of innocent tears,
dry them, dear nippers.
For I have sprung you from life's cruel dungeon,
and hereby grant you liberty!
(ALL CHEERING)
Suffer no more.
Come unto me. You are home.
(ALL CHEERING)
Here you join orphans alike
from every corner of the globe,
every race, creed, and color.
Every age and era.
You are pioneers.
Brave creators of a new society.
For this,
my poppets, is a land of opportunity!
(ALL CHEERING)
My justice is divine.
My laws are so simple
you could write them on a pig's ear.
In fact, I have.
(LAUGHING)
Law number one,
"Those who work with bright, honest vigor
"will be rewarded with prizes
"and trophies
"and confectionery!"
(ALL CHEERING)
Law number two,
"Those who fail to work hard,
"those who skive or malinger,
"will hereby know the brooding majesty of my disapproval."
(SPRAYING)
Mark me well.
I know no pity.
(CHUCKLING) No second chances. I don't do mercy.
But remember,
don't forget to help yourselves
to lots and lots of jolly old fun!
(LAUGHING)
Hey, kiddiewinks,
welcome to Neverland!
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
SILVERMAN: Put some effort into it.
You better find me some Pixum!
- Harder! Work harder! -(BOYS GRUNTING)
Uh, Sam Smiegel, supervisor.
No, thank you. Take it off.
- Whoa! - Excuse me.
What are we digging for?
(SCOFFS) Did no one explain?
We are mining
for these little chaps.
Fairy dust, otherwise known as Pixum.
Fairies are real?
Mmm. They were real, yeah.
There were millions of them all over the island.
What happened to 'em?
Oh, Blackbeard hunted them into extinction.
- Why? - For the fairy dust.
You know, the old Pixum.
What does he want it for?
I don't have no idea.
No one knows. No one's allowed to know. (LAUGHING)
Well, you best not dwell on it. Just...
SILVERMAN: Get a move on!
Real, actual fairies.
HOOK". Hey, new kid,
you just got here on a flying pirate ship.
"Real" should be a very fluid concept for you right now.
Get to diggin'. (GRUNTS)
Give me your pick, kid.
Your hand's all messed up because your blade is blunted.
If you keep swingin' like that,
you're gonna break your wrist.
I'm Peter.
How long have you been here?
(SIGHS)
Forever.
Do you know why they want it so badly? The Pixum?
You ask too many questions, kid.
They kill for it. We die for it. End of story.
- Thanks very much. - Don't thank me.
I don't care about you.
I'm not your friend,
and I haven't got your back.
Simple as that.
Shoo, kid.
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
PETER: Fairy dust.
-(GASPS) - I found some.
That's mine!
No!
ROBBINS: I found some!
PETER: Oi, thief! I found it!
(GROANS)
Oi, small fry, button it.
Move!
(GASPING)
Give it to me.
It was me! I found the fairy Pixum!
This bogey stole it.
SILVERMAN: He said he found it.
That means he found it. Clear?
Clear as the scar on your ugly face!
(ALL GASP)
-(LAUGHS) - SILVERMAN: Take him
to the Captain! Disorder and verbals.
Move out of the way. Move it.
Get out of the way!
There... There is a procedure for this, you know.
You're not supposed to--
- Shut it, Mr. Clipboard. - Oh!
Let's see what Blackbeard makes
of this nasty little thief.
Oh, what you lookin' at? I was tryin' my best.
Well, go on, then. Back to work. Thank you.
Did you find the natives' camp?
They found us, sir.
They sprang from the trees
and laid waste to 40 of our most formidable men.
Then they disappeared
back into the forest as if they were never there.
- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. - We will get them, Captain.
Given the proper time.
Time?
Mmm.
I have sucked these mines dry.
There's almost nothing left. I must have their lands.
But these savages
continue to ambush my ships,
operating from some hidden camp,
which no one can seem to find.
And yet you assure me all will be well given the proper time.
There is no time! None!
Oh...
Excuse me, Captain.
(SIGHS)
Hey ho. (CHUCKLES)
The show must go on.
How do the miners seem?
Dirty, feverish, on the brink of collapse, sir.
Why must it be so hard?
(SIGHS)
So...
Who are we making an example of today?
MINERS: ♪ Hey ho, let's go! ♪
♪ Hey ho, let's go! a'
♪ They're forming in a straight line a'
(BOY WHIMPERING)
♪ They're going through a tight wind a'
No, no!
What's going on?
What do you think? (LAUGHS)
♪ They're piling in the backseat 4'
♪ They're generating steam heat a'
♪ Pulsating to the backbeat a'
♪ The Blitzkrieg Bop A'
Any clearer now?
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
♪ Hey ho, let's go! a'
-(ALL CHEERING) - BLACKBEARDI Yeah!
Brave heroes of Neverland,
behold these traitors.
I entrust their fate to your gracious whim.
This barbarian...
(WHISPERS) ...caught stealing from the grain store.
...was caught squealing from the grain store.
Stealing.
- Stealing. - Twice.
Twice!
(ALL BOOING)
- Will you spare him? - ALL: No!
Or do you lust for justice?
ALL: Justice!
SMEE: Yes! MINERS: Justice!
- Do they ever have mercy? - Oh, yes. They do.
Often?
Uh...
Let's go!
Don't answer that.
(PETER GASPS)
This boy has been in our mines but one day
and has already proven himself to be a thief,
a rabble rouser,
and a Pixum fraudster.
- I never! - BLACKBEARD: I ask,
shall you have mercy for the willful child?
ALL; No!
Or do ye be nasty?
ALL: Nasty!
(CHANTING) Nasty! Nasty! Nasty!
BLACKBEARD: Alack.
The people have spoken.
Think a happy thought.
(PETER SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(MINERS MURMURING)
(PETER WHOOPS)
(WHOOPING JOYFULLY)
I'll be darned.
I don't believe it! I can fly!
%THUDS) -(PETER GROANS)
(GASPS)
BLACKBEARD: 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?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Childhood ain't so jolly.
In fact, it's rather frightening.
A9 Fee?
(PETER BREATHING SHAKILY)
Are you brave, Peter?
(STAMMERS) I try to be.
Yes, of course.
Are you scared?
Yes.
Have you ever flown before?
No.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
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.
PETER: "Me... Me.
"Huh... Eh...
"Er..."
MARY: I promise that you will see me again,
in this world or another.
"Or another."
(DOOR OPENS)
Go on! Get in there!
(DOOR SLAMS)
PETER: "Or another."
(GASPS)
- HOOK: Hey, flyboy. - Yeah?
That was some little airshow you put on out there.
Could you do that again?
Who wants to know?
(GRUNTS)
Of course I can fly. You saw me.
Hmm.
Good.
Put your ear to that wall over there.
(TICKING)
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--
(GASPS)
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!
(HOOK YELLING)
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.
HOOK: Smee.
Well, go on, then. Carry on.
- HOOK: Smee. Down here! - Whoa.
- HOOK: Six o'clock. -(G ROANS)
I don't-- Yes--
HOOK". Darn it, Smee, in the basket.
(EXCLAIMS IN SHOCK)
Please don't call me Smee.
Smee, can you get me to the surface?
(WHISPERING) There is no use.
Once you're up there, you can't get anywhere else.
Not today.
(GASPS)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
Good knowing ya.
You've been a true friend.
Someday I'll find a way to repay you.
Now, send us up.
(DOOR CLOSES)
What the heck?
You just said someday you'll find a way to repay me.
Someday, not today. Get out!
SMEE: I think that's a very minor technicality.
Someday could be today, if you think about it.
- And, moreover-- HOOK". Smee!
SMEEI Yes.
HOOK: That's where we're headed.
The Skyport.
We can take one of the cable cars up to the dock.
Then you'll fly us to a ship.
Okay?
%GR0ANs) - Huh?
(LAUGHS)
(MEN SCREAMING)
Keep your head down, kid.
(MAN SCREAMS)
(MAN GROANS)
GO! Go!
(CABLE CAR BELL DINGS)
See? They anchor the galleons far enough off the dock,
so they're impossible to steal.
So you want me to fly from the dock, over to one of the--
What? Speak now, or forever hold your peace.
(ALL GASP)
SMEE: Are we meant to have stopped?
PETER; Whoa.
Heave! Heave!
Forget the Skyport. You have to do it now.
Are you waiting for a formal invitation?
- Go! Now! - I'm afraid of heights!
What? You can fly!
Yesterday was my first time.
Well, you better fly again,
or we're all gonna fall for the last time.
Might we bicker about this later?
Smee! The sword!
Yeah, that's gonna work, kid.
Get up there and wave it at 'em.
(GRUNTING)
PIRATE: Heave!
(PANTS)
(PETER SCREAMING)
-(WHOOPING) -(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
-(METAL CREAKING) -(SCREAMS)
That was close.
Do you know how to work a ship?
HOOK: How hard could it be?
- Smee! The rope! - Yes! Yes!
- Clear! - HOOK: Boy!
HOOK: Whoa!
This is a lot harder than it looks! (GRUNTING)
Yeah! We're sailin' now!
Well, do you have anything to say?
(GROANS) I worked really hard setting up that table.
What? Forget the table. Pick them up later.
If that boy makes it to the natives,
you can forget any chance of us winning this war.
All will be lost.
We'll find them, sir. They can't have gone far.
- Well, then where are they? -(RUMBLING)
(ALL LAUGH MOCKINGLY)
Get me that boy before the savages do!
(YELPS)
- Dead ahead! -(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
Ahhh!
HOOK: Smee! Get off my leg!
(SCREAMS)
(PIRATES SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
SMEE: I think I'm gonna be sick!
The wall! The wall!
Somebody, please help me!
Turn! (GRUNTS)
(PETER SCREAMING)
Smee! Get the sails up!
We need a strong headwind to make the jump!
Whatjump?
Home! We're gettin' the heck off this island!
No-ho!
You said we'd find my mother!
I'm not leaving Neverland!
(CREAKING)
Well, not now, anyway!
SMEE: Get the sails up!
The sails!
This is gonna be a little rough!
Put the sails up!
(ALL SCREAMING)
(LIQUID HISSING)
(SNIFFING)
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
(EXHALES)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
How many times...
I am not to be disturbed when I'm at the Rejuvenator!
Yes?
I am sorry, Captain, but it's about the boy.
Mmm-hmm?
The stolen ship went down in the Nevervvood.
So the boy is lost?
Yes, sir. He is a lost boy.
But our best men are searching for him now.
I am surrounded by imbeciles. Must I do everything myself?
Sir, you can't really believe
that this pipsqueak is the one.
He hardly seems capable.
His mother hardly seemed capable either,
and yet, here we are.
PETER: The deal was to help me find my mother.
You were gonna break it. That's very wrong.
HOOK: No, you broke the deal first. You lied to us.
No, I fibbed. I can fly. Just not every day.
-(CREAKING) - Whoa!
(WHIMPERING)
(GROANS) Our only way off this island
and now it's in pieces. Satisfied?
Well, yes. I'm quite content.
'Cause I don't wanna get off this island.
HOOK: All the years that I've wasted planning to get out.
All gone.
Hey! Quit messing around. It's not safe in here.
PETER". Every ship has one.
A what?
PETER". A map.
What does that say?
"Tribal Territory."
Exactly.
The prophecy said, "A boy would lead the tribe."
(HOOK LAUGHS)
So what? You don't care.
I do. Keep going.
Well, Blackbeard thinks the prophecy is about me,
which means my mum is from here,
which means the natives might know where she is.
HOOK". Are you insane?
Those savages would just as soon kill you as help you.
- Ever met one? - HOOK: No!
And I don't plan to.
Well, they might be very nice. I'm not afraid of 'em.
There's a fine line between bravery and suicide, kid.
I'm off to go find the Tribal Territory. Oh, goodbye!
SMEE: He won't last an hour out there.
His problem. Not ours.
Thing is, if he was the chosen one--
If that prophecy is real, trust me, he ain't it.
But if they thought he was...
They believed he was...
I bet they'd handsomely reward
anyone who brought him to them.
Well, they haven't got a ship.
Yeah, but they could get one.
Who's fought the pirates more than the natives?
If anyone could find a way, it's them.
HOOK: Just remember,
when we find those oh-so-sweet-natured locals,
true or not, you tell them you're their savior.
Then, we'll go our separate ways. Got it?
Why would you want to leave a place like this?
Where will you go?
I don't know. Somewhere I'm a little higher up
on the food chain, for starters.
(GASPS)
What was that?
Somethin' a little higher up on the food chain.
Oh.
Oh, that is pretty, Hook. Do you see that?
We got pirates tryin' to shoot us down with cannons.
Nearly falling a thousand feet to our deaths.
Twice. Shipwrecked.
And you see something like that
and you think to yourself,
"Oh, worth it."
PETER: Are you an orphan?
HOOK: My ma left me. That count?
PETER: Well, do you remember her?
I'm not wasting tears missing someone who never missed me.
Maybe she does.
How can you know?
Do you really believe your mum's here?
Well, she left me a note saying--
Oh, well, if she left you a note, sure.
Just 'cause yours never loved you--
-(DISTANT SHRIEKING) - HOOK: Stop.
(MUFFLED) ...doesn't mean my mum never loved me.
Stop talking right now.
(SHRIEKING)
Did you hear that?
It was a deafening nightmare shriek.
How can anyone not have heard--
HOOK: Shh.
-(CROAKING) -(ALL GASP)
(SHRIEKING)
HOOK: That's a Neverbird.
-(SMEE WHIMPERS) -(NEVERBIRD CAWING)
And so is that.
What're we gonna do?
We need a plan. We need a plan!
-(SHRIEKING) - HOOK: Run!
We'll lose them in the mist! Go!
- Go! -(PETER SCREAMING)
Run, Smee!
(SHRIEKING)
SMEE: Their faces are terrible,
but their feathers are quite lovely.
Shut up and run!
Go!
(PANTING)
(WHOOPING)
Smee!
(SMEE SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
(TRIBAL DRUM PLAYING)
HOOK: Peter!
Hook? Is that you?
HOOK: Peter.
Hook, they've got Smee.
No.
Don't worry. Everything's
-gonna be all right! -(SHRIEKING)
(BOTH SCREAM)
(BREATHING RAPIDLY)
I knew we'd find the natives.
We're saved.
-(NEVERBIRD SCREECHES) -(SMEE GROANS)
Please! I'm ready to go home now, please.
Let me handle this.
Good fair lady. We come in peace.
And with treasure.
May I proudly present to you--
(GRUNTS)
(TRIBAL MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
(NATIVES SINGING)
ALL: (CHANTING) Pan!
Pan!
Pan!Pan!
Pan!
Pan!Pan!
(YAWNING)
Pan!
(GROANS)
Smee!
- Smee! - What?
What are they singing about?
Search me!
ALL; (CHANTING) Pan! Pan!
What's going on? What's "Pan"?
The Pan is our tribe's bravest warrior.
It's our tradition to grant you the chance to win
your freedom before we kill you and your friends.
Kill? What do you mean, "kill"?
You are our sworn enemy. You're pirates.
Pirates? We're not pirates. Hold on!
The kid is the one you've been waiting for.
Listen!
Your chance to live,
your fiercest fighter against ours. Our Pan.
You win, you live.
- You lose... - I get the idea.
Huh?
Bye for now.
(MUSIC STOPS)
(YELLS)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(GRUNTS)
ALL: (CHANTING) Pan!
-(ALL LAUGHING) -(HOOK LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)
So how do we know when to start?
Whoa.
Whoa!
(GRUNTING)
- Whoa! -(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(YELLS)
"Oh!
- Smee! - What?
We have to tell them about my mother.
No one cares about your darn mother!
Sorry, that was a bit harsh.
(GROANS)
Ahh!
%GROANS) -(ALL GASP)
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
Okay.
(c; ROWLS)
(GROANS)
Your Highness.
I was hoping to get you alone.
(YELLING)
Stop!
The little one.
He wears the Pan.
(PEOPLE GASPING)
(WEAKLY) He's a boy that can fly.
I've seen it. It's terrific.
(GROANS)
TIGER LILY: We call this the Memory Tree.
It was a time of war.
Blackbeard destroyed everything in pursuit
of the Pixum.
But then, the chief made a pact
with the great fairy king,
uniting our peoples against the pirates.
One night, the king's son, the fairy prince,
found his way onto Blackbeard's ship.
Her name was Mary, the love of Blackbeard's life
and his most prized possession.
Night after night, the prince visited Mary.
But when Blackbeard discovered them,
he flew into a jealous rage.
So in order to save her, the prince took human form.
But though fairies can live many thousands of years,
in human flesh, they can live only one day.
The prince sacrificed his life for the girl he loved.
And the child of that love
was you.
Our people helped your mother hide you in the other world.
And they made you this totem,
so that when you returned, we would know it was you.
What happened to my mother?
She returned to the Nevervvood and fought for us many years.
And?
The pirates were winning the war,
and the fairies had to retreat to a hidden kingdom.
They've remained there, in hiding,
unknown by Blackbeard
until a time when they can reemerge and fight.
And my mother?
- She's with them. - She's alive?
Are you sure? I have to go to her!
- Please, take me now! - CHIEF: No.
You must be patient.
But she's waiting for me.
The fairy kingdom is the greatest secret of this land.
Our duty is to protect it.
Before we take you there,
you must prove yourself to be Mary's son.
The one we've been waiting for.
When the third moon rises,
he must fly.
(GULPS)
If he lives,
he's the one.
(SMEE CLEARS THROAT, WHISTLES)
One second.
And if he dies?
He's an imposter.
His death Will be justified.
Three days!
I've got the necklace. Isn't that enough?
You could've stolen it.
But I didn't. Tell her!
Kid's always had that thing.
How long have you known him?
- Three days. - All my life.
The flying thing is a stupid detail.
Why can't they just see that?
If you don't believe, Peter, then neither will they.
But if you do, they will, too. I promise.
Are you who they think you are?
- I don't know. - Hey.
They think you're their messiah,
that you're here to liberate them.
Are they right?
I said, I don't know!
(SNORING)
Rabbits.
(MUMBLING GIBBERISH)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
lbeheve.
I can fly!
If only Nibs was here.
He'd know how to help.
I believe.
(GROANS)
Have you seen Smee?
These things they expect me to do,
I can't do them, Hook. I've tried.
- Hey. Stop. Hey! - I can't do the things,
so I can't be the one!
Listen.
Hook, what the bloody hell am I?
You can go feeling sorry for yourself all you want, kid.
But knowing where you're from,
that's half of knowing who you are.
That's more than most of us here will ever know.
But you said that your mother left you.
Yeah. I lied. I do that sometimes.
It's called being a grown-up!
Least you know where you come from.
Born to a warrior, heir to a prince.
Does that mean you're the one? I don't know.
I don't know if there is a "one."
But I do know
that if you aren't the guy,
and you are just you,
maybe that's enough.
(GRUNTING)
(HUMMING)
- BLACKBEARD: Where's the boy? -(GASPS)
Spill the beans, or I'll spill your blood.
I'll never tell.
He's right over there.
Nope, nope. Wait, my mistake.
Pretty sure it's that way. No!
No. Right the first time.
Definitely, maybe definitely, this way.
The point is, we're very close. (CHUCKLES)
Ready the ships. Bishop, kill him.
No! Just wait!
Wait!
You might not wanna kill me just yet.
For I hold the crown jewels, you know.
- Informationally. - BLACKBEARD: Speak.
Sorry, a bit nervous. You are quite intimidating.
Speak!
Now, you know the so-called extinct fairy kingdom, hmm?
Speak.
Sorry.
I was just lookin' for you.
Well, you found me.
HOOK: Don't see things like that in the mines.
Kinda beautiful.
So, do you like sunrises?
(LAUGHS)
What is it you think you're doing?
Well, I think it's called flirting,
but if you have to ask, I might be doin' it wrong.
You're not like the men from my tribe.
Thank you.
No, they're honest.
Oh.
- Strong. Brave. - Brave.
That what you call it?
Letting my little buddy take a leap to his death.
When he ceases to doubt himself, he will fly.
How do we know there are any fairies
still left on this island
or that they'll come help fight
just 'cause they see him fly?
You have to trust us.
Why should we? You certainly don't trust us.
There's a map to the fairy kingdom.
We guard it with our lives.
Of course there is.
Why wouldn't there be a secret map to the secret kingdom?
This isn't a game.
You've seen what Blackbeard has done to Neverland already.
He'll reduce the rest of it to nothing but mine pits
if we don't stop him.
Has anybody ever told you
you have really beautiful eyes?
COMMANDING PIRATE: Fire on the foredeck,
prepare to come around.
(PIRATES SHOUTING)
Tiger Lily!
You missed.
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
(GUNS FIRING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Ha-ha!
(GASPS)
We must find Peter!
PIRATE: Shoot her!
- Peter! - Where's Hook?
All of this because of you.
No, Kwahu, wait!
(GUNSHOTS)
You're welcome. Now, come on.
Keep moving!
(GUN CLICKING)
BLACKBEARD'. Well, Well, Well.
The princess, I presume.
HOOK: Oh, well, actually, I'm just a miner,
but I appreciate the compliment.
Bishop.
(GROANS)
Go on.
BISHOP: Line them up.
Down here.
(NEVERBIRD CAWING)
All these years digging our hands raw
for tiny lumps of Pixum,
and now I learn from Mr. Smee
you know where there's a mountain of the stuff.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Nice as pie.
Tell me where the boy is
and how to find the fairy kingdom, and you may live.
Death is the greatest adventure.
Ben voyage.
(GUNSHOT)
(NEVERBIRDS CAWING)
All hail the new Chiefette.
Princess Tiger Lily.
PIRATES: (MOCKINGLY) All hail!
Tell him. He'll kill you.
He's right, you know.
(PANTING)
Nice birdie.
(SQUAWKING)
- There's a map. - Traitor.
HOOK". Don't shoot her.
She told me there's a map to the fairy kingdom.
Traitor! How dare you betray us, pirate?
I'm trying to save your lives, sweetheart.
It won't happen again.
Oh, it won't, I guarantee it.
BISHOP: Captain.
Go, kid.
(WHOOPING)
Yeah!
Kill them all!
Whoa!
BISHOP: Attack. Attack!
(WHOOPING)
(PETER SCREAMS)
No!
(SWORD CLANGING)
BLACKBEARD: Can I tell you something, Peter?
You'll never find your mother.
Yes, I will find her.
No, you really, really won't.
You'll never find your mother. Do you know why?
Because I killed her.
She died at my hand. By this very blade.
-(GASPS) - As you will, too.
Close your eyes, Peter, and think a happy thought.
Bad form, sir!
We have to run, now!
No. We have to jump.
(GROANS)
(HOOK GROANS)
Peter, are you hurt?
Well, I'm fine, too. Thanks for asking.
Don't speak to me.
Because of you, everything my people have fought to protect
-will be destroyed. _Hey__
Because of you, the Chief is dead.
- Smee was the rat. - He was your friend.
- How was I supposed to know? - You should've known.
- I'm sorry. - You should've known.
I'm sorry if I did something wrong!
Where's Peter?
Peter.
PETER: You lied.
- You all lied. - I'm sorry.
So, it's true?
It's complicated.
Is my mother alive or isn't she?
Blackbeard spoke the truth.
And you lied to me.
Had we told you she was dead,
you'd have walked away from your destiny.
Whoever it is you think I am,
whatever it is you expect me to be,
I'm not.
And I can't.
(PETER SOBBING)
I couldn't...
I didn't wanna watch you die.
You should've closed your eyes.
TIGER LILY: Blackbeard won't stop searching for Peter.
There's only one place on this island
he wouldn't dare look.
Mermaid Lagoon? Sounds pretty.
So pirates are afraid of mermaids?
Because of what we will pass through to get there.
HOOK: Yeah?
TIGER LILY: Crocodiles.
Afraid?
No, ma'am.
Find the map. Keep looking.
Does Smee please thee?
BISHOP: Pull the place apart!
- So may Smee be free? - No, you're too useful.
But Smee was promised--
Smee should cease to talk of himself in the third person,
-or Smee will be a non-person. - Yes.
(SMEE GASPS)
I found it.
It's a map to the fairy kingdom.
BLACKBEARD: Ready the ships!
We must get there before Peter.
(SCREAMS)
Grab the torches. They're afraid of the light.
Did we scare 'em off?
Oh, come on. They can fly?
Keep waving the torches.
There!
HOOK: Peter!
Peter!
I think I see him.
Where?
- Reach for my hand! - PETER: (MUFFLED) Help! Help!
Peter.
What happened?
What the heck are those?
I don't know, but I think you're gonna like 'em.
You could say that again.
Hey, hey, hey. Don't go.
- I'm gonna check it out. - Be careful.
Who's more careful than me?
I'm sorry I didn't tell you what happened to your mother.
But Blackbeard didn't tell you the whole truth either.
Let me show you.
The mermaids charged these waters with memories.
You can see the past.
Deep breath.
There's no time.
Blackbeard's men nearly have us.
Go to the fairy kingdom. Hide. Keep our people safe.
You should never have come back, Mary.
And yet, here you are.
Ready to die for them rather than live with me.
(MARY GROAN S)
No. Mary.
No! No.
No!
(GASPS)
She was a warrior.
A great warrior. Her sacrifice still inspires us.
Did you know her?
She trained me.
Would she have been proud of me?
Yes.
Very.
But what if I can't do what she did?
What if I fail to fulfill the prophecy?
And what if you fail to try, Peter?
What are you then?
HOOK". Hey!
You've gotta see this.
Now, the hull's a little banged up.
And see those teeth marks? Boy, those crocs can jump.
But once I get her fixed up, she's gonna be in good shape.
For what?
To get us the hell off this island.
You're going to run like a coward?
Well, I never really thought of it in those exact terms,
but, generally speaking, yes.
And where will you go?
Home. It's, you know,
where I come from.
Home's not where you come from. It's where you make it.
So help me do that.
Anyone that survived Blackbeard's attack is in the mine by now.
And I've been there, and I'm not going back.
Not for anything or anyone.
Well, if you have no reason to stay, then go.
Go now. Leave us to die.
I don't want you to die.
I want you to come with me.
And if I don't?
Then that's your decision. Nof mine.
Well, kid.
Looks like the old gang's back together.
Let's get this ship in the air.
Let's get one thing straight.
I'm not the chosen one,
and the prophecy wasn't about me if it was ever real at all.
But I am my mother's son.
And if Blackbeard is going to destroy everything my parents died for,
I'll stand against him to the last. Just like they did.
Now,
take me to the fairy kingdom.
TIGER LILY: It's just as the Chief described it.
These are words.
- What language is it? - TIGER LILY: Must be fairy.
I can read.
I can read it.
What does it say?
"Only the prince who bears the key shall pass."
Just that.
Then some boring stuff about the great fallen dead.
It means we need a key.
Then this was all for nothing.
BLACKBEARD". No, I wouldn't say that.
"The prince who bears the key."
Don't you see, Peter?
- I am the... - BLACKBEARD: You bear the key.
I do?
You've had it all along.
- She knew I'd come for her. - BLACKBEARD: Yes.
Mum tries to protect the kingdom by giving son the key.
I kill Mum, but fail to kill the son.
In turn, son fails to protect the kingdom by giving me the key.
Mum would be very disappointed.
Wouldn't she?
(SNIFFING)
Eternity beckons.
I will live forever.
Wakey, wakey! Rise and shine!
That's where we're going.
The fairy hive.
Destroy that, and we destroy them all.
Yes!
Yes! Oh! Come!
(BLACKBEARD LAUGHING)
Come on. Come.
Yes.
(FAIRY TINKLING)
PETER". Her name's Tinkerbell.
I can hear her.
They've been waiting for you, Peter.
(TINKERBELL SQUEAKING)
You have to get away from here!
He's going to destroy you all.
I know what I was meant to do, but I failed.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
All right, boys, let's burn them!
Burn them!
Bum them, burn them, burn them!
- Burn them all! - No!
Please, I'll do anything!
- Please! - Oh, don't beg.
Anything.
No. It's bad form to beg.
Where's your sense of honor, boy?
Now, kneel.
I said kneel!
I am the son of a warrior and a prince.
I will never bow to you.
If you're gonna kill me, then get on with it.
As you wish.
You don't have to do this.
No.
But I really want to.
Did you miss me?
(CHUCKLES)
Why is it always him?
(GASPS)
Jump!
(SCREAMS)
You came back! I thought you didn't care!
Like I said, sometimes I lie.
Come on!
I can't let Blackbeard get to the hive!
Hard to port!
Mind if I cut in?
(PIRATE SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
We've gotta help her!
Take the wheel!
You're gonna get this puppy as close to them as you can.
- Okay! - And I'll jump across!
Hold on!
(GRUNTING)
BISHOP: Captain!
(LAUGHING)
No.
Peter, no!
(YELLING)
(LAUGHING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
No.
(STRAINING)
It's over, boy.
Come.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
You! Grab that girl!
Pan!
I can fly!
Look at me, Hook, I'm flying!
All right, you don't have to crow about it.
Whoa!
Crow all you want! Just don't drop me!
Go on.
(FAIRIES SQUEAKING)
If we're gonna beat him,
we're gonna do it together.
Do you hear me?
(FAIRIES SQUEAKING)
Good!
Now, come on, then.
BLACKBEARD: Fire!
(FAIRIES SQUEAKING)
PETER: Ready?
Go!
(PIRATE SCREAMING)
(PIRATES YELPING)
(SCREAMING)
(WHOOPING)
Got you!
Think a happy thought.
(SCREAMING)
BLACKBEARDI No!
Boy!
♪ Hello A'
Peter.
Mum?
MARY: You found me.
I have your eyes.
You have my heart.
I've imagined this moment my whole life, and now...
I love you, Mum. So much.
I don't know how you can miss someone you've never met,
but I've missed you every day.
Every day?
Without you, I'm lost again. What do I do now?
You're not lost.
You are home.
On this island, with these people.
Your people.
Your family.
You must never give up on them,
as you never gave up on me.
But, Mum,
I don't want to lose you again.
MARY". You'll never lose me.
I'll always be part of this Neverland.
And a part of you.
I love you, my son.
My Peter.
My Peter Pan.
(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(BOYS SNORING)
Peter.
Peter?
You thought I'd leave you here.
- No, I never. - Feel like some fun?
Yes, please.
(SNORING LOUDLY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(BOYS LAUGHING)
(ALL GASPING)
All right, gentlemen.
- Hold on tight. - NIBS: Peter!
You don't have a rope.
We have a lot to talk about.
(ALL CHEERING)
(PETER LAUGHS)
(GROWLING)
I thought you were leaving.
Change of heart.
Will you take the wheel, please?
You don't want to go home?
I already am.
(CHUCKLES)
NIBS: Is he a pirate, too?
No.
Not yet, anyway-
Which way shall we go?
- Set a course! - Set a course!
Hey, who's in charge here?
Well, I'm the captain.
And I'm the chosen one.
We'll have plenty of time to argue about that later, flyboy.
Suit yourself, Captain Hook.
Set a course.
Second to the right and straight on till morning.
(ALL CHEERING)
BOY: Neverland!
Neveﬂand!
PETER: We'll always be friends, Hook. Won't we?
HOOK: Always. What could possibly go wrong?
English - SDH