분야
hwp [magical tinkling]
[man] We must begin our story, sad to say,
with an empty chair.
If it were not empty,
we would not have a story.
But it is, and we do, and it is time to tell it.
[birds twitter]
[whooshing and tinkling]
This is the story of my family,
of my seven children, who are all very clever
but all very, very, very naughty.
Aaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaa-aaaagh...!
This is Nanny Whetstone,
the th nanny I had hired
to look after my children.
- Aaaaagh...!
- She was the strictest, the toughest
and the most fearless nanny in all the land.
As I went to work that day
at the funeral parlour,
I was confident in the knowledge
that there was nothing, absolutely nothing
- that my children could do to upset her.
- [shrieking approaches]
Theyve eaten the baby!
Except that.
- [children] Quick! Hes coming!
- Hide!
- Quiet!
- Stop it!
- Shh!
- [urgent whispering]
[child burps]
Children, wheres Aggy?
- [baby gurgles happily]
- [bells jingle]
[rattle jingles]
- Look at you.
- [Aggy gurgles]
Youre all cabbagey.
Oh...and youre all gravy-y.
As was your intention, Nanny Whetstone
has resigned from her post.
I shall go to the agency this afternoon
and hire a new nanny.
You will not drive her away
as you have done with her predecessors.
[Aggy gurgles joyfully]
Papa.
Cant catch me out.
That showed em whos boss.
Aaaagh! Whoa! Ooh! [grunts]
Three days, eight hours and minutes.
So that got rid of her...
hours and minutes
quicker than the last one.
I think the turning point was definitely
eating the baby. Well done, Eric.
Mr Brown, are you all right?
Im perfectly all right.
Evangeline, could you let Cook know
that the new nanny has had to leave
and Im off to the agency to find a new one?
Good. Ill just...
[rattles doorknob]
- Mrs Partridge?
- [woman] Were closed.
- Theres been a tiny hiccup.
- Were not here.
- Please, let me in...
- Go away.
Listen, they didnt eat the baby.
It was a chicken, actually.
Theres no more nannies! Youve had your lot.
[slams door upstairs]
[hinge creaks]
[mysterious womans voice]
The person you need is Nanny McPhee.
Is that you, Mrs Partridge?
The person you need is Nanny McPhee.
I need her to start right away.
Im late for a vital tea dance.
Nanny McPhee is not on our books.
Nanny McPhee is not on anyones books.
Nanny Whetstones gone.
Theres a surprise. Hurry it up there. Spuds.
Mr Browns gone to the agency.
I said the childrenll be fine with us.
They wont be fine with me.
I wont have them dirty blighters
in my kitchen, and that is that!
I have it in writing. In writing!
- [horrendous cacophony]
- [children shouting]
- Well, thats the final straw.
- Pa!
- There are no more nannies.
- Whoa!
None. All over, finished.
Ive had to cancel my appointment
and that will cause trouble.
- I told them not to. It wasnt my idea.
- Dont look at me! Its not my fault.
Well, you seem intent on distressing me...
Er...dont do that, darling, please.
Thats my sore bit.
You seem intent on distressing me,
so Im going to distress you.
You are to...to go to bed immediately.
Before supper?
Without supper.
Did he say without supper?
Never mind that.
Theres no more nannies.
Poor him...and poor them.
Poor them, my Aunt Fanny.
Theyre the worstest, nastiest, horriblest...
Itll be snow in August
before this familys straightened out.
"Dear Nanny Whetstone,
Im so very sorry."
- "My children..."
- [children shout and fight]
[girl] Eric, give it back to her!
Give it back now! Stop it!
My children.
Eric! Eric, thats my teddy!
- Eric, stop doing this!
- Give it back!
- Stop fighting!
- Oi, you lot!
- Quiet!
- [Sebastian hits notes on piano]
Youre driving your poor father
to distraction. Stop it.
Lily, whats this word?
Lovingly. "He took her lovingly by the hand."
Whats your book about, Evangeline?
Its about the daughter of a nice man
who remarries after his wife dies
and the stepmothers horrid to her.
Why doesnt the man stop her being horrid?
Fathers all turn bad once their wives die.
They dont care any more.
Simon. Yours does.
No, he doesnt.
Does he read to Chrissie
or play cricket with us like he used to?
He doesnt even sing Loola-bye to Aggy.
We hardly see him.
He loves you, Simon. You know that.
Hes just had a lot on his mind since...
Since Mother died.
You used to be as close as anything.
Not any more. All he cares about now
is getting himself a nice new wife.
Well... I dont know if thats true or not,
but it might be nice to have a new mother.
Dont you know anything about the world?
Whoever he marries will be vile
and treat us like slaves.
- You dont know that.
- Plenty of hard evidence for it.
There isnt one stepmother in there
whos even halfway decent.
Theyre an evil breed. Anyway,
who ever likes other peoples children?
I like you.
Yes, but youre a servant.
Youre paid to like us.
That doesnt count.
- [guillotine clunks]
- Ive got my work to be getting on with.
[guillotine squeaks, then drops]
I really am hungry, Evangeline.
Could you maybe bring me
some secret toast and jam?
All right, forget the jam.
Just some secret toa
