03x11 - The Spy Who Loved Marmalade / Paddington at Wimbledon / Paddington in the Park

[bunniefuu]

♪ Left Peru and sailed
to England alone ♪

♪ There he met the Browns

♪ And they took him home

♪ Now a new life has begun

♪ He's windsor gardens'
favorite son ♪

♪ Cause he always does his
best to help everyone ♪

♪ When a problem appears

♪ He never misses a b*at

♪ And always finds a way
to land on his feet ♪

♪ He has his very own
unique point of view ♪

♪ Looks at everything
as if it's brandnew ♪

♪ He is friendly and polite

♪ And he tries to
do things right ♪

♪ But he gets in sticky messes

♪ Just the same

♪ He's curious and
speaks his mind ♪

♪ But trouble's never
far behind ♪

♪ It's Paddington bear
he's one of a kind ♪♪

I'm Paddington bear!

... and the suspect
you must intercept

is a very cunning enemy spy.

This spy is to pick up
a suitcase containing

a top secret computer disk
at this address.

You'll do the switch
with this suitcase.

Here's a photo of him...

He's short, bearded, and,
according to our contact,

he's likely to be wearing
a red hat and a blue coat.

I've never seen
a flashing light

in a kitchen before, Mr. Brown.
-Henry, why don't you call
the electrician?

His rates are too high.
Besides, I'll have this
done in a flash.

A flash is right.

Electricity is very dangerous,
dear. you don't want
to start a fire.

The situation is under control.

Really, dear! We can have an
electrician here first thing
tomorrow to fix the switch.

That'll cost a fortune. No,

I'll pick up a new switch
at the electrical shop
and repair it myself.

There's our man:
red hat, blue coat.

Looks like he's going
in that newspaper shop.

As soon as he does,
we make our move.

The chief wasn't exaggerating
when he said he'd have a beard.

He must of had a shave just
before this photograph
was taken.

Shh. Here's the drop off man.

Bluebird One taking flight.

Bluebird Two in
surveillance mode.

Hmm... mission compromised.

Two enemy agents. Plan B:
intercept the interceptors.

You're here for the switch?

No, I'm here for a
magazine for Mrs. Bird.

Mr. Brown is picking up the
switch at the electrical shop.

Let me get this straight.

Someone called Mr. Brown
is doing the switch?

The original plan was
Iwould do the switch.

Oh! You're the electrician!
Mr. Brown says your rates
are too high.

So the original
plan was changed.

The rates are already decided.

I've been ordered
to do the switch.

I shouldn't bother.
Mr. Brown is going to
do the switch himself.

No one told me the original
plan has to go forward.

The exchange has been made.

Bluebird Two, go into
operational mode.

Roger and out.

Hmm...

Taxi! Taxi!

Taxi!

Here he comes.

[dring!]

Yes, Bluebird One...

Yes, exchange was accomplished.

Like taking candy from a baby.

Yeah, on suspect's tail heading
east. I'll stay close.

Huh?!

Bluebird one! We've been duped.
He slipped us an empty
suitcase.

Give me your coordinates. we've
got to get the right suitcase.

What is this?
Where is the disk?

Looks like I've been
impersonated by a bear.

"Aunt Lucy, at the home
for retired bears

in Lima, Peru." That must be
their foreign contact.

And who's this Paddington, then?
A double agent?

If you ask me, number
, Windsor Gardens
is due for a visit.

I will get that disk.

But Mr. Brown didn't say
he'd called the electrician.

Well, I ran into
the electrician at
the newspaper shop

and he said he was coming
over to do the switch.

Electrician, hey?
That can be arranged.

They're expecting
an electrician.

One electrician coming up!

It's this one here.

[doorbell]
Someone else at the door.

You're not the electrician
who was going to do

the switch.
-The switch?

Oh yes! The regular electrician
had a sudden illness.

Oh, my! Another electrician!
He must be feeling better.

Mr. Brown won't like having
to pay for two electricians.

I forgot something
in the truck.

There's already
an electrician here.

At least there was.

He went out the window,
Mrs. Bird.

I'm home!

I've got a new switch.

I must have the wrong house.

Oh! Mrs. Bird, I almost forgot.

Your magazine.

Why, thank you, Paddington.

Impossible! I've been duped.

Perhaps if I visit the
foreign contact in Peru,

alias Aunt Lucy.

Good work, gentlemen! A job
well done. mission accomplished.

So there were
three electricians?
The one you saw,

the one who jumped
out of the window

and another one at the
newspaper shop who was going

to come around.
Very peculiar!
I didn't even call one.

Perhaps you need an electrician
after all, Mr. Brown.

Here we are at Wimbledon,
Mr. Brown.

The most famous tennis
tournament in the world.

And it's our job to
report on it for my book
The World and its Wonders.

Do you think we'll get a seat?
Everything has been arranged.

Ah! Here comes Mr. Townsend
to show us around.

Welcome to Wimbledon,
Mr. Gruber.

This must be the yound friend
you were telling me about.

I hope you like tennis.
-Bears like anything new.

Wonderful! Who knows?
We may find ourselves in need

of a ball bear. follow me.

A ball bear? Fancy, that!

Our first stop is
the players' locker room.

This is where the players
get ready for their matches.

[a player is meditating.]

Tennis is a sport that requires

a great deal of
mental preparation.

Thar's Todd Davis, the number
one player in the world.

Please to meet you, Mr. Davis.
-Ommm...

Ommm...

We'd better move on.

Ommm...

Ommm...

Ommm...

What are you doing?

Oh!

Those are my rackets!
But why do you need so many?

Who let you in here anyway?
Townsend!

My apologies, Todd.
It won't happen again.

Mr. Brown, I'm afraid I'll have
to ask you to wait in the hall.

Left, right! Left, right!
Left, right, left, right!

Left, right! Left, right!
Halt!

Left turn!

I'm Sergeant Basham, the
commander of this troop.

And what's happened
to your uniform?

Mr. Townsend hasn't given
me one. He did say you might
be in need of a ball bear.

A ball bear? This is the end
of civilization as we know it.

Well, don't expect any
special treatment from me.

Of course not, Mr. asham.
Very well. forward! March!

Left, right! Left, right!
Left, right! Left, right!

Left, right! Left, right!

I wonder where Mr. Brown is.

I'm sure he's already
gone to our seats. the
match is about to begin.

[television]: Quarter final day
here atWimbledon.

Must say we are looking forw... -Look! The match
is about to begin!

Enfant terrible,

Todd Davis...
-I wonder if we'll
see Paddington?

Where do I go?

You? You get the best
spot in the house.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Basham.

The seat's empty.
Now where could he be?

Oh!

Bjorn Venson,
great reputation...

What's Paddington doing
in the umpire's seat?

Mr. Basham was right:
what a wonderful view!

Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!
Oh, dear. is this your seat?

I'm afraid that Mr. Basham
must have got it wrong.

My seat has to be around here
somewhere. ah! That must be it.

Oh! How nice! I am feeling
a bit thirsty.

Look where he's got to now!

You don't thing he's
going to play, do you?

Ah!
What are you doing?

That's myseat and
that's myjuice!

It is? I'm sorry. here you are.

I told you,
this is your position.

Now stay put!

Do you see him?
I can't believe my eyes!

Oh! Well there's nothing we can
do now. we can't stop the game.

We just have to see
what happens.

[Umpire]: Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!

But Mr. Basham told me to
stay put. oh, hello, Mr. Basham.

Don't "hello me", bear!

Get out there and get that ball!

Oh!
Hurry up, will you!

That wasn't very polite.

Excuse me.
[huffing and puffing]

I don't know much about tennis,
but it seems to me the players
might have an easier time

if that net wasn't in the way.

Hello!

That ball was out by a mile!
What's the matter,

have you gone blind?

Oh, I see. too busy chatting
with that bear, are we?

[the crowd is booing.]

Good old Paddington!
Wow!

Wou!

Now listen here, you!

[applause]

I've had it!

Enough already!

Now what are you doing?

I'm looking for a photograph
of my Aunt Lucy.

You know, you really
shouldn't be so rude.

Because my Aunt Lucy always
says: "it isn't whether
you win or lose,

it's how you play the game."

My Aunt Mary used to say
that too. I guess I forgot.

I've behaved very badly.
Can you forgive me?
-Of course!

My Aunt Lucy also says:
"To err is human.

To forgive is bearlike."

Hold fast! Sworn enemy
of mine! I... um... i...

Whoops!

Paddington, what is going on?

I've auditioned for
the shakespeare in the park

amateur play, Mrs. Bird.
We're doing Romeo and Juliette.

I hope my role requires
lots of fencing.

Well why don't you play
the part of the helpful bear

and do some shopping
for me instead?

[phone ringing]

Yes?...

It's Mr. Pick,
the play's director.

Romeo?...

Well, that's wonderful!...

What part have I got?
And Deirdre?...

Juliet! You don't say!

Thank you!
Juliet!

Congratulations, Mr. Price.

Fancy you, playing Romeo.
It's my lucky day!

Especially as Deirdre
is playing juliet.

Little old me, juliet...

Oops! Romeo!

Oh, Romeo!

Wouldst thou be a dear and
bring over the mop and pail?

I must admit, I'm a bit
smitten by my Juliet.

Coming, Deirdre!

Ah!

Oh!

Ow!
Hi! Hi! Hi!

Romeo and Julietis the
greatest love story of all time.

Now we have three weeks
before opening night,

so let's take out our scripts

and get started.

Excuse me, Mr. Pick.

I haven't been told what
part I'll be playing.

Yes. uh... Paddington Brown...
You'll be playing the friar.

Shouldn't be too difficult,
there's only three lines.
-Three lines!

But I was hoping I'd be doing
some fencing. I've been
practicing for days.

I'm afraid not. but I do need
someone to do the sound effects.

Follow me.

Knock the coconuts together

for horses hooves...

Rattle the metal sheet

for thunder...

Blow in this

for bird chirps.

You mean, you want me to
make noises, like this?

[trumpet out of tune]

Yes, well remember...

Practice does make perfect.

[thunder]

Henry, wake up.
There's a tebbile storm raging.

[he yawns.]
that's funny.

It was perfectly calm
when we went to bed.

[sound of thunder
coming from upstairs]

Hello. Mr. Pick says
practice makes perfect.

Did my heart love till now?

Forswear it sight! For I never
saw true beauty till...

[Paddington's making
all kinds of sounds.]

Uh... till... i...
I saw you, Deirdre... uh...

Actually, I mean juliet.

Hi! Hi! Hi!

Hold it! Youare Romeo
and sheis juliet.

Please try to remember that.

Now the dance.

My lips, two blushing pilgrims
ready stand to smooth
that rough touch

with a tender kiss...
[the needle scratches
the record.]

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

I'm sorry. I'm afraid it's
a bit difficult with paws.

I've made a complete fool
of myself in front of Deirdre.

Perhaps I'd better drop out
of the play before something
dangerous happens.

I think you're a wonderful
actor, Mr. price.

I especially liked it when you
stepped on Deirdre's foot.
It looked so real!

That's the trouble,
it wasreal. Deirdre must
think I'm a complete idiot.

My niece is in
the play's chorus.

I hear harold's not
doing so well.

He might be a bit clumsy,
but he is so cute

when his ears get all read.

He really is
my Romeo.

Thank goodness the
play opens tonight.

Perhaps we'll get a full
night's sleep for a change.

[yawning]

[sound of thunder]

Deirdre! I want to wish
you luck for tonight and
apologize for everything.

Ouch! Oh... ah...

Everyone! Looks like
we've got a full house.

Harold! What have you done?

Ow... ow...

Now look what I've done.
It's no good.

When I get near Deirdre
I just go to pieces.

I think she feels
the same way about you.

I heard her tell a lady that...

She said that? Really?

Her I love now doth
grace for grace

and love allow.
Oh, she knew well.

Thy love did read by rote
that could not spell.

But come yound waverer,
come go with me...

Paddington's very good.

But I do wish he'd practiced
his lines at night

and his sound effects
during the day.

...to turn your households
rancor to pure love.

[laughter]

uh...

Uh... hmm...

He's forgotten his lines!

Somebody,
do something
to cover him!

I'll help, Mr. Pick.

[trumpet]
Romeo, Romeo,
wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Uh... I am here, Deirdre...
I mean juliet!

[laughter]

[sound of thunder]

Ah...
Oh...
Aaah!

[laughter]

I'm so sorry, Deirdre.

It's just that I'm
very fond of you

and I'm just out of
sorts with nerves.

What's this?

Ah, they like it!

I think they're
calling for you, Mr. Pick.

[thunder]

that wasn't me this time.