A Little Princess (1995)

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A very long time ago,

there lived a beautiful Princess

in a mystical land known as…

India.

She was married
to the handsome Prince Rama,

who had been banished
to the enchanted forest

by his jealous stepmother
Queen Kaikeyi.

One day, Princess Sita saw
a wounded deer in the woods,

and she begged Rama
to go and help it.

Rama drew a circle in the ground

and said to her,

"this is a magic circle.

"So long as you stay inside it,

no harm can come to you."

That night, the Princess
heard a horrible cry…

"Aah! Help me!"

Thinking it was
her beloved Rama in danger,

the Princess ran from the circle

to answer the cry.

She soon came across
an old beggar man.

Although she had
no money to give him,

she could not refuse his plea.

As soon as he had the bracelet,

the beggar suddenly transformed

into the -headed demon
Ravanna!

He grabs the Princess
and takes her to his palace,

where he intends
to make her his bride.

Did you ever know
a real Prince, Maya?

Yes…

Laki's father.

I thought he was in the army.

He was,

and he was my Prince,

and I, his Princess.

But I mean real princes
and princesses.

All woman are princesses.

It is our right.

I shall miss it here.

India's the only place on earth

that stirs the imagination.

I wish we could
stay here forever.

I know, sweetheart,

but now that England's
gone to w*r…

I must go, too.

You understand that, don't you?

But why must I go to America?

Because it's safer.
And besides,

you'll be going
to the same school

your mother went to
when she was your age,

in a city called…

New York.

Mm-hmm.

Papa?

Mm-hmm?

Maya told me that
all girls are princesses.

Maya is a very wise woman.

Then it's true?

You can be anything you
want to be, my love,

so long as you believe.

What do you believe?

I believe that you are

and always will be
my little Princess.

I gave this to your mother…

on our wedding day.

I want you to have it.

She was so beautiful.

What did you love
most about her?

Tough question.

I loved the way her eyes
lit up when she laughed…

just like yours do.

I loved the sound of her voice

when she sang me
the Indian folk song.

But I think…
more than anything else,

I loved dancing with her!

Ha ha ha!

Hello!

You must be Captain Crewe.

My sister will be
down presently.

We were just preparing

the young lady's room.

Your beautiful things

arrived this morning.

Thank you, uh…

oh! Heavens…
Amelia.

Amelia Minchin.

Hee hee hee!

Captain Crewe!

How delightful to meet you.

And this must be little Sara.

My, what a beautiful child.

I was just telling…

thank you, Amelia.
That will be all.

Now, won't you both follow me?

Classes begin
promptly at : .

We cover all the subjects…

literature, math, science,

and, of course, both
French and Latin.

Oh, well, Sara speaks fluent…

luncheon is served
at : ,

after which we take
our daily walk,

unless, of course,

the weather is
extremely inclement.

From : ,

the girls attend
classes in etiquette

where they are
personally trained

in all the formal
graces of society.

Study hall

is between
: and : ,

followed by a light supper.

And then, before bedtime,

we read from
one of the classics,

something the children

always look forward to

with great anticipation.

Sunday is a day of rest.

Students are allowed to
write only to their parents,

and, of course,
we attend church.

Have you any questions?

Come along, dear.

Ahem! Ahem!

Oh, eh…

Je mange…

Tu mange…

Excusez-moi,
monsieur DuFarge.

Girls, I would like
you to say hello

to our new arrival.

Miss Sara Crewe.

Hello, Sara.

You must tell them

all about your
exciting life in India.

No doubt she'll be

our most popular
student in no time.

Now, there are certain rules

that should be made quite clear.

The first is the order rule,

which requires the girls

to keep their rooms
spotless at all times.

Next is the kindness rule

which teaches the girls…

these rules are
strictly enforced,

but I can assure
you, Captain Crewe,

the results are well
worth the effort.

Our reputation for sending

the most poised and charming
young ladies into society

is one of the highest.

I've no doubt.

Also, I'm afraid
jewelry and such finery

are not allowed.

What if I wear it in my room

during my free time?

Well, if you absolutely insist.

I do.

She's gonna get
in so much trouble.

Monsieur?

Je mange.

Je mange.

Tu mange.

Tu mange.

This is splendid.

It's our largest suite.

Thank you for all
the care you've taken,

miss Minchin.
I want Sara to feel

as much at home as
possible while I'm away.

No expense should be spared.

Of course not.

Now, I'll let you two
say your good-byes.

I know you don't have much time

before your boat leaves.

We'll write to
each other every day.

How do you like your room?

I made sure it was the best…

corner windows and a fireplace.

And with all your toys

and clothes moved in, it's…

it's just as if you were really…

you know, I think
I saw something…

on that chair over there.

She came all the way from France

just to be with you.

Her name is Emily.

Emily!

You know, dolls make
the very best friends.

Just because they can't speak

doesn't mean they don't listen.

And did you know

that when we leave them
alone in our room,

they come to life?

They do?
Yes!

But before we walk
in and catch them,

they return to their places

quick as lightning.

Why don't they come
to life in front of us

so we can see them?

Because it's magic.

Magic has to be believed.

That's the only way it's real.

Whenever you're afraid

or miss me terribly,

just tell Emily…

and she'll get a message to me

wherever I am,

and then I'll send
one back right aways

so that when you hug her,

you'll really be getting

a hug from me.

It's all right, papa.

I'm going to be fine.

What are you doing?

Memorizing me by heart?

No.

I already know you by heart.

Good-bye, Princess.

What were all those
noises last night?

That's nothing.

You should hear Josephine snore.

I do not!

Then who was it?
The new girl?

She hasn't come
out of her room yet.

Did you see all of her toys?

I want your hair ribbon.

Her father grows
crackers or something.

They're very rich.

They must be.

Everyone I know eats crackers.

Her father's British.

I heard he's best friends
with the king and Queen.

Hah! Well, I heard he
was thrown out of India

because people died

from eating his
poisoned crackers.

Poisoned crackers.

Poisoned crackers?

I once had an aunt

who died from eating
poisoned string beans.

Oh, who cares about her?

Yeah, who cares?

But before we walk in
and catch them,

they return to their places
quick as lightning.

Gosh, she's fast.

Mama.

Sara.

We're not accustomed

to delaying everyone's breakfast

for one student.

I'm sorry, miss Minchin, but…

you're not the only
child here, Sara.

You must remember that.

Ah, bonjour, monsieur dufarge.

Comment d'etes vous aujourd'hui?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Good morning.

I trust you remember
our newest pupil

from our visit to
your class yesterday.

Sara, this is monsieur dufarge.

You begin French lessons
with him this afternoon.

Do I have to?

Sara! You most
certainly do.

Now, apologize
to monsieur this instant

for your rudeness.

But I didn't mean to be rude.

Now!

Monsieur, je regrette,

mais je sais parler francais.

J'ai etudiá en inde
avec mon pére,

qui habitait a Paris

quand il átait un petit garçon.

This child doesn't need

to learn French.

She practically is French.

Says she learned it
from her father.

I understood perfectly well
what she said, monsieur.

I'm sorry, but we
tried to tell you.

Well, perhaps she can

tutor the younger children,

and she might just
be able to help you

with your pronunciation,
miss Minchin.

Are those sausages I smell?

Ohh!

Thank you.

Sara…

there's no talking at the table.

It doesn't seem natural.

I won't say it again.

times is .

times is .

times is .

times is…

.

No, wait.

?

No, um…

?

Or ? Or ?
Or ?

I'm sorry, miss Minchin.

I studied for hours last night.

I find that very hard
to believe,

and I imagine your
father will, as well.

Please don't tell
him, miss Minchin.

I promise I'll do better.

Please?

Lavinia, you may continue.

times is .

times is… .

times is .

times is .

times is .

Dear papa, I miss you already.

Things are fine,
except I never imagined

there would be
so many rules at school.

I guess they're there
for a purpose,

and I'm trying hard
to obey them,

but I get the feeling
I'm doing something wrong.

Good-bye, father.

John…

my son.

I hope when you read this,

it kindles your heart

and puts a smile on your face.

Papa, I'm so proud of you,

and I think about you
every moment,

and I love you forever…

your Sara.

Aaah! Aaaah! Aah!

Now, now, lottie, you
mustn't get so excited.

Lottie, precious, dear…

oh, please, lottie dear!

Please stop screaming!

Um, how about a cookie?

Would you like that?

Aah! Aaaah!

I'll get a cookie.

Aaaaah! Aaaaah!

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

Aaahhh! Aaahhh!

You know, it's
very hard to study

with you carrying on like this.

I want my mama!

You'll see her soon.

No, I won't!
She's dead!

And I won't ever see her again!

Well, I don't have
a mother, either.

You don't?

Where is she?

In heaven, with my baby sister,

but that doesn't mean
I can't talk to her.

I tell her everything,
and I know she hears me.

How?

Because that's what angels do.

Your mama's an angel?

Of course,

and so is yours,

with beautiful wings of silk

and a crown of baby rosebuds.

And they all live
together in a castle.

And do you know
what it's made of?

Sunflowers…

hundreds of them…

so bright they shine like gold.

And when the angels want
to go someplace,

they just whistle like this.

And a cloud floats
to the castle door

and picks them up,

and as the angels
fly through the sky,

riding the cloud
like a magic carpet,

under the moon and
through the stars…

until they're hovering
right above us.

That's how they can look down

and see if we're all right.

And sometimes they even
send messages to us.

Of course, you can't
hear the messages

if you're kicking and screaming

as loudly as you were…

but they always try again,

just in case we've missed it.

Hey, wait.

That's Becky.

She's not allowed to talk to us.

Why not?

She's a servant girl,

and she has dark skin.

So?

Well, doesn't that
mean something?

I'm sorry. I…

is there anything
I can do for you, miss?

I just came up here
to change my shoes.

No. No,
there's nothing.

Well, then, begging your pardon,

but we'll both be
in trouble if you stay.

All right, girls.
Pair up.

Pair up.

"Sir Edward saw the sorrow
in his daughter's eyes,"

"but he knew that
family honor must prevail"

"at all costs."

"Nobility was not a thing
to be trifled with."

"I beg of you, Charlotte,
he said,"

marry Sir John in the spring

"as he has asked."

Thank you, lavinia.

Sara, you may take your turn.

"Charlotte turned to her father

"and said,
father, you are right.

"I must put away
my foolish fancies

and childhood wishes."

"But I simply won't do it.

"I'm sorry, father,

but when I marry,
it will be for love."

And with that, Charlotte
ran from the house.

Waiting outside for her

was the handsome stable boy
Pierre,

whom Charlotte secretly adored.

Together
they escaped to the coast

and quickly set sail
for the island of Tahiti.

But when they were
halfway there,

their ship was attacked
by a band of pirates.

Rather than be eaten alive,

Charlotte and Pierre

threw themselves
into the raging sea.

And as they began to drown,

they held each other close

and swore their undying love.

But then, when all seemed lost,

a group of mermaids
appeared and rescued…

stop!

What are you doing?

I couldn't bear to see
Charlotte marry that awful man,

so I imagined
a different ending.

You imagined it.

Don't you ever do that,
miss Minchin?

Believe in something
just to make it seem real?

I suppose that's rather easy

for a child who has everything.

But from now on,

there will be no more
make-believe at this school

during reading hour
or at any other time!

Is that understood?

Yes, miss Minchin.

Now, all of you, go to
your bed this instant.

I never heard a story like that

in my whole life.

I bet you know lots of them,

don't you, Sara?

I want silence up there!

We have to do something

about this communication rule.

Hey, after Minchin goes to bed,

we'll sneak into your room,

and you can show us
what a real story is.

How about it, Sara?

Well, only if it's
just you three.

Colleen, wait for me.

Shh!

Come on, come on.

The evil Ravanna

locked the Princess up
in his palace tower.

There she stayed for many weeks,

just staring out her window,

missing her Prince Rama
terribly.

Bonjour, papa.

Je suis trés contente
de vous voir.

Bonjour, papa.

Je suis trés contente
de vous voir.

Perfect.

You look just like Emily.

My father hates dolls,

and he hates coming here.

Says he doesn't belong.

Then why does he send you?

'Cause he wants me to belong.

My little girl,
she spoke French!

She really spoke French.

Your mother and I
are very proud of you.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hi.

Hi.

I caught you, Debbie.

Oh, you look so pretty…

papa!

Oh.

Randolph?

John!

Rama approached
the thorny palace…

unaware that Ravanna
was waiting for him.

Oh!

Why?

That's it!

I can't take it anymore.

I don't care what you say
about Sara's stories.

They've got to be more fun

than watching
your hair being combed.

If anyone else
feels the same way,

I think she should leave, too.

Come on, come on.

Shh.

But the evil Ravanna
was not through yet.

This time he took a bow

that could hold not ,
but arrows,

each filled
with a deadly poison.

The arrows sped through the air,

heading straight for Rama.

And the arrows hit the ground

and released their poison,

giant clouds of thick,
yellow smoke.

Unh.

I want a big piece!

Oh, hush up, lottie.

I'm sure Princess Sara

will give everyone
her fair share.

Right, Princess?

I told her that's what you were.

Well, not just me.

All girls are princesses,

even snotty, two-faced
bullies like you, lavinia.

Who wants cake?

I do. I do.
I do.

I get the top!

I get that one.

Can I get the top?

Here, lavinia,
you get a big piece.

Miss Minchin?

Yes. May I help you?

I'm Mr. barrow…

Captain Crewe's solicitor.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Do come in.

We're just celebrating
little Sara's birthday.

May I speak to you in private?

Oh, yes.
Of course.

Right this way.

May I just say,
Mr. barrow,

that Sara is quite
the favorite around here.

We went to great lengths

to make this
a special day for her.

I'm afraid your check
to us this month

will be rather large.

There will be no check,
miss Minchin.

Excuse me?

Nya nya nya…

oh!

Ha!

Aah!

Ow!
Ooh.

The party is over!

I want everyone

to go to their rooms
this instant.

But, miss Minchin…

Sara, you will stay behind.

I have something to tell you.

Move!

Amelia, go to Sara's room

and find a simple black dress.

If she has nothing suitable,

borrow one from the other girls.

But, sister…

do as I say.

Why would I need
a black dress, miss Minchin?

I'm afraid I have
some bad news, Sara.

Your father has…

your father.

It's been discovered
that your father has died.

He was k*lled in battle
several weeks ago.

I'm sorry,

but that's the reality
of the situation,

and there's nothing anyone
can do to change it.

What's more,
the British government

has seized control
of his company

and all of his assets,

leaving you penniless,
without any money.

And since you have

no relations to speak of,

this puts me in
a terrible position.

What are you staring at?

Don't you understand
what I'm saying?

You are alone in the world…

Unless I decide to keep you here

out of charity.

Because of the expenses
you've incurred,

everything you own
now belongs to me…

your clothes,
your toys, everything,

though it will hardly
make up for

the financial losses
I have suffered.

From now on,

you must earn your
room and board here.

You will move to
the attic with Becky

and work as a servant.

If you fail to meet

the standards
of this institution,

or if you don't do
as you're told,

you'll be thrown out.

And believe me, Sara,
the streets of this city

are not kind
to homeless beggars.

You should report
to Mabel in the kitchen

promptly at A.M.

I could have you arrested
for taking this.

You're lucky I let you
keep that doll.

You may have the book,

but another incident like this,

and I will call the authorities.

I expect you to
remember, Sara Crewe,

you're not a Princess
any longer.

Papa?

Papa?

Papa…

Papa…

Papa, please…

Papa!

Papa…

Papa!

Sara…

What happened?

Sara, you are to serve the girls

without conversation,

you understand?

Sara will be working here
as a servant from now on.

There will be no
communication exchanged.

Is that clear?

Yes, miss Minchin.

times is …

times is …

Unh.

times is …

Let go!

Great god…

It…it can't be.

It's my son John.

Oh, dear god, no.
Not John.

It's John, ram dass.

It's John.

Help me.

Go inside.
We should go.

Oh.

I thought you'd be sleeping.

I never got a chance

to give you your
birthday present.

It's a picture

of where you used to live.

See the blue threads?

That's the river.

And these are the mountains

you always talk about.

Thank you, Becky.

It's beautiful.

Sara…

why don't you tell
your stories anymore?

They're just
make-believe.

They don't mean anything.

Oh, but they've always
meant something to me.

There were days
I thought I would die

until I heard you talk
about the magic.

There is no magic, Becky.

Papa…

can you hear me?

I'm so scared.

Sara?

Are you still a Princess?

You better get back in line,

or we'll both be in trouble.

Are you?

Lottie!

All right, girls, get in line.

Don't touch that!

It's for Mr. Randolph
next door.

The poor man. His son is
missing in action

over in Europe, you know.

You mean John?

Oh, he's such a nice boy.

Yeah, very nice.
Very fresh.

Here, little girl.

I told you not to give
your money away.

She's not even a beggar.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You see? You'll never
get rid of her.

May I help you?

Would you like to buy a flower?

Would you like to buy a flower?

Would you?

No, thank you.

Sir, would you buy a flower?

One flower.

Sir, would you like a flower?

Would you like a flower?

Would you like to buy a flower?

Would you?

Sir, would you like
to buy a flower?

One flower?

Would you like to buy a flower?

Would you like a flower, Sir?

Pardon me.

Would you like a flower?

Give her a flower.

Wait.

For the Princess.

Would you like to buy a flower?

A beautiful flower, Sir?
Beautiful day.

What is it, little mouse?

Are you a prisoner, too?

Sara?

Is it ever this cold
where you come from?

No.

Tell me about it, Sara.

Tell me again about India.

India.

Tell me.

Well…

the air is so hot there,

you can almost taste it.

Mmm.

I bet it tastes like coconuts.

No.

It's more like spices, really.

Curry and saffron…

what else?

Tigers sleep under trees…

and elephants cool
themselves in the lakes…

and the warm wind
blows through the fields…

and the spirits ride it,

singing as they look down on us.

And their voices echo
through the mountains…

and the sky…

is all different colors,

like a peacock's tail.

♪ As the rain fills ♪

♪ Every ocean ♪

♪ And the sun, the earth ♪

♪ With your heart ♪

♪ Kindle my heart ♪

♪ Take my heart ♪

♪ Take my heart ♪

♪ Kindle it with your heart ♪

♪ And my heart ♪

♪ Cannot be ♪

♪ Kindled without you ♪

♪ With your heart ♪

♪ Kindle my heart ♪

Uh, uh, ohhh!

Oh, soot all over the place!

You clumsy fool, get out!

Get out of my house
this instant!

And you can forget
being paid this week,

crazy little wretch!

Oh, no, you don't.

I told you I wouldn't tolerate

the slightest bit
of soot in this house!

And there!
Just look at my boot!

It's filthy!

Out. Out!

And take this ridiculous-
looking thing with you!

Ohh…

aah!

Ohh…

Where…where might miss
Amelia be this morning?

Why, good morning, Frances.

You're here early this morning.

A working man's
got to get up early

if he wants to have
an effect on the world.

How true.

And what a powerful
effect you have, Frances.

Oh…

hmph.

Where have you been?

I've been chilled
for almost half an hour.

Hurry up and light a fire.

And make sure not to
touch anything else

with your dirty hands.

This is my room now,

and I won't have you
messing it up.

Uhh…

what is that awful smell?

When was the last time
you had a bath?

Rak-shash nayanas…

what are you doing?

Sha-khambala…

I don't believe in this…

so you can just stop it.
Stop it, I said!

What did you just do?

Just a little curse I learned

from the witch back in India.

Curse?

Ha.

What kind of curse?

You'll see,

but I wouldn't brush my
hair as much, if I were you.

It's all right.

I saved it especially for you.

Go on.

Take it.

Oh…

is this where you live?

You shouldn't
be here, ermengarde.

It's too dangerous.

Sara,

why don't you like me anymore?

Did I do something wrong?

No, of course not.

I didn't think you'd
want me for a friend

now that…

now that things are different.

Sara, no.

I'm sure you could do just fine

without me for a friend,

but I couldn't
get along without you.

Ermengarde…

I'm sorry.
I should've known

you wouldn't be like the others.

What's that?

One knock means I'm here…

two knocks means all is well.

Three knocks means
the coast is clear…

the demon Minchinweed is asleep.

Gosh, it all sounds
so adventurous.

Look, Becky, we have a visitor.

Hello, Becky.

Oh, Sara, I miss
your stories so much.

Won't you tell us what happened

to Rama and the Princess?

The smoke from Ravanna's arrows

finally began to lift.

Rama lay dead on the ground.

Oh, no.
Oh, no.

But then,
a wonderful thing happened.

The gazelle lay down
next to Rama,

giving him his own life.

He is suffering
from acute amnesia,

one of the rare side-effects
of poison gas.

His eyes will heal in time…

no, no, no!

His memory…

who can say?

He's not my son.

I-I'm sorry,
Mr. Randolph.

He was found in severe shock,

with no coat…

no identification.

Since your son was the
only name unaccounted for,

they assumed this must be John.

I am sorry.

All the hoping…

you must think me a fool.

Is it your wish
to be wise, sahib?

I don't know.
I suppose a wise man

wouldn't have come here at all.

But if he had,

he would have looked
more closely

upon the soldier's face.

What would he have seen?

Pain, sahib.

He needs to be cared for.

He's not my responsibility.

A wise man would remember

that this soldier
was in John's regiment.

If his memory returns,

he might tell sahib
what happened to his son.

Perhaps sahib will learn

that John is in British
hospital now,

wishing that a kind man
would take him home…

away from his pain.

If the plumber comes

while I'm at the bank,

show him the problem.

And don't babble
endlessly with the man.

He's paid by the hour, you know.

Oh, and make sure
those Latin tests

are corrected by
the time I get back.

Yes, sister.

Hello, miss Minchin.

Good-bye,
miss Minchin.

Now.

Go.

Aah!

Aah!

Oh, no, lottie.
Not again.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Aah!

Aah!

No, lottie. Not again.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Let's find the locket.

Aah!

It's all right.

It's OK.

It's all right.

Aah!

Aah!

Sara, come quick!

It's lottie. I think
she's possessed!

I…I got it.

Will you please get
that child under control?

Not to worry.
Everything's fine.

Aah!

I…

I…

I…

I…

I…

I…

I…I…

I…

I…

I…

I…

Well, what is it?

I thought I saw a mouse.

Ohh!

Huh?

Aah!

Hello.

♪ La Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee ♪

♪ La Dee dee… ♪

I swear,

that child has a pact

with Satan to destroy me.

I'm just not cut
out for this job.

I have no Patience for children,

and teaching…all those
horrible facts to remember.

I don't like it at all.

You like Frances,
though, don't you?

What?

Of course not.

How dare you.

I think he likes you, too.

You do?

Really?

I think you should
run away together

and get married.

It would be terribly romantic.

What an extraordinary
thing to say.

I…

I…

I…

I…

Well, anyway…

my sister would be furious
if she found out.

So?

You'd be long gone by then,

living in some exotic paradise…

with that dashing young milkman.

Ohh.

Well, I'd better get
to the market.

Ohh.

Ohh.

You're doing well, young man.

You're almost home.

You must trust my eyes, sahib.

Shh.

What's going on?

It's a surprise.

What are you doing here?

We brought you something.

Princess Sara…

we'd like to present you
with something we rescued.

In a most dangerous adventure.

Our very own crusade.

Risking all our lives.

And mine, too.

I…

I don't know what to say.

You all are the best friends
anyone could ever ask for.

Aah!
Aah!

It's all right.

That's just my little
monkey friend hanuman.

Where did he come from?

Right next door.
Look.

Hanuman likes to come
and visit me all the time.

Can you really
talk to him, Sara?

Sure.

Hanuman, say hello
to all my friends.

After Rama came back to life,

he raced on toward
the monster's palace

to rescue Sita, but suddenly…

Ravanna appeared.

Aah!
Aah!

I think we better save
the rest of the story

for later.

Hee hee hee.
Hee hee hee.

What's going on here?

It's not their fault.
I asked them to come.

You five get downstairs

immediately.

I'll deal with you later.

Becky…

you will remain
locked in your room

for the entire day tomorrow,

without meals.

Go!

And you will perform
all her chores

in addition to your own

without breakfast,
lunch, or dinner.

It's time you learn, Sara Crewe,

that real life has nothing to do

with your little fantasy games.

It's a cruel, nasty
world out there,

and it's our duty to
make the best of it,

not to indulge in
ridiculous dreams,

but to be productive and useful.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Yes, ma'am.

Good.

But I don't believe in it.

Don't tell me

you still fancy
yourself a Princess!

Ha ha!

Good god, child,
look around you.

Or better yet,

look in the mirror.

I am a Princess.

All girls are…

even if they live
in tiny old attics,

even if they dress in rags,

even if they aren't pretty

or smart or young,

they're still princesses,

all of us.

Didn't your father
ever tell you that?

Didn't he?

If I find you up here

with any of the girls again,

I will throw you out
into the street!

What are we going to do?

A whole day with nothing to eat.

Don't cry, Becky.

I'm scared.

If Minchin throws me out,

I got no place to go.

That's not true.

I'm here with you.

I've always thought
of us as sisters.

You have?

Let's make a promise right now

to always look out
for each other.

It's a promise.

Now, what are we going
to do about food?

Starve, I guess.

No. There's only
one thing to do.

We'll eat a great feast

before we go to sleep,

and that will keep us full

all day tomorrow.

Feast?

What feast?

Just look around.

Do you see that table
over there?

It's covered with
a beautiful cloth

and candles

and trays and trays
of good things to eat.

Come on, Becky.

Tell me what kind
of food there is.

But I don't see any food.

Try, Becky.

Just make believe it.

Remember what you told
me about the magic?

Muffins?

Good! What kind?

All kinds…

every kind of muffin
god ever made,

and all of them hot.

Good!

Oh.

We're not dressed right

for such an elegant banquet.

I'm wearing a long, velvet cape

with fur on the collar.

How 'bout you?

Well, I always liked
diamonds myself…

rings and bracelets

and a whole dress
just covered with them.

Ha ha ha ha.

Mmm.

Smell those sausages.

Oh, I love sausages.

Mmm.

Ohh!

Mmm.

Becky!

Becky!

Oh, my lord.

I think you went
a little too far

this time.

It wasn't me.

Go ahead.

I feel like I've been
touched by an angel.

And look…

just what we ordered.

I'm a little scared
about all of this.

Me, too.

You think we shouldn't eat it?

I'm not that scared.

Thank you for all your kindness.

I'm so sorry
to inconvenience you.

It is nothing, sahib.

That word…

it sounds so familiar,

yet I don't know what it means.

It is not english.

We use it where I am from…

in India.

India.

You know it?

No.

Everything's just a blur.

Maybe someday
I'll sort it all out.

You will, sahib.

You will.

Pffft!

Yoo-hoo.

Hey. Frances.

One minute.

Oof!

Oof!

Oh, my god.

Oof!

Frances?

Where is it?

Where's the locket?

Give it to me.
Give it to me!

What is all this?

Where did it come from?

I don't know.

I just woke up, and it was here.

You stole all of it, didn't you?

Just like you stole this locket!

No!

You're nothing but
a dirty little thief.

It's my responsibility

to protect the children
of this school

from animals like you!

But, miss Minchin…

pack your things.

You'll be leaving
with the police

very shortly!

No, miss Minchin!

I didn't do it!

Miss Minchin, please!

Miss Minchin, I didn't do it!

You heard me.

I want her picked up
immediately!

Aha!

Ah, you've removed the bandages.

There didn't seem
to be much point.

I can see all right.

Yes, well, come on in.

Have a Brandy.

Thank you.

Don't worry.

I'm sure they'll believe you.

No, Becky!
I have to get out!

But how?
My room's locked, too.

The police!
They're here!

Let's go, boys!

All right.
Step lively now.

Quick! Help me
with this board!

Right this way.

Yes, ma'am.

Sara, you'll fall.

I can do it.

I'll come back for you.

I promise.

Ooh.

Who is he?

What is she doing?

Get back in here this instant!

Oh!

Aah!

Sara!

The little beast
is running away!

Don't try it, miss!

Sara!

Aah!

Aah!

Get help.

Well, don't just stand there!

Go next door and find her!

Quickly.

And take this one
while you're at it.

All right.

I heard you calling

in your sleep last night.

Sometimes when I dream,

I sense a part of me
that's missing.

It's a strange feeling

having your heart remember
something your mind cannot.

Seems like she jumped
like a little animal.

Who could that be at this hour?

Let us in, man.

A child from the school
has escaped into your house.

Ram dass, what's going on here?

I'm sorry to bother you,

but there's a child hiding
in your house unlawfully.

What?

Search the rooms upstairs!

Oh!
Oh!

Oh, not now!

Ram dass, get some candles!

Yes, sahib.

Start with the attic.

Let's go.

Right, Sir.

Quickly.

Who's there?

What is it?

Why are you crying?

Please tell me.
I won't hurt you.

Won't you tell me your name?

Sara.

Sara?

That's such a pretty name.

Sara.

Go to the next level!

Papa.

Papa.

What did you say?

Papa.

I'm sorry.

Papa, it's me!
It's Sara!

Sara, do you know me?

Oh, god, papa,
don't you remember me?

Papa, please! You've
got to know me!

It's Sara, remember?

Remember India?
And Maya?

Remember the Ramayana?
And Emily?

And the locket with
mama's picture in it?

No.

Oh, god, papa, please!

Sara!

Papa, please!

Do you know this man?

Papa, tell them!

This child has no father.

Take her away!

No!

No!

Papa!

I'm so sorry.

No! No! Papa!

Papa! Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

I got her.

Put me down!

Papa!

Sara!

Papa!

Papa, don't ever leave me!

Papa! I missed you!

I love you.

Sara!

Thank you.

Well, well, well.

Hardly recognized you.

I'm glad you straightened
everything out.

They released all
my property back to me.

I just came
to say good-bye, Sir,

and to thank you for
everything you've done for us.

No more than you tried
to do for my son.

Take care, Mr. Randolph.

And you, too.

You must be glad
to be going home.

Thank you.

I have a surprise for you all.

Emily!

Whenever you think of me,

just tell Emily,

and she'll get
the message to me.

And when you hug her,

you'll really be getting

a hug from me.

Then we'll hug her every day.

Ah.
Ah.

Bye, Becky.

Bye.

Come on.

Let's go.
Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Come on.
Get over here.

I've been looking
for you, Minchin.

Pick up the bucket.

Hey, when do I get my break?

Hey, follow me.

Oh… what did he
put in here, rocks?

♪ As the moon ♪
♪ kindles the night ♪

♪ As the wind kindles the fire ♪

♪ As the rain ♪
♪ fills every ocean ♪

♪ And the sun, the earth ♪

♪ Your heart ♪
♪ will kindle my heart ♪

♪ Take my heart ♪

♪ Take my heart ♪

♪ Kindle it with your heart ♪

♪ And my heart cannot be ♪

♪ Kindled without you ♪

♪ With your heart, ♪
♪ kindle my heart ♪