That's enough! I'm sorry, I'm at my worst tonight. I really am. I am... tickled the deepest shade of shrimp to have been asked here tonight to open this wonderful old steam fair. But you know, when Madame Kozlova created this thing all those years ago, she most certainly was not thinking of people like me, whatever I am. VIP, celebrity. I hate all that stuff. No, no... West End legend, that's another one. No, no, she was thinking of you guys, huh? The ordinary people. So, I'm going to ask one of you to come up here and open the fair. Volunteers? Anyone. Ooh! Eeny, meeny, miney...
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Have you ever been fired, Mr Brown? Well, no, but are you quite sure you're ready for the workplace, Paddington? It's a tough, competitive world out there and I worry a good-natured little bear might get trampled underfoot. He's right, you know. You can't trust anyone. That's why I'm doing my newspaper alone. Darling, is this about Tony? - No! - Everything's about Tony. The reason no one's helping with your paper is because it's so lame. Well, at least I'm not pretending to be someone I'm not. Nor am I. G-Man! - J-Dog. - Spud bounce. But Aunt Lucy said, "If we're kind and polite, the world will be right." - At least someone's making sense. - Oh, sorry. And you're kind, Mr Brown, and you made it to the top. I'm nowhere near the top. I peaked in the middle. Now my hair's gone grey, my belly's popped out, and I've started to creak. Oh! Doesn't that man live in the big house on the corner? - It's Phoenix Buchanan. - Dad's celebrity client. He's one of our Platinum Club members. And a very famous actor. Or used to be. - Now he just does dog-food commercials. - Hm. Mrs Bird doesn't like him because he can never remember her name. Now then, simmer down, simmer... All right, little bit more.
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Stick to the plan.
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Yes, Gertrude. ...news from the BBC. Four convicts made a daring escape from Portobello Prison last night. The prisoners all appear to have vanished without a trace...
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...except Paddington Brown, who was seen boarding a fair train bound for Bristol. Police are closing in and expect to make an arrest soon.
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Thank you, thank you very much.
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...bear! Let's have the young bear. Why not? - Come, come, young ursine. - Thank you. Up here, my furry friend. Very good, very good. - Now, your name is? - Paddington Brown. Oh, well, of course it is. You are my new neighbour. You live with... Henry and Mary and the great Mrs... Now then, I suppose you know who I am. Oh, yes. You're a very famous actor. - Oh, pooh. - Or used to be. Now you do dog-food commercials. - Well, a man has to eat. - What, dog food?
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Hmm.
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Wonderful! Thank you. Ooh! Ooh, wonderful. Mrs Brown? Just one moment. A word in your ear. - Hm? - This, er, this pop-up book. - Do you know it? - I know of it. But I was led to believe it was lost. Where on earth did you find it? Oh, at Mr Gruber's antique shop. He's keeping it to one side for me but I really need a job. I don't suppose you have any advice, do you? No. No. No. I imagine you just have to start at the bottom of the ladder - and work your way up. - Do you know what, Mr Buchanan? Hm? You've just given me the most brilliant idea. - Have I? - I'm going to be a window cleaner.
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Oi!
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Mr Gruber? Eh? You're not Mr Gruber! - Clear off! - Oh, no, you don't.
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Robbery in progress at Gruber's Antiques. Suspect is a small bear wearing a red hat and blue duffle coat.
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Come on.
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Gentlemen, if I have offended you in any way... Don't worry about it. We're fond of the little fella. And let's face it, if anyone can recognise a criminal gang, it's us. We'd be grateful for any help. - Please. - Well? Knuckles? I'm afraid I don't recognise any of them. Lads?
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- Sorry, what? - Coo-ee!
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I'm sorry, this is a private conversation. Oh, it's all right, Mr Brown, this is my friend, Knuckles. - How are you? - This is Phibs. - G'day. - Spoon. - Hello. - Jimmy the Snitch. - All right? - T-Bone. - Wotcher. - The Professor. Squeaky Pete. - Double Bass Bob. - Hello. - Farmer Jack. - How do? - Mad Dog. - Woof! - Johnny Cashpoint. - Kerching! - Sir Geoffrey Willcot. - I hope I can rely on your vote. And Charley Rumble. Oh, it's so wonderful to meet you all. I must say, it's a great relief to know that Paddington's already made such sweet friends. Would you excuse us a moment? - What are you doing? - Talking to the nice men. Nice men? Mary, we can't trust these people. I mean, look at them. Talk about a rogues' gallery. Hideous! As for that bearded baboon in the middle, he's hardly got two brain cells - to rub together. - We can still hear you, Mr Brown. That was the light you turned off. The microphone is on the other side. It's got "microphone" written on it.
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- Mary? - Oh, hello, Phoenix. Why don't you come on in? I want to hear all about the investigation. Yeah?