:09:00
you say that when the little girl
enters the magic wardrobe...
:09:03
she finds it full of fur coats.
:09:05
- Oh, very good, Eddie.
- It's simple.
:09:08
It belonged to the professor's
old mother. Simple.
:09:11
Aha. So,
to reach the magic world...
:09:14
the child must push through
the mother's fur.
:09:17
I won't have that, John. There's none
of your hand-me-down Freudianism.
:09:19
But the imagery is Christian, surely.
:09:23
No, Harry. It's what it is.
Just itself.
:09:26
It-lt's...
It's just magic.
:09:30
Magic. Look.
:09:34
Let me show you.
The child steps into the wardrobe.
:09:38
The coats are thick and heavy.
:09:39
- What about the fur?
- Fur's not important.
:09:44
The child must push through.
:09:46
They're pressing close,
almost suffocating.
:09:49
And suddenly,
there's white light...
:09:52
crisp, cold air...
:09:54
trees, snow.
:09:56
Total contrast, you see.
:09:58
It's the gateway
to a magical world.
:10:05
What time is it?
:10:07
Good Lord, my train.
:10:09
Anyway, well...
:10:13
See you all tomorrow.
Bye.
:10:16
- Cheerio, Jack. See you.
- Good-bye, Mr. Lewis.
:10:22
Yesterday, I received a letter...
:10:26
that referred to an event
that took place...
:10:29
almost a year ago now,
December 4, 1951.
:10:33
My correspondent
hadn't forgotten.
:10:35
I doubt if any of us have.
:10:37
That was the night...
:10:38
a Number 1 bus drove
into a column...
:10:41
of young Royal Marine cadets
in Chatham...
:10:44
and killed 24 of them.
:10:46
You remember?
:10:49
The letter asks...
:10:51
some simple
but fundamental questions.
:10:56
Where was God
on that December night?