Everyone calls him Uncle Alp, because
that's where he lives.
On top of an alp.
Well, some mountain
in Switzerland, anyway.
When he was younger,
he drank, you know.
And gambled away practically the
entire family fortune.
And when he joined the Army, well...
they say that he killed a man and
that he had to go to court...
and then things took a very nasty turn.
I'm appalled at the prospect of
leaving the child with a man like that.
But I have to work.
And I won't get a good position
with a child along.
And the lord knows I've done my best
for her since my poor sister died.
Are you all right, Heidi?
Tobaco
What's he like, my grandfather?
You'll love him.
Well, he's everything you'd expect
in a grandfather.
Is this where grandfather lives?
No, he lives much further
up the mountain.
He must be mad, honestly.
Who lives here?
How should I know, child?
Do you think they'd of water?
Ask them.
Yes?
May I have a drink of water, please?
What's your name, then?
Heidi.
What's yours?
Peter.
What are you doing up here anyway?
I've come to live with my grandfather.
Uncle Alp?
That's what they call him, I think.
Rather you than me.
Quickly now.
Say hello to your grandfather, then.
Hello, grandfather.
I'm Heidi.
Your granddaughter.
Why have you brought her here?
She's come to live with you.
What?!
I've done all I can for her these
past few years.
Now it's your turn.
Don't be ridiculous, girl.
Where's Detie?
She's gone, grandfather.
Gone?
Then you'd better hurry
up and catch her, hadn't you?
But she said she only had
one ticket to Frankfurt.
Shit!
You can't stay here. It...
Where will I sleep, grandfather?
Where you like.
I could sleep up here, grandfather.
You'll need this one also. It gets...
much colder later.
Thank you, grandfather.
Goodnight.
Morning, grandfather.
Morning.
Hello. Hello.
Hey, what's your name?
What's their names, grandfather?
Well, this one's Daisy, this is Dusky.
It's Pete, come to take them
up to high pasture.
Can I go with him?
I suppose so.
Only, wash your face first...
so the sun won't laugh
at how dirty it is.
Presumably you have no objections,
General of the Goats?
Suppose not.
This is her lunch.
See she gets all of it, mmm?
And mind you look after her.
Especially around that ravine.
The sun can't laugh at me now,
grandfather.
See you later then.
Careful! Hey!
Didn't you hear Old Alp
warn me about the ravine?
I was only looking.
And don't call him Old Alp.
Stay where I can see you
from now on, all right?
Is that all you're having?
It's all we can afford.
Have this. And the bread.
Are you sure?
I've got more than enough of this.
Thanks.
Get off.
Don't send him away. What's his name?
Finch.
He's more trouble than
the rest of them put together.
I think he's lovely.
What's that?
A hawk, of course.
Does it live up here?
It has a nest at the top
of the peak there.
Can we go up and see it?
Don't be silly.
Even the goats can't get up there.
Why does it make that noise?
I don't know.
Where's that stupid Finch gone now?
Oh, no!
- Come on.
- Don't you dare!
He needs to be taught a lesson.
He's just a baby. No, I said!
Promise me more of that
cheese tomorrow, then.
Tomorrow and every day.
And the bread,
just so long as you promise...
to never never beat any
of them ever again.
Promise.
Bye, Peter.
Can I come with you tomorrow, then?
If you like.
Can I, grandfather?
Of course.
I brought you these.
Oh, no, what happened to them,
grandfather?
Perhaps they wanted to stay in the sun.
I'll never, ever pick any more ever again.
Why does it croak like that?
He's jeering at all the people who
live down in the village...
and make trouble for one another.
He's telling them...
"why don't you mind your own business?"
"Or climb to the top
of a mountain sometime.
You'd all be a lot better off."
What are you doing, grandfather?
Making cheese.
Can I try?
Are your hands clean?
All right, go on then.
You'll need to do it
much harder than that.
That will be Peter.
All right, run along. I'll finish off.
It will snow soon.
How do you know?
I just know.
My grannie,
she said she'd like to meet you.
What's she like?
Ancient.
And blind.
She sees people through her fingers.
Really? I'd like to see her do that.
What about tomorrow, then?
All right.
Don't forget about tomorrow.
I won't.
Come on.
In you go, Daisy.
Grandfather, have you made that?!
It is just something for you to sit
on by the fire when the winter comes.
Oh, grandfather, thank you. It's lovely.
Thank you, thank you.
Peter says I'll be going to meet
his grannie tomorrow.
Will that be all right?
Yeah, I suppose so.
How will Peter get up here with the
goats, grandfather?
He won't be able to.
But I promised to visit his grannie.
She'll be expecting me.
She'll just have to be patient, won't she?
And so will you.
Now, go get some warmer clothes on.
Where are you going?
To see Heidi.
The snow's too deep, Peter.
Don't worry, I'll be all right.
I'll be back before dark.
Who's this, grandfather?
My son.
Your father.
He died in an accident.
Him and your mother.
Don't you remember them at all?
I was only a baby, Aunt Detie said.
What was he like? My father?
A lot like you, actually.
Why don't you ever go down
to the village, grandfather?
Oh, I...
I go when I have to.
Peter?!
Are you out of your mind,
coming up here before
the snow's even frozen?
I'm here, aren't I?
Hello, Heidi.
Hello.
So, General you're going to have to start
chewing a pencil again, eh?
Chewing a pencil?
In the winter, Peter has to go to school.
And he finds chewing a pencil helps a lot.
Don't you, Peter?
What do you do at school, Peter?
Learning to read and write.
Not like I'm ever gonna bother to.
Why not?
Because it's a waste of time.
Why does a goatherd need to read
and write anyway?
Well, that would depend, wouldn't it?
On whether the goatherd wanted to
spend the rest of his life being a goatherd.
I have to go.
Bye, Peter.
Will I ever have to go to school,
grandfather?
Have you ever been to school?
The nearest school was miles when
I lived with Aunt Detie.
I mean, she was too busy to take me.
When can I go and visit Peter's grannie?
When the snow has frozen over.
When will that be?
Once Christmas is over.
Christmas?
Heidi?
Yes?
Are you all right?
Oh, yes, grandfather.
Now, close your eyes, Heidi.
Why?
Just turn your back and close your eyes.
You can open them now.
Grandfather, a sledge!
Be careful, Heidi.
Your Christmas present.
I'm sorry it's a bit late.
Oh, grandfather, it's beautiful.
Thank you, thank you.
You said you wanted to see
Peter's grannie.
Off we go.
Grandfather!
Hold on.
Yippee!
Wait, wait, wait. Hold on.
Now, in you go.
Just make sure to tell Peter...
to have you back home well before dark.
Heidi, of course. Come in, welcome.
Mother, it's Heidi.
Heidi?
Such warm hands.
Where's Peter?
He's at school.
But how did you get down here, child?
My grandfather brought
me down on a sledge.
What does she look like, Bridget?
Very pretty. In fact, beautiful.
Oh, yes certainly that.
I told you she'd come, didn't I, grannie?
And most welcome she was.
So how did you get on
with your reading today?
Peter, you need to learn to read.
Why?
Can you read, Heidi?
No.
See.
One of these days wind's gonna blow
this place right off the mountain.
Give me your hand.
Peter's grannie's blind.
Yes, I know.
And that house they live in.
The doors creak and the shutters bang...
and grannie gets really
frightened when the wind blows...
in case it blows them right
off the mountain.
Oh, yes?
I just wish there was somebody who
could do something about it.
Somebody who really knew about these
things, grandfather.
Can you think of anyone?
No.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Morning, Pastor.
Good morning, my friend.
May I have a word?
Mind the tables there, children.
The child, Heidi.
What about her?
The teacher has sent
you messages pointing out,
that she should be at school in the winter.
So?
So, what do you intend to do with her?
I certainly shan't be sending
her to any school.
Then what will become of her?
She'll grow up with the goats
and the birds.
They at least won't give
her any bad ideas.
She's not a goat or a bird, man.
She's not a goat or a bird, man.
Going to school.
And just how do you suggest
we get her there?
Mmm? Do you really think that
I would send a girl...
a little child of her age,
down the mountain?
You could come back to Dorfli to live.
What sort of life is that for a young girl?
Stuck up there.
One she loves, take my word for it.
And certainly a better one than
she would have down here,
among people who despise me.
My friend, people don't think
half as unkindly of you,
as you seem to think they do.
Frankly, Pastor,
I don't care much how they feel.
Just as long as they leave us alone.
What do you want?
Well, if you'll give me a chance
to get my breath back, I'll tell you.
Heidi, darling. How well you look, child.
Hello.
I asked you what you wanted.
Well you must have realised that
I always intended to come back for her.
What?
Well, of course I did.
In fact, since then,
I've spent my every waking hour trying
to find a good home for her.
And now I'm delighted to say that
I've found one.
But she already has a good home. Here.
Living on top of a mountain like a hermit?
The people I work for have rich
relations in Frankfurt...
who have a child who's wheelchair bound,
and longs for a little playmate.
Some simple, unspoilt child of her own age.
In fact, someone just like Heidi, ight?
That's right.
How much are these rich
relatives offering you,
for providing this little playmate?
How dare you.
And how typical of you to think of that.
Because I know you, Detie.
I know you well enough...
to know that there has to be
something in it for you...
for you to suddenly turn up here again,
after dumping her on me the way you did.
Has it ever occurred to you to find
out what Heidi might think of this idea?
She's still a child.
She's also a human being.
And certainly not some chattel,
to be traded in whenever
you find it convenient.
You certainly are the most
selfish brat I ever met.
And what about you?
It's fairly obvious why you're so
determined to hang on to her, isn't it?
You'll need someone to look after you
when you're no longer able to.
Never mind that you're an old man now.
In fact, a very old man who,
let's face it,
hasn't much longer to live.
And when you do die,
what's going to happen to her then, eh?
But you won't be here then, will you?
So why should that bother you?
I understand that you're refusing
to send her to school.
If you think that I'm going to stand by,
and see my poor sister's only child...
brought up like some sort of illiterate
peasant then you're wrong.
If I have to take this to court,
I shan't hesitate.
And then, well, God knows what might
come out about you.
Take her, then.
And spoil her.
But don't you ever bring her back
here to me again.
Grandfather.
Go on! Get out of here, the two of you!
Come along now, Heidi.
No.
Now don't be silly, child.
I don't want to go with you,
I want to stay here with grandfather.
After what you've just heard?
I'm sure he didn't really mean it.
Of course he meant it. He's famous
for that violent temper of his.
You do know, don't you,
that he killed a man in a brawl?
Why else do you think he lives alone here,
hiding away on top of a mountain?
I don't believe it.
Believe what you like.
It's what a judge will believe that counts.
And you don't want him thrown
into jail, do you? Or worse?
If I go with you,
I can come back, can't I?
Well, of course you can,
whenever you like.
Now go on, get your things.
Come on now.
Heidi, I will not tell you again.
Heidi, where are you going?
Mind your own business.
Can I not just go in and say goodbye
to grannie first?
We have a train to catch,
there isn't time. Now come along, child.
Grannie'll be so disappointed
that I didn't say goodbye to her.
Well, you can bring her a present
when you come back.
Can I really?
Well, of course you can.
Some of those lovely white rolls that
they sell in Frankfurt.
What's your name, child?
Heidi.
That can't be your proper name, surely.
What were you christened?
I don't remember.
Is the child half-witted?
Or simply impertinent?
No, ma'am.
It's just that she's never been
in a house like this before.
She was christened Adelheid.
How old is she?
To be honest with you,
I can't remember,
but I should think about 10.
I'll soon be 9.
What?
I distinctly remember saying we wanted
someone of Clara's own age. 11.
What books have you read?
None.
None?
I haven't learned to read yet.
Nor has Peter.
He thinks reading is a waste of time.
Peter?
The goatherd.
What have you learned to do, then?
Make cheese.
Really, Detie.
Er, beg pardon,
You did tell me that what you were
looking for was a more...
unusual sort of child.
And Heidi, I mean Adelheid,
is certainly unusual.
If I might presume to make a suggestion.
Why don't I leave her with you
for a few days.
And then if you still think
she's unsuitable,
I'll take her back.
Oh, yes please, let's do that,
Miss Rottenmeier. Just for a few days.
Very well.
Tinette.
Tinette!
Now what?
Have a room prepared for her.
Dinner is at eight o'clock.
Don't be late.
If there's one thing I simply abhor,
it's unpunctuality.
I was promised a certain amount
to find someone, Miss Rottenmeier.
For finding someone satisfactory.
Well, I'll see you soon.
In a few days, yes?
Do you want to be called Heidi
or Adelheid?
My name's Heidi.
Then that's what I shall call you.
Are you glad you came here?
No. But I will be going home
in a few days
with some nice white rolls for grannie.
So that will be all right.
You do say the funniest things,
I'm sure we'll have great fun together.
If you've nothing to do,
I'm sure I can find you something.
I've only just finished laying the table.
Then you can start doing something else.
And what are you looking at?
You remind me of Peter the goatboy.
Oh, do I?
And he's quite handsome, too.
Really?
May I have that?
Am I to have that as well?
Put the dish down, Sebastian,
and bring the vegetables.
Never speak to Sebastian during a meal.
Unless it's to give him an order.
Now...
you...
are to address me...
as ma'am.
As for Clara.
It's up to Clara to say
what you're to call her.
What on earth are you doing there?
Looking for grass.
So what's it like in the mountains?
It's beautiful.
There's lots of grass and trees.
And when the sun sets...
it looks like there's fire
on the mountains.
I should like to see that sometime.
Right, Clara, time for your nap.
But I'm not a bit sleepy,
Miss Rottenmeier.
We'll have none of that.
As for you, Adelheid,
while she's sleeping,
you will, of course
sit quietly in your room as usual,
until you're called.
The child Heidi
Now, what about her?
She seems to have vanished.
What's happened to her?
Didn't you hear, Pastor?
I ate her.
Look where you're going.
Morning, Mr Usher.
You have a new pupil today.
Right, ladies to begin,
please open your books at page six.
Thank you.
Some sort of problem
with the window is there, Miss?
Could you open it, please?
Of course.
There.
Try standing on this.
Just stony streets.
We are in the middle of the city, Miss.
Where could I go...
to see the whole of the valley?
Well, you'd need to get
somewhere high, I suppose.
Like that church tower there. See?
The one with the golden ball.
Yes.
Where's Clara, please?
Having her afternoon nap, of course.
What else at this time of the day?
Where's the tower
with the gold ball on top?
Would you show me where it is?
What would you give me if I do?
What do you want?
Money, of course.
I haven't got any money.
Well, that's that then, isn't it?
But Clara has.
And I'm sure she'll give me some.
Who's Clara?
She lives here.
It'll cost you tuppence.
All right.
What's that thing you're holding?
A concertina.
What does it do?
Plays music, of course.
How do I get in?
I don't know.
Wait for me, just in case I can't
find my way back.
Cost you another tuppence.
Very well.
What do you two want?
I don't want anything.
But I want to climb
to the top of the tower.
What for?
To see what I can see from there.
Be off with you.
But, please. Just this once, please.
Oh, well if it makes you happy.
Come on.
Aren't there any trees
at all in Frankfurt?
I should think trees have more sense
than to live here in Frankfurt.
There's something else you can see, mind.
Might just... cheer you up a bit.
Over there in the trunk.
Would you like one?
To keep?
Of course you can. In fact,
you can have more than one if you like.
They're no use to me.
In fact, between you and me
the ones that for the bucket.
The bucket?
Of water.
You wouldn't.
I can't do anything with them.
I can't afford to feed them.
Then I'll take them all.
Right.
But how will I carry them home?
Don't worry about that
I'll bring them round to you.
Could you just tell me
where it is you live?
Mr Sesseman's house.
Mr Sesseman? Oh.
Right.
Couldn't I take two now?
One for me and one for Clara?
Of course you can.
Thank you for showing me the way back.
Hey, where's my fourpence?
I'll get it for you.
There you are, Miss.
Come on. Come on.
Oi! My fourpence!
What's the idea, running off like that?
I didn't. I just wanted to find
the church with the gold ball on top.
And there's this boy.
Never mind about him.
You're in dead trouble.
They're already at the table.
Come on.
I will speak to you later, Adelheid
about your unpunctuality.
Suffice to say at the moment.
That it was extremely naughty
to go roaming off like that.
I beg your pardon?
How dare you mock me in such fashion!
I didn't.
That'll do!
Do you hear? That'll do!
Oh, my god!
Get out! Get out!
If you all just relax for one second.
No, no, no.
I've only just polished the...
Try and hold on to the orange
No, no, no.
Please, just stay calm.
She's always hated cats, you see.
In fact, she's terrified of them.
Even kittens?
Cats of any age. But it was funny.
I'm sorry, Miss Clara,
but you're going to have
to leave those charge.
I'm under strict orders from
Miss Rottenmeier to get rid of them.
Oh no, Sebastian, not the bucket!
Oh, good Lord, no, Miss.
What do you take me for,
some sort of savage?
Then what are you going to do with them?
There's a place in the attics where
Miss Rottenmeier never goes.
The mice, you see.
Gently.
That's it.
And what do you want?
My fourpence.
Your fourpence?
That's what she owes me.
Who does?
Clara.
'Miss' Clara to you.
And for your information, Miss Clara
never goes out into the street.
She can't even walk. How could
she possibly owe you fourpence?
It wasn't her who promised me.
It was the other girl.
What girl?
Brown hair, sort of a red dress.
Oh, that girl.
And this would be yesterday
afternoon, right?
That's right.
Well, I suppose you'd best come in.
Now, you just wait there.
Fourpence?
Oh, well, no matter.
Give him this, Sebastian.
Oh, no. I'll do it.
I promise I'll pay you back, Clara.
No, no, no, no! Will you stop that!
She asked me to.
Well I'm telling you. Now you've
got your fourpence. Clear off!
What on earth?
And just what is going on here now?
Yes?
For the little Miss.
What is that?
And what is that?
This is a little gift
for the Miss, ma'am.
He said...
Well, don't just stand there,
open it man, open it!
Open it, man, open it!
Oh, dear...
Everyone relax. It's okay.
No panic. If we can all just...
Take it off! Take it off!
They are rather fast.
Come here, good kitten.
Take it off! Take it off!
Everyone just maintain calm...
You trod on my tortoise!
Does Heidi really have to go so soon,
Miss Rottenmeier?
She most certainly does.
Only, I was just wondering
what my father would think about that.
Your father?
Well, he will be home tomorrow.
And I suppose it is just possible
that he would prefer
to make the decision himself.
Are you all right, my dear?
Hello, Heidi.
Hello, grandfather.
Would you like to make some cheese?
Yes.
Whoa there. Whoa.
Papa!
Steady.
Welcome back, sir.
Thank you, Sebastian. Is all well?
Clara, my dearest. How are you?
All the better for seeing you, father.
Oh, I've missed you.
And this is Heidi.
Ah, Heidi.
But I understood from Miss Rottenmeier
that her name was Adelheid.
That's what Miss Rottenmeier calls her.
But her real name is Heidi.
So tell me, Heidi, are you
and Clara good friends?
Oh, yes, sir.
I'm delighted to hear it.
Mr Sesseman.
Miss Rottenmeier.
If I could have a word, sir. In private.
But of course.
I'll see you later.
And this was when you stood
on this tortoise, was it, Miss Rottenmeier?
After being attacked by at least one
of the felines, yes.
Good Lord.
Frankly, sir it makes my skin crawl
just touching them.
And all this was the child
Heidi's doing, you say?
Absolutely.
So what you're saying, Miss Rottenmeier
is that you don't consider her a suitable
companion for my daughter?
What I'm saying is, Mr Sesseman...
that I'm not entirely sure that
Adelheid is quite right in the head.
Here, Clara.
Heidi. Would you mind
bringing me a glass of water?
Fresh water?
Fresh cold water, ideally.
Of course, sir.
Now, Clara,
tell me about these cats that Heidi
apparently smuggled into the house.
They weren't cats, papa,
they were kittens.
And she only did it to save their lives.
Oh?
They were going to be put down.
So what's happened to these animals?
Sebastian's hidden them in the attic
until he can find good homes for them.
Oh, but please, papa,
let me keep a couple of them.
And I know the doctor said that they
weren't good for my condition
but I'm sure I'll be all right now.
Who told you the doctor said
they were bad for your condition?
Miss Rottenmeier.
Good day to you.
Good day.
Miss Rottenmeier thinks that
we should send Heidi away anyway.
No, papa. Since she came,
wonderful things have
happened nearly every day.
And she does make me laugh so.
Ah, thank you,
Heidi. My, this is cold.
I got it from the fountain.
Outside, on the street.
You went out for it?
You did want it cold, sir.
Thank you, Heidi.
Terribly sorry, sir.
You wanted a word, sir.
I did, Rottenmeier, yes.
I need to return to Paris tomorrow
for some important meetings.
And I know that I can, leave the household
in your more than capable hands.
But of course, sir.
Now, as for the little Swiss Miss...
it seems that Clara has formed
quite an attachment to her.
And I think it would be wiser not
to send her back just yet.
As you wish, sir.
And despite her little idiosyncrasies
she will, of course, be treated with
kindness and understanding at all times.
But of course, sir.
And if you find her too much to
manage on your own, help is at hand.
Oh?
My mother will be arriving shortly
for her usual visit.
Thank you, Sebastian.
Clara, grandmamma's here!
Adelheid!
How dare you presume to address
Mrs Sesseman as grandmamma.
She isn't your grandmamma.
Never forget that.
In future, therefore...
you will call her. Gracious Madam.
Gracious Madam! Is that quite clear?
Yes, ma'am.
Now go to your room at once.
And sit quietly until you're called.
Are you clean?
Yes.
Well, in that case,
you're to go to the study.
There you are, darling.
Thank you.
And this is your friend, is it?
Yes, this is her, grandmamma.
Come in, my dear.
Let me have a good look at you.
Good evening, Madam Gracious.
What? Is that what you call people
in the mountains?
Oh, no, we never call anybody that.
Nor here either, I can assure you.
I'm grandmamma,
and that's what you shall call me.
Now, you will remember that, won't you?
Yes, grandmamma.
And what's your name?
My real name's Heidi...
but Miss Rottenmeier thinks
it should be Adelheid.
So I answer to that as well.
I'm sure you'll agree, madam,
that it's better for her.
To be called by a name which isn't
a cause of ribaldry and embarrassment.
My dear Rottenmeier.
If Heidi is her name,
then that
is what she shall be called.
As you wish, madam.
You sent for me, madam?
Yes. Clara's taking
her afternoon nap, isn't she?
Yes, madam.
And what does Heidi do in the afternoons?
Sits quietly in her room
until called, madam.
I see.
In that case, bring her down, will you?
I want to give her some books I've found.
I hardly think that books would
be of any use to her, madam.
She hasn't even learnt her alphabet yet.
Strange. She doesn't seem stupid.
But then appearances can often
be deceptive, madam.
Can't they?
Come in.
Heidi.
Come and sit over here.
I've found some books for you to read.
But I can't read, grandmamma.
You can at least look
at some of the pictures.
My dear child, whatever's the matter?
This reminds me of...
Home?
You miss it very much, don't you?
Grandfather especially.
Even if he doesn't want me any more.
And little Finch.
Little Finch?
He's a goat.
I see.
Well, why don't you look
at some other books.
Perhaps the pictures
won't upset you so much.
But I like this book.
And the pictures in it are lovely.
And it has a lovely story to go with it.
If only you could read it.
Only I told you.
I can't read, it's too hard.
Whoever told you that?
Peter.
Peter?
The goatherd.
Anyone can read, Heidi.
Would you like me to teach you?
Oh, yes, please but you'd
be wasting your time.
We'll see.
When's Heidi coming back?
That one.
Good.
And that one.
And that one.
Good.
Once upon...
- a time there was a...
- The child can suddenly read.
Don't be ridiculous.
Well, my own reaction exactly
when witnessed it just now.
How can this be, I ask myself?
How is this possible? But...
she's reading aloud...
to Mrs Sesseman at this moment.
- Rottenmeier.
- Oh, yes madam?
I think it's high time we did something
about Heidi's wardrobe, don't you?
Her clothes don't seem entirely
appropriate somehow
for a companion to my granddaughter.
We could cut down some
of Clara's old dresses to fit her.
What I had in mind...
was taking her into town before I leave
and buying her some clothes of her own.
Nothing too grand, you understand.
It would only embarrass the child...
so perhaps you'd make
the necessary arrangements.
Good evening.
Good evening, ma'am.
Hello, Clara.
It's yours now, dear.
To keep?
Yes.
Even when I go home?
But of course.
But of course you won't be
going home, Adelheid.
Grandmamma will be leaving soon...
and then Clara will need you
more than ever.
Won't you,
Clara, dear?
Walk on.
Bye, children.
Bye.
Hand me that, Tinette.
That's mine!
It's falling to pieces, child.
What are you going to do with it?
Burn it, of course.
You have new clothes now.
Not the hat as well!
And will you kindly explain
what these are doing here?
They're rolls.
I can see what they are.
Or rather were. What I want to know
is what you're doing with them.
They're for grannie.
Grannie?
Peter's grannie.
She finds black bread too hard to chew.
She'll find this a lot harder.
Must be weeks old, some of them.
Don't you realise rolls are to be
eaten the day they're baked?
Remove them at once, Tinette.
Perhaps a spot of this, Miss.
No, thanks.
Please, Miss, you must have something.
You haven't eaten for
days.
Something wrong with your food, is there?
I'm not hungry.
Well then will you kindly leave the table
before you put the rest of us off.
Wretched child.
Doesn't appreciate
how very fortunate she is.
Oh well, then.
If she insists on starving herself
to death, so be it.
Grandfather.
Grandfather.
Heidi? Heidi!
What are you doing?
Are you all right?
I don't know.
So how are you feeling now, Heidi?
Much better, thank you.
And where were you off to last night?
When Sebastian found you.
I don't know, Doctor.
You'd been dreaming, had you?
And what were you dreaming about?
It's the same dream I have every night.
Oh.
Where I'm back in the cottage
with grandfather
and there's lots of stars.
And when I go out to see the stars...
all I see is roofs and chimneys.
The roofs of Frankfurt?
Yes.
Don't you like being in Frankfurt, then?
I suppose I do.
Honestly?
But you do miss the cottage
and your grandfather?
Oh, yes.
It's really quite simple.
The child's been sleepwalking
because she's desperately homesick.
Yet when she came here,
she was positively blooming.
However, the only thing that matters
now is what can we do about it?
My dear chap,
there's only one thing you can do.
I realise Clara will be upset...
but Heidi must be returned
to her grandfather at once.
Before she pines away altogether.
Allow me to take that for you, Miss.
Oh, Heidi, I'm going
to miss you so much.
I'm gonna miss you too, Clara. Terribly.
But we will see
each other soon, won't we?
Someday.
Of course, Clara.
And now I can write you lots
and lots of letters.
You haven't?
Just this one, Sebastian.
Do you promise to take care
of the others?
Of course I do.
Now, you're quite sure you know
exactly where you're going?
Oh, yes.
Mr Sesseman has arranged to send
the rest of your things along later.
Thank you, Sebastian.
And thank you for bringing me home.
Goodbye, Heidi.
I'll miss you.
Goodbye, Sebastian.
Bye!
Goodbye, Heidi.
Heidi.
Grannie, it's Heidi.
Heidi?
Is it really you, child?
Oh, don't cry, grannie.
I brought you a present
back from Frankfurt.
Fresh white rolls.
Which means you won't have to eat
hard bread again for days and days.
What a present to bring me.
But you're the best present of all, child.
Well, now I must go
and see grandfather.
Oh, no, he hasn't died, has he?
Oh, no.
Grandfather?
Go away.
Grandfather, please unbolt the door.
It's Heidi, grandfather.
Go away!
But, grandfather.
Go away, I said!
Where's Heidi?
How should I know?
I'm here, Peter.
I brought him back
with me from Frankfurt.
What's his name?
Boris, because he's very bold.
So, coming up the High Pasture, then?
I don't think so.
It's more fun than staying down here
with that old grump.
Don't call him that.
He was really hurt when I left,
I know he was.
I thought you said he told you to leave?
Only because he was upset.
I should have never gone
with her, Peter.
She practically had to drag you
down to the station.
I saw that myself.
I still could have run away.
I did try to, lots of times.
Only in my sleep, though.
Oh.
Bye, Heidi. See you tomorrow.
What are you doing back here, anyway?
They sent me home.
Why?
Because you did something bad?
No, I just wanted to come home.
Well, anyway...
now you're here, I suppose...
you'll have to have some where tosleep.
You know where your bed is.
Who brought you back here, anyway?
Aunt Detie, I suppose.
No, Sebastian.
Who's that?
Mr Sesseman's servant.
He was my friend.
So what happened to your Aunt Detie?
I don't know.
I never saw her again,
after she left me in Frankfurt.
Anyway, it's going
to be awfully cold tonight.
So I suppose you'd better get
that kitten of yours inside as well.
Right, grandfather.
Thank you so much for taking me back.
Ever since you got back from Frankfurt...
you've always had your head stuck
in a stupid book.
A book can't be stupid, Peter.
People who read them are.
You should learn
to read yourself, Peter.
- I could teach you, you know.
- No, thanks.
Then you know what will happen
to you, don't you?
What?
One day,
they'll send you down
to the big school...
where all the teachers wear top hats...
and when they find out you can't read,
they'll all make fun of you.
They wouldn't.
They would, you know.
Can you really teach me how to read?
Of course.
Where are we going, grandfather?
You'll see.
Well, who'd have thought it?
I know.
What's this place, grandfather?
It is the house I used to live in,
before I moved up the mountain.
And I thought that we might move in
when winter comes.
If nothing else, it will make it
easier for you to get to school.
Would you like that?
As long as you promise we can move
back up to the mountain in the summer.
Did you like living here, grandfather?
Yes.
Once.
My son grew up here.
I think we can make
this house really cosy.
Here you are. That's for you, Miss.
We've come to welcome you, Mr Koller.
Welcome back. Yes, welcome back.
We've missed you both.
Welcome back, my friend.
Welcome home, Heidi.
You're getting good at that good.
Good.
I'm supposed to give you this.
It's for you From Frankfurt.
You can still change your mind
and come with us, you know.
I think not, madam, thank you.
You really do hate her, don't you?
I'm sure I don't know
what you mean, madam.
Oh, I think you do.
You've resented her bitterly ever
since she first set foot in this house.
What I can't for the life
of me understand is why.
She's such a sweet child.
If you say so, madam.
You mean 'you' don't think so?
I think, madam...
the child has a quite
remarkable facility...
for making people believe she is.
As to whether or not
any of it is genuine, madam
on that I prefer to keep
my own counsel, thank you.
I feel sorry for you, Rottenmeier.
Why, madam? Because I see people
as they really are?
What can you possibly see in her
that none of the rest of us can?
Unless, of course, it's yourself.
A long time ago.
Myself, madam?
Heidi.
Doctor Classen!
Heidi.
- And grandmamma!
- Hello.
Clara!
Heidi!
What a magnificent place
to live, Mr Koller.
A king would envy you this.
You're right, you know.
Man could scour the face of the earth...
and not find a better place to
retire to than this.
Something you should think about perhaps.
Oh, yes, wouldn't it be wonderful
if you did, though?
We could come and see you every day.
And I can't remember
when I had more delicious cheese.
I hope the mountain air will make up
for any deficiencies in my cooking.
Now, we really must return to the inn
in the village before the light goes.
Can't I stay here tonight, grandmamma?
She could stay with me.
I've got lots of room.
Well..I would certainly
have no objections.
If grandfather hasn't?
She could stay
for the entire summer if she wants.
Oh, could I, grandmamma, please?
What does the Doctor think?
I think it would probably
do her the world of good.
But would Mr Koller be able to cope?
Clara's hardly
in the best of health, and...
completely confined to her chair.
When I was in the Army,
I worked in the field hospital...
I expect I could just about manage.
And I could help as well.
In that case
I'm sure your father would agree.
Thank you, grandmamma, thank you.
That will be Peter.
You have to meet him, Clara.
You can give him his present.
Peter, this is my friend, Clara.
Hello, Peter.
Hello.
This is for you.
All the way from Frankfurt.
Thank you.
She also brought
a warm shawl for grannie,
and a dress for your mother.
Oh yeah?
Why doesn't he like me?
I think perhaps he's a bit jealous.
Most days I go up to High Pasture...
but for the last few days
I haven't been able to.
I wish I could go up
to High Pasture one day.
You've told me so much about it.
I'm sure Peter will be pleased to see us.
This is where he usually is.
Oh, never mind.
I'm sure he can't be very far away.
Here, Clara.
Do you like the mountains?
Yes.
Aren't they amazing?
So, put your arm around me.
Let's find a good place for our picnic.
What about here, grandfather?
Why not?
That's a good girl.
Careful, Heidi.
The ravine!
No!
Grandfather!
Peter!
Peter!
Get yourself down here, now!
Help!
Grandfather.
Hold on to my hand.
Peter...
Help!
Hold, hold on to my leg.
Grandfather!
- Come on.
- I'm slipping! I can't hold on!
Heidi good.
Come on.
Come on.
Heidi.
Heidi.
Heidi, are you all right?
Yes, I think so.
You're standing up.
Stand up again.
I can't.
But you just did, Clara.
Try.
Give her a hand, you two.
All right, now let go of her arms.
Now walk towards me.
Walk.
And that's what we are going to do
every day from now on.
Yes? For the rest of the summer.
And... Peter.
Peter's going to help.
Aren't you, Peter?
Yes.
I can't believe the summer's nearly over.
The weeks have just flown by.
There'll be another summer next year...
and you can come and stay with us then.
Can't she, grandfather?
Oh, any time.
Papa!
Oh, Clara.
Clara.
Oh, darling, how? But you're...
I know, papa, I know.
Peter.
What made you come and live up here?
Because..I wasn't welcome in the village.
Why?
Because they'd heard...
that I'd killed a man in a fight.
And had you?
There are lots of things
that I've done in my life...
that I've regretted, Doctor,
but that was never one of them.
Well, it's a wonderful thing
you've done for Clara, Mr Koller.
And if there's anything at all that
any of us can do for you, anything
you've only to say.
What do I need
that I haven't already got?
Grandfather.
Thanks, grandfather.
- Here, throw it here, Heidi.
- Quick, Heidi.
Clara.
Having said that...
there is one thing, I suppose.
Oh?
I'm not stupid, Doctor.
I'm not just old,
I am beginning to feel old.
What happens to Heidi when I go,
though that's what bothers me.
I'll be retiring myself soon.
I've already got my eye
on a property down in Dorfli.
In fact, it was Heidi who first
put the idea into my head.
And it goes without saying,
of course that...
if she is ever left alone.
There'll always be a home for her
there with me and Mrs Classen.
I can't tell you how relieved
I am to hear that...
Doctor.
Are you all right, grandfather?
Oh, I'm fine.
He hurt his back saving my life.
When Clara first came here.
Yes, I heard about that.
And it still hurts him.
Perhaps I should take a look at it.
It's nothing really.
He always says that.
We'll take a look anyway, shall we?
As you wish.
And now, if you'll excuse me...
I think I better go
and see to the horses.
Are you sure you're all right,
grandfather?
I'm fine, in spite of your nagging.
I love you, grandfather.
And God knows I love you.
Come on, Heidi.
Coming Peter.