Hello, Dete.

I'm hot.

Is it far? - Heidi, it's right at the top.

Hello, Dete.

Hello.

Is that your late sister's daughter? - Yes.

Come on, Heidi. We have to go. - She's got so big.

Come on.

Where are you taking her?

To her grandfather. - To the Alp-Uncle?

Good heavens!

Dete.

He's godless and hates every living soul.

They say he even forgot how to speak.

Am I meant to put her in a home?

Or give her to some farmer we don't know?

You know that nobody wants an extra mouth to feed.

She might have been better off with strangers.

He even fell out with his own son. May God rest his soul.

And I'm sure he won't want anything to do with the child.

Heidi! Where are you?

Heidi, come here right now!

Coming!

Hello, Grandfather.

Hello, Alp-Uncle.

This is Heidi.

Your grandchild.

I've found a position in Frankfurt.

So now I'm bringing her to you.

She's your own flesh and blood affer all.

Go! And take her with you.

I've looked affer her for five years.

But I can't do it anymore. - Get out of here!

Heidi, listen to me.

There's nothing to be scared of.

I'm sure Uncle won't hurt you.

Right, now go.

Go!

God forgive me.

The child! Take the child with you!

Go on, go with her!

But she doesn't want me either.

Grandfather?

Good morning, Grandfather.

Drink.

Thank you. - I'll take you to the parson.

He'll know what to do with you.

Open up.

The child is strong.

And healthy.

She won't be much trouble.

She can't stay with me.

Okay, fine.

I'm going to Maienfeld in three days. Maybe a farmer has a use for her.

Otherwise, it's a home.

But she has to stay with you until then.

I'll bring her down then.

It's your Christian duty to look affer your grandchild.

Here, off you go.

Grandfather?

Should I sleep in the stable again tonight?

Sleep wherever you want.

You only have one chair.

And only one bed.

What's that up there?

I want to sleep up here in the hay. Am I allowed?

Grandfather?

I'd rather not go into a home.

Good morning, Grandfather. - Drink your milk.

Stop there!

Good morning, goats.

Little Bear! Little Swan! Come on!

Come on! Chop chop!

Good day, General Goatherd.

Take the girl with you out on the alp today.

She doesn't know how things work in the mountains.

Hello. My name is Heidi.

Right. - Thank you.

Come on.

Did you hear him? You have to do what I say.

Yeah, yeah.

What's your name? - Peter.

Are you living with him now? - Yes, he's my grandfather.

Your grandfather?

Why don't you live with your parents?

Because they're dead.

My father is dead too.

I was living with my Aunt Dete in Bad Ragaz until now.

I had to sit inside all day.

But here is much better. I can be outside!

Hey, stay with me! - Yeah, yeah.

What's that little one called?

Snowhopper. - Will you show me how to make a fire?

Sure.

Hey, Peter.

Did you eat some of my cheese and sausage?

What, me?

No, that wasn't me.

Who else could it have been?

I don't know. Maybe a goat?

A goat?

Hey! Stay there.

Little Swan, Thistlefinch! Stop it, stop!

Get away! Stop that!

Just you wait! - Leave him!

Do you never listen? I said stay over there!

Stop hitting them! They stopped fighting.

They need to be punished. They give less milk if they fight.

If you stop hitting them, I'll give you half my food.

Half of it?

Every day?

But you're not allowed to hit the goats anymore.

Do you promise?

Every day. Half.

Do you see? Look. - I can see.

Look. Ouick, get down!

Now your turn.

Me? - Yes.

Heidi? - Yes?

Maybe don't mention the food. - I won't say anything.

In the village they say he killed someone once.

Thank you.

I'd rather sleep in the stable affer all.

Did Peter tell you stories about me?

And you just believe him?

Is it true what he says?

People like saying nasty things.

You have to decide whether to trust your own eyes and ears

or what other people say.

Goodnight, Grandfather.

Lovely.

I know my way around up here.

I'll show you tomorrow where the edelweiss grows.

Peter.

I'll be gone tomorrow. Grandfather is taking me to the parson.

What?

I'm on my own with these stupid goats again.

Shoo! Move! Come on.

Go! Move it!

What on earth do you look like?

Grandfather?

Is the chair for me?

Who else?

But I'm leaving tomorrow.

You're going out on the alp tomorrow.

And the next day too?

Certainly.

Don't ask so many questions and go and wash your face.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Peter! I'm allowed to stay!

Today is the last day I'll be here. - Why?

I have to go to school.

When are you coming back?

In the spring, I think.

Not until the spring?

You can come down and visit.

Grandmother will be pleased to see you.

No more eating, you've had enough!

Come on!

May I go to school too?

Come on, eat.

Look who's there.

That's unbelievable.

He shouldn't be allowed to take care of a child.

He's looking over.

Good day.

Hello.

Alp-Uncle...

What do you have planned for the girl?

That's nothing to do with you.

In a year she'll have to go to school.

She doesn't have to do anything.

Be sensible. Every child must learn to read.

She can't come down from the alp on her own in the winter.

Come on, child. You go outside.

Alone the whole winter, up on that alp.

A child of that age needs friends. - She has all she needs.

It's against the law.