The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies

I warned you.

Did I not warn you what would come of dealing with Dwarves?

Now they've done it.

They've woken the dragon!

They've brought an apocalypse upon our heads!

Come on. Quickly.

Quickly.

Faster now. I'm trying to evacuate myself, here.

Careful, man.

Never mind the books. Get on! Get the rest of it!

But, sire, should we not try to save the town?

The town is lost.

- Save the gold! - You heard him. Get a move on.

- Da! - Come on.

Pile them up!

We have no time. We must leave.

- Get him up. - Come on.

- Come on. Let's go. - I'm fine. I can walk.

- Fast as you can. - We're not leaving.

Not without our father.

If you stay here, your sisters will die.

Is that what your father would want?

Open this door!

Do you hear me?

I can see him!

Look!

Down here! Now!

- Give me your hand. - We gotta go.

Quickly now. Hurry.

Kili, come on!

- It's around the corner! - Keep on going, man!

Dragon!

Come on, come on!

Faster! Faster!

If only we could take more of these poor people with us, but they're hardly worth it.

- I quite agree. - Help!

Help!

Look out!

Move it!

Move it!

Come on! Faster!

My gold! My gold!

We're carrying too much.

We need to dump something.

Quite right, Alfrid.

Faster! Faster!

Poor souls.

Da.

Da!

He hit it!

- He hit the dragon! He did! - No.

He hit his mark! I saw.

His arrows cannot pierce its hide.

I fear nothing will.

What are you doing?

- Come back! Bain! - Bain!

Bain!

Get back here!

- Bain! - Leave him.

We cannot go back.

Bain!

Dad.

Bain! What are you doing?

You were supposed to leave!

- I came to help you. - No!

Nothing can stop it now.

This might.

Bain.

You go back.

You get out of here. Now.

Dad!

No!

Stop, stop! Halt!

Halt!

Who are you that would stand against me?

Now, that is a pity.

What will you do now...

Bowman?

You are forsaken.

No help will come.

Now's our chance! Go!

Go!

Head for the open water!

Hmm.

Is that your child?

You cannot save him from the fire.

He will burn!

Stay still, son.

Stay still.

Tell me...

wretch...

how now shall you challenge me?

You have nothing left...

but your death!

Bain.

Look at me.

You look at me.

Little to your left.

That's it.

Bain! Hold on!

What was that?

What happened?

It fell. I saw it.

It's dead.

Smaug is dead.

By my beard, I think he's right.

Look there!

The Ravens of Erebor are returning to the Mountain.

Aye.

Word will spread.

Before long...

every soul in Middle-Earth will know...

the dragon is dead!

You are not alone...

Mithrandir.

Help me!

Where's my baby?

Please!

Somebody help me!

Help!

Over there!

Da!

Da!

- Da! - Da!

Aah! Why me?

Tauriel.

Kili!

Come on.

We're leaving!

They are your people. You must go.

Come with me.

I know how I feel. I'm not afraid.

You make me feel alive.

I can't.

Tauriel.

I don't know what that means.

I think you do.

One more!

Keep it.

As a promise.

- These are dry. - You'll need them.

- Thank you. - Here.

Oi! Give me one of them.

I'll catch my death in this cold.

Oh, find your own!

You're not in charge now, Alfrid Lickspittle.

That is where you are wrong.

In the absence of the Master...

the power cedes to his deputy...

which, in this instance, is my good self.

Now give me that blanket!

Master's deputy?

Don't make me laugh.

You're a sneak-thief, more like!

I'll be dead before I answer to the likes of you.

Maybe that can be arranged.

I wouldn't go turning on your own, Alfrid. Not now.

- Da! - Come here!

You're alive.

It's all right, darling.

- It was Bard! - He killed the dragon!

I saw it with me own eyes.

He brought the beast down!

Shot him dead, with a Black Arrow.

Thank you, Bard!

- Good man. - Thank you!

You've saved us all!

Bless you.

All hail, to the Dragon-Slayer!

All hail...

King Bard!

I have said it many times.

This is a man of noble stock.

- A born leader! - Do not call me that.

I'm not the Master of this town.

Where is he?

- Where's the Master? - Halfway down the Anduin.

With all our coin, I don't doubt.

You would know.

You helped him empty the treasury.

No.

I tried to stop him.

- Liar! - Cheat!

You're a mongrel!

I begged. I pleaded.

Away with him!

- Tar him! - I said, "Master...

no!

Think of the children."

Hang him!

"Will nobody think of the children?"

Ow!

To the tree with him!

- Hang him hard! - Take him down!

Enough! Let him go!

Let him go!

Look around you!

Have you not had your fill of death?

Aye!

Winter is upon us.