Sinbad

Ah!

What do you have in your hand?

- Nothing. - Nothing, you say?

- Give Father La Stessa back his coin. - Oh, no!

I've, uh... found you a cottage, more space.

The boy, he's growing up so fast.

Lara, the roof is falling in. More winds will come. It's not safe.

Please, Father. You do too much for us already.

Come on, Tiar.

I'm getting hints of roasted lamb and a honey-based ale.

We're definitely in Malta.

Yeah. You don't have to do that whole sniffy routine.

You could just ask someone.

We should register with the harbour master, but it appears he's abandoned his post.

Finally! Where have you been? Making a blanket for our journey?

I'm not coming with you.

What?

Oh, come on. A map to the Land of the Dead

- drawn by some crazy old man? - Angelico's not crazy.

Gunnar, I need this map. You know I do.

Not this time, my friend.

I have silks to deliver and monies to collect.

It's a mythic land. There's no proof it actually exists.

But if it does, it is the last place I should go and the last place I would be welcome.

Yes, but I have to go.

It's the Land of the Dead, Sinbad. The living don't go.

No wonder they seek the company of witches.

Fine, go. Enjoy yourself.

Go and help Brother Angelico.

Be gentle with him.

Did I not promise you honeyed ale?

It's not exactly tracking when there's a great tavern sign above the door.

If Gunnar won't look for this map, then what does that say?

Sinbad needs us more than ever.

Can I help you?

This is the house of the tailor?

My husband.

Well, the silk merchant of Serif,

when he heard we were heading in this direction,

he asked us to make a delivery.

He said the tailor would be expecting me.

If I'd known you were coming, I would have cancelled the order.

My husband is dead.

I cannot afford to pay for your silk.

I'm sorry your journey has been wasted.

Please. Take it with the merchant's compliments.

His mark-ups are nothing short of theft.

Well, have you eaten?

Out!

- He's not here. We should go. - He'll be here.

Is it usual for a monk to reside in a tavern?

Shouldn't we just go direct to the monastery?

- This map's not monastery business. - Um...

Philippe, landlord of the Golden Star.

Sinbad. Four honeyed ales.

Actually no, make that five.

If the good Lord permits your friend to drink.

The Tavern is for Islanders only.

Actually, it's an Islander we're looking for. Brother Angelico.

Poor, dear man.

Though his mind was beginning to wander and he made little sense,

I do miss his company.

- What are you saying? - Not dead.

- Please no. - Terribly close, I fear.

But he's still at the monastery?

Unless the Lord has intervened, he's not left there in weeks.

The brightest of minds,

like a flame blown out.

If he speaks at all, it is in riddles.

That you should come in our time of need, we have the Lord to thank.

If there's anything left, even a spark, I will bring it out. It's my gift.

Father, there's been another. Hurt... it's the harbourmaster.

Come here.

I have someone who would like to meet you.

Say hello.

Watch him very carefully.

- You'll watch him? - Mm-hmm.

Now blow on him.

What's he doing in there? Think he wants to be with you.

Very smart.

Go show your mom.

Tiger.

We can still speak to him even if he's weak.

Angelico's dying. You think our last conversation's going to be about your map?

Do you think I don't understand how you're feeling?

I'm sorry about your friend,

but is there someone else who might know where it is,

someone we can talk to?

There's no one else.

Great.

Early closing. And the only tavern is run by a neurotic.

I don't think this is early closing.

You have ash on your face.

Hold on.

Keep it, please, to remember this day when you made my home again.

I will remember today.

What do you have in your hand, Tiar?

Oh. Where did you get this?

From the stranger with your mother?

If we should pass this way again,

if there is anything that you need, anything that I can bring for you?

The short wind is coming. Stay until it's gone.

That could be till nightfall.

How would that look?

I shouldn't have asked you to come in.

- I should've sent you away. - Then tell me to go. Please.

Zylok, it is only superstition. It's just a wind.

It wasn't a storm that tore the house apart.

It was the beast, the Zylok fiend brought by the wind.

Take my horses to the well, Tiar.

Bring water if they have none.

It came and tore my husband from our bed

and it will come again because I've spoken of it.

Oh, forgive me. You'd be safe on your ship by now.

I don't want to be safe.

Find my friends. Find Sinbad.

This isn't right. We should leave.

No, I'm not leaving, not without that map.

So, you find the map to this terrible place. And then what?

Everything's right again?

Get inside, hurry! Hurry!

Oh my heavens, it's happened again, again. Boots off, please.

- What's going on out there? - What exactly did you see?

Don't play games with me. That was the symbol of a Passover.

Mess, have it cleaned up as soon as possible.

What is passing over? What?

The Zylok fiend. Terrible, terrible, a beast, a monster, a killer, all these things.

What is it? What is the Zylok fiend?

The wind! It carries the Zylok spirit, which finds the beast within a man,

and emerges at night to kill again.

Gunnar's out there.

We Islanders are strong to resist the spirit.

But blow-ins, you are vulnerable, dear friends.

- Who is Sinbad? - I am.

Gunnar is in terrible danger. He's accused as the fiend.

Father La Stessa has him at the monastery. Hurry, please! I'll take you to him.

Call the divine dungeons! I will reveal the face of darkness.

If I take you any further, I will be accused of collusion.

- Thank you, Lara. - Just save him.

Malta was once a friend to strangers. I pray it will be again.

We'll go for Gunnar. And you, you find your friend.

- You mean the map. - In a perfect world, yes.

Well, it's not.

Come on. Good luck.

Angelico.

It's me, Tiger...

your pupil.

You promised me always a way there and always a way back.

You were right.

I've seen the world, and still I find you again.

You can't leave me now.

Ah... the wind has blown my Tiger to me.

My friend, Sinbad, is in great need.

Great danger.

There is a map, one of the charts of fable to Land of the Dead.

Sinbad must go there to heal the wound that will not heal.

We can see it only for a moment.

No map, no chart could hold that land.

It exists.

The Order of the Eastern Watch, they spoke of it.

No map. None but you will see.

How? Where is it?

By moonlight and starlight.

What do you mean?

The stars all gather for another's birth.

The Zylok fiend will come in human guise.

He will take of the weak and defile the pure.

The lamb shall quake at his coming and the hawk shall see him from the air.

The wind has found the wolf within.

Finally we have the beast in his human form.

The man you have is no beast. He is Gunnar Halflidarson.

loyal and trusted member of the Providence .

- Release him. - Step back before you are removed.

To give this likeness of his inner self to the son of his victim?

Arrogance.

- The horror! - But you have no evidence.

Bring forward Lara Assuage.

This is your handkerchief?

It is.

As if this woman would give such innocence

to a stranger with her husband lost only months before.

The fiend stole it to suggest an impossible affection.

- I ga... - She gave me nothing.

I stole it from her.

That is the only thing you have, correct?

Darkness ends, put the fiend to death. Those in agreement, rise.

We arrived only today.

How can he possibly be responsible for these deaths?

This... creature is a host for the Zylok spirit.

To destroy the spirit, one must destroy the host.

No, you are condemning an innocent man!

He will change as night falls.

Then give me until nightfall to prove otherwise.

I stake my life upon it.

If you're so sure that you have the fiend, what have you to lose?

My search will end in failure, humiliation, my death.

And you will have proved yourself as merciful as the God that you worship.

To challenge a holy law, a man must be deranged with his belief.

For this, I pity you. For this...