The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian

Towels.

Lord Miraz?

You have a son.

The heavens have blessed us.

You know your orders.

General Glozelle?

Yes, my lord.

Five more minutes.

You won't be watching the stars tonight, my prince.

Come. We must hurry.

- Professor, what's going on? - Your aunt has given birth...

...to a son.

Come.

You must make for the woods.

- The woods? - They won't follow you there.

It has taken me many years to find this.

Do not use it except at your greatest need.

Will I ever see you again?

I dearly hope so, my prince.

There is so much more I meant to tell you.

Everything you know is about to change.

Close the drawbridge!

Now, go.

- Halt! - Halt!

A son! A son!

Lady Prunaprismia has this night given Lord Miraz a son!

Which of you superstitious old women wants to spend the night in a cell?

He's seen us.

Take care of him.

No!

- Mind yourself, love. - I'm sorry.

Watch where you're going!

Wait for me!

You go to Saint Finbar's?

That's right.

I go to Hendon House. Across the road.

I've seen you...

...sitting by yourself.

Yes, well, I prefer to be left alone.

Me, too.

What's your name?

- Phyllis. - Susan!

You'd better come quickly.

Paper here!

Get your daily paper!

Edmund!

Go on! Kick him in the face!

Stop it. Break it up. That's enough. Come on.

That's it. Get up.

Act your age!

- You're welcome. - I had it sorted.

What was it this time?

- He bumped me. - So you hit him?

No. After he bumped me, they tried to make me apologize.

- That's when I hit him. - Really?

- Is it that hard just to walk away? - I shouldn't have to.

I mean, don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?

We are kids.

Well, I wasn't always.

It's been a year.

How long does he expect us to wait?

I think it's time to accept that we live here.

It's no use pretending any different.

Oh, no.

- Pretend you're talking to me. - We are talking to you.

- Quiet, Lu. - Something pinched me!

- Hey! Stop pulling! - Not touching you.

Look, would all of you just... What is that?

- It feels like magic. - Quick! Everyone hold hands.

- I'm not holding your hand! - Just...

Shame you're not as quick as me, Ed!

Last one in's a rotten egg.

Watch out!

Here it comes!

Wait a minute!

Come on, Susan. Hurry up!

Come on, it's lovely.

Edmund.

Ed? Ed!

- What is it? - Where do you suppose we are?

Well, where do you think?

Well, I don't remember any ruins in Narnia.

Wonder who lived here.

I think we did.

Hey, that's mine.

- From my chess set. - Which chess set?

I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?

Can't be.

- Don't you see? - What?

Imagine walls.

And columns, there.

And a glass roof.

Cair Paravel.

Wait. Wait, my lord. It is not what you think.

Then what is it?

We're not exactly sure.

Impossible.

I warned this council when it put its trust in Lord Miraz...

- ...there would be consequences. - No. No.

We can't accuse the Lord Protector without proof.

How long are we going to hide behind that excuse?

Until every chair in this chamber is empty?

Lords of the council, my apologies for being late.

I wasn't aware we were in session.

No doubt you were otherwise occupied.

My lord?

Ever since the death of Caspian the ninth,

you've behaved as if you were king.

And now it seems that from behind his walls even Prince Caspian has gone missing.

My deepest condolences, Lord Miraz.

Imagine, losing your nephew,

the rightful heir to the throne,

on the very night your wife has blessed you with a son.

Thank you, Lord Sopespian.

Your compassion is a boon in this troubled time.

I trust you can tell us how such a tragedy could have occurred.

That is the most disturbing news of all.

Our beloved Caspian was abducted...

...by Narnians.

You go too far, Miraz.

You expect us to stand by while you blame such a blatant crime on fairy tales?

What?

We forget, my lords, Narnia was once a savage land.

Fierce creatures roamed free.

Much of our forefathers' blood was shed

to exterminate this vermin.

Or so we thought.

But while we've been bickering amongst ourselves...

...they've been breeding like cockroaches under a rock!

Growing stronger. Watching us.

Waiting to strike!

And you wonder why we don't like you.

Well, I intend to strike back.

Even if I have to cut down the entire forest,

I assure you, I will find Prince Caspian

and finish what our ancestors began.

- Catapults. - What?

This didn't just happen. Cair Paravel was attacked.

Don't suppose you have any matches, do you?

No, but...

...would this help?

You might have mentioned that a bit sooner.

I can't believe it. It's all still here.

I was so tall.

Well, you were older then.

As opposed to hundreds of years later... when you're younger.

- What is it? - My horn.

I must've left it on my saddle the day we went back.

When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death.

When he shakes his mane...

...we shall have spring again.

Everyone we knew... Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers...

...they're all gone.

I think it's time we found out what's going on.

He won't stop staring.

So don't look.

Here's far enough.

Drop him!

Crows and crockery!

"Drop him"!

That's the best you can come up with?

A simple "thank you" would suffice.

They were doing fine drowning me without your help.

Maybe we should have let them.

Why were they trying to kill you, anyway?

They're Telmarines. That's what they do.

Telmarines? In Narnia?

Where have you been for the last few hundred years?

It's a bit of a long story.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

You're it?

You're the kings and queens of old?

High King Peter, the Magnificent.

You probably could've left off the last bit.

Probably.

You might be surprised.

You don't want to do that, boy.

Not me. Him.

Edmund!

You all right?

Beards and bedsteads!

Maybe that horn worked after all.

What horn?

This bread is so stale.

I'll just get him some soup. He should be coming around soon.

I don't think I hit him hard enough.

Nikabrik, he's just a boy.

He's a Telmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you were gonna get rid of him.

No. I said I'd take care of him.

We can't kill him now. I just bandaged his head.

It would be like murdering a guest.

How do you think his friends are treating their guest?

Trumpkin knew what he was doing. It's not the boy's fault.

Stop! Stop!

Hold it. No, no!

I told you we should have killed him when we had the chance.

- You know why we can't. - If we're taking a vote, I'm with him.

We can't let him go. He's seen us.

That's enough, Nikabrik!

Or do I have to sit on your head again?