Conan the Barbarian (1982) - full transcript

A village is attacked by the evil ruler of the Snake Cult, Thulsa Doom (James Earl Jones) and his evil warriors, when Thulsa Doom and his warriors kills his parents, a young boy named Conan (Jorge Sanz) is enslaved. Years later, Conan grows up and becomes a mighty warrior and is trained as a fighter. After years as a slave and as a gladiator, Conan is set free. Conan sets out on a quest as he vows to avenge his parents and solve the riddle of steel. Joined by a archer named Subotai (Gerry Lopez), a beautiful thief who falls in love with Conan, Valeria (sandahl Bergman') and a Chinese wizard (Mako), Conan and his companions sets out to rescue Princess Yasmina (Valérie Quennessen), daughter of King Osric (Max von Sydow), from the Snake Cult, and get his revenge on Thulsa Doom and avenge his parents.

Between the time
when the oceans drank Atlantis,

and the rise
of the sons of Aryas

there was an age undreamed of

and unto this, Conan,

destined to bear
the jeweled crown

of Aquilonia
upon a troubled brow.

It is I, his chronicler,
who alone can tell thee of his saga.

Let me tell you of the days
of high adventure.

Fire and wind
come from the sky,

from the gods of the sky.

But Crom is your god.



Crom, and he lives
in the Earth.

Once giants lived
in the Earth, Conan.

And in the darkness of chaos
they fooled Crom,

and they took from him
the enigma of steel.

Crom was angered,
and the Earth shook.

And fire and wind
struck down these giants,

and they threw
their bodies into the waters.

But in their rage,

the gods forgot
the secret of steel

and left it
on the battlefield.

And we who found it
are just men.

Not gods. Not giants.

Just men.

And the secret of steel has
always carried with it a mystery.



You must learn its riddle,
Conan.

You must learn
its discipline.

For no one, no one
in this world can you trust,

not men, not women,
not beasts.

This you can trust.

Conan!

Kill that one first!

No! No!

Over there!

You! Get him!

The ashes were trampled into
the Earth, and the blood became as snow.

Who knows what they came for?

Weapons of steel? Or murder?

It was never known,
for the leader rode to the south

while children went north
with the Vanir.

No one would ever know that
my lord's people had lived at all.

His was a tale of sorrow.

Sit here.

Sit here!

He did not care anymore.

Life and death, the same.

Only that the crowd
would be there

o greet him with
howls of lust and fury.

He began to realize
his sense of worth.

He mattered.

In time, his victories
could not easily be counted.

He was taken to the East,
a great prize,

where the war masters would
teach him the deepest secrets.

Language and writing
were made available,

the poetry of Kitai,
the philosophy of Sung.

And he also came to know
the pleasures of women

when he was bred
to the finest stock.

But always there remained
the discipline of steel.

My fear is that my sons
will never understand me.

We've won again!

This is good,
but what is best in life?

The open steppe,

a fleet horse,

falcons at your wrists

and the wind in your hair.

Wrong!

Conan, what is best in life?

To crush your enemies,
see them driven before you

and to hear the lamentation
of their women.

That is good.

That is good.

Go! Go! You're free!

Go!

It has been surmised
that perhaps

my lord was like a wild animal

that had been kept too long.

Perhaps.

But whatever, freedom,

so long an unremembered dream,
was his.

Crom.

There's warmth and fire.

Do you not wish to
warm yourself by my fire?

They said you would come.

From the north,
a man of great strength.

A conqueror.

A man who would someday
be king by his own hand.

One who would crush
the snakes of the Earth.

Snakes? Did you say snakes?

What is it you seek?

A standard.

A symbol, perhaps on a shield.

Two snakes coming together.

Facing each other.
But they're one.

With. ..
With a sun and a moon below.

Black sun, black moon.

Yes.

There's a price, barbarian.

Zamora.

The crossroads of the world.

You will find

what you want

in Zamora.

Crom!

Food.

Food!

I have not eaten for days.

And who says you will?

Give me food so I have
strength when the wolves come.

Let me die not in hunger,

but in combat.

Who are you?

I am Subotai,
thief and archer.

I am Hyrkanian,
the great order of Kerlait.

So what are you doing here?

Dinner for wolves.

What gods do you pray to?

I pray to the four winds.
And you?

To Crom.

But I seldom pray to him.
He doesn't listen.

What good is he, then?

It's just
as I've always said.

He is strong.

If I die,
I have to go before him,

and he will ask me,
"What is the riddle of steel?"

If I don't know it, he will cast me
out of Valhalla and laugh at me.

That's Crom.
Strong on his mountain.

My god is greater.

Crom laughs at your four winds,
laughs from his mountain.

My god is stronger.

He is the everlasting sky.

Your god lives
underneath him.

Civilization,
ancient and wicked.

Have you ever
seen this before?

No.

Let's waste no time!

It's good.

You have no idea
how long it's been there.

So much meat. Stink.

Does it always
smell like this?

How does the wind
ever get in here?

How about two snakes coming
together over a black sun?

A magnificent standard.

The only snakes I know of are
those of Set and those cursed towers.

They have spread
to every city.

Two or three years ago,
it was just another snake cult.

Now, everywhere.

It is said that
they are deceivers.

They murder
people in the night.

I know nothing.

Hey.

Black lotus.
Stygian, the best.

This better not be Haga.

I would sell Haga
to a slayer such as you?

A pittance to protect you
from evil.

I am evil.

They're all sluts.

He's dead already.

Can you believe that?

Can you...

You're too big to be
a thief.

Come.
Let's leave this place.

You're looking for snakes.

They live in the Tower
of the Serpent,

said to have
riches without end

and the greatest jewel
of all,

the Eye of the Serpent.

Chew it slowly!
It's the good stuff.

You are not a guard.

Neither are you.

We are thieves
like yourself.

We come to climb the tower.

You don't even have a rope.

Two fools
who laugh at death.

Do you know what
horrors lie beyond that wall?

No.

Then you go first.

What on Earth
could smell so bad?

Do you want
to live forever?

That one.

He's the High Priest,
second only to Thulsa Doom.

They say Thulsa Doom's
a thousand years old.

I'll see what's here.
Go find out what's below.

Infidels!

Infidels!

Kill them!

Do you
want to live forever?

All manner of pleasures
and diversions were indulged.

Wealth can be wonderful.

But you know,
success can test one's mettle

as surely as
the strongest adversary.

They were taken to the hall
of King Osric the Usurper,

once a powerful Northman
like my lord,

but now old and sotted.

These are the thieves
you have requested, Sire.

I thought there were three.

Our companion,
he died in the gardens.

Lions ate him.

Lions ate him?

The lions ate him.

Do you know
what you've done?

Why, Rexor himself has come before me,
threatened me, a king.

What daring!

What outrageousness!
What insolence!

What arrogance!

I salute you.

Thulsa Doom.

I've chafed for years
at this demigod.

Snakes in my beautiful city.

To the west,
Nemedia, Aquilonia.

To the south,
Koth, Stygia, snakes.

Everywhere
these evil towers.

You alone have stood up to their
gods. And what are you? Thieves!

You see this?

They call it
the "Fangs of the Serpent.”

And this one was thrust into a
father's heart by his very son.

And my own daughter has fallen
under this Thulsa Doom's spell.

Is there a dagger such
as this in her hand for me?

She follows him
as a slave,

seeking for the truth
of her soul

as if I could not
give it to her!

As we speak
my daughter travels east

to Thulsa Doom
and his Mountain of Power.

She is to be his!

Steal my daughter back.
Take all you can carry.

There's more. Much more.
Enough to become kings yourselves.

There comes a time, thief,

when the jewels
cease to sparkle,

when the gold
loses its luster,

when the throne room
becomes a prison,

and all that is left is a
father's love for his child.

To the hell fires
with Thulsa Doom.

He's evil, a sorcerer
who can summon demons.

His followers' only purpose
is to die in his service.

There are thousands of them.

This Mountain of Power where
he lives is said to be impregnable.

I have talked to Subotai
and he agrees.

Let's take what we have
while we live.

I have never had
SO much as now.

All my life
I've been alone.

Many times I face my
death with no one to know.

I would look into the huts and the
tents of others in the coldest dark

and I would see figures
holding each other in the night.

But I always passed by.

You and I,
we have warmth.

That's so hard to find
in this world.

Please,
let someone else pass by in the night.

Let us take the world by the throat
and make it give us what we desire.

The children of Doom.

Doom's children.

They told my lord the way
to the Mountain of Power.

They told him to throw down
his sword and return to the earth.

Time enough for the earth
in the grave.

Once great men lived here.

Giants, gods.

Once, but long ago.

It was here
that I met my master.

It was no accident.

Nor is it mere chance

that I am the teller
of his tale.

Hey!

I'm a wizard, mind you.

This place is kept
by powerful gods

and spirits of kings.

Harm my flesh,
and you will have to deal with the dead.

Can you summon demons,
Wizard?

Yes!

If I strike at you,
I would summon a demon

more ferocious
than all in hell!

The mounds have been
here since the time of the Titans.

Kings buried in them.
Great kings.

Domains once glittered like
the light on a windy sea.

Fire won't burn there.
No fire at all.

That's why I live
down here in the wind.

Do you care
for these places?

I sing to them.

On nights when they wish

I sing of the tales
of battles,

heroes, witches and women.

Nobody bothers me down here.

Not even Thulsa Doom.

Do flowers grow around here?

Flowers?

Flowers.

You've not come here
as a pilgrim, have you?

Oil the sword
and feed the horse.

Have you ever ridden
one of those things before?

No!

Warrior!
What are the flowers for?

For a girl.

Doom, doom, doom, doom.

Doom.

Doom.

Doom.

Where do you think
you're going, brother?

I'm afraid.

Afraid? To bare yourself?

Why?

You're so big
and so well grown.

You should be
proud of your body.

How do you expect
to reach emptiness

without knowing
your own body?

Could we talk over there

where the others
do not see?

Why, yes, brother.

Of course.

I'm afraid and I'm shy.

Is this your robe?
A priest's robe?

Yes, it's all I have.

Good.

That's all you'll ever need.

Brother.

What do you see?

Infinity.

Good.

I see you.

I have watched you.

For a thousand years
I have watched you.

Doom!

Doom!

Doom!

Doom!

Who among you
still fears death?

Who will not face emptiness?

Infidel!

I wish to speak to you now.

Where is
the Eye of the Serpent?

Rexor says that
you gave it to a girl.

Probably for
a mere night's pleasure.

What a loss.

People have no grasp
of what they do.

You broke into my house,
stole my property,

murdered my servants
and my pets.

And that is what
grieves me the most!

You killed my snake.

Thorgrim is beside himself
with grief.

He raised that snake
from the time it was born.

You killed my mother!

You killed my father!
You killed my people!

You took my father's sword.

It must have been
when I was younger.

There was a time, boy,
when I searched for steel,

when steel meant more to me
than gold or jewels.

The riddle of steel.

Yes.

You know what it is,
don't you, boy?

Shall I tell you?
It's the least I can do.

Steel isn't strong, boy.

Flesh is stronger.
Look around you.

There, on the rocks.

That beautiful girl.

Come to me, my child.

That is strength, boy.

That is power.

The strength and power
of flesh.

What is steel compared
to the hand that wields it?

Look at the strength
of your body,

the desire in your heart.

I gave you this.

Such a waste.

Contemplate this
on the Tree of Woe.

Crucify him.

He said you were a wizard.

Do the gods owe you
any favors?

Yeah.

There are dangers.

But I see you care
little for those.

The spirits of this place
extract a heavy toll.

Then I will pay them.

Drink.

Sometime soon,
perhaps tonight,

they'll try to take him,
and if they succeed...

If they succeed,
you'll follow.

No! No!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! No!

Stop! Stop!

They're gone!

They're gone!

All the gods,
they cannot sever us.

If I were dead,
and you still fighting for life,

I'd come back
from the darkness.

Back from the pit of hell
to fight at your side.

The old man says the
Mountain of Power is hollow.

Thulsa Doom lives
in the mountain.

What else does he say?

That in the back of the
mountain there's a gorge.

Many caves.

Good thief could get in
there. Steal the princess.

Be off before she's missed
in the darkness.

Good thieves could do that,
but not vengeful ones.

Only the girl. We
Kill Thulsa Doom another day.

Agreed?

Conan?

So this is paradise.

The princess.

Get them!

Come on!

You.

Help him.

Infidel defilers.

They should all drown
in lakes of blood.

Now they will know why
they are afraid of the dark.

Now they will learn
why they fear the night.

Seek.

The Wizard... I told him
I would pay the gods.

Hold me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Let me breathe my last
breath into your mouth.

I'm so cold.

So cold.

Keep me

warm.

Keep

me...

Hey. Fire won't burn
up there. No fire at all.

Why do you cry?

He is Conan. Cimmerian.

He won't cry,

so I cry for him.

He will kill you!
He has seen your fires.

He will come for me,
and when he does, he will kill you!

Hey,
old man. Where'd you get this stuff?

The dead. Our gods
are pleased with you.

They will watch the battle.

Are they going to help?

No.

Well, then tell them
to stay out of the way!

Crom.

I've never prayed to you
before. I have no tongue for it.

No one, not even
you will remember

if we were good men or bad.

Why we fought
or why we died. No.

All that matters is
that two stood against many.

That's what's important.

Valor pleases you, Crom,
So grant me one request.

Grant me revenge.

And if you do not listen,
then the hell with you!

That's how we do it!

I did it with my spear!

Do you want to live forever?

Doom! Don't leave me!

My Lord!

No, don't kill me!

Father!

Yuck!

Purging is at last at hand.
Day of Doom is here.

All that is evil,
all their allies.

Your parents, your leaders,

those who would call
themselves your judges.

Those who have lied

and corrupted the Earth.

They shall all be cleansed.

You, my children,
are the water

that will wash away
all that has gone before.

In your hand you
hold my light.

The gleam in
the eye of Set.

This flame will burn away
the darkness,

burn you the way
to paradise!

Doom! Doom!

My child.

You have come to me,
my son.

For who now is your father
if it is not me?

Who gave you
the will to live?

I am the wellspring
from which you flow.

When I am gone,
you will have never been.

What will your world be
without me,

my son?

My son.