Merlin (2008–2012): Season 3, Episode 12 - The Coming of Arthur: Part One - full transcript
Sir Leon is nursed back to health by Druids using the Cup of Life after he is the sole survivor of an attack by Cenred's men. It purportedly grants immortality to those who drink from it, and Arthur and Merlin retrieve it from the Druids to prevent it falling into Cenred's hands. However, they, along with Gwaine, are ambushed and the cup stolen. Having killed Cenred, Morgause makes his soldiers drink from it and, under her orders, they successfully attack Camelot. By the time the three young men arrive back at the court, Uther is in chains and Camelot has a new ruler.
In a land of myth
and a time of magic,
the destiny of a great kingdom rests
on the shoulders of a young boy.
His name...
Merlin.
It was Cenred who did this -
you're certain of it?
Yes, my lord. His messenger has
only this minute departed Camelot.
Cenred said that the patrol
trespassed on his land,
and an example had to be made.
How many dead?
All of them, Sire.
Every last man.
The Knights?
All lost.
Edric, Alduuf...
Osric.
And Sir Leon.
Here!
Quick!
Help me. We do not have much time.
Ready.
His spirit leaves him.
We must hurry.
ALL: Buthed gwared...
hrag pob ailed...
hrag pob evnis... boyd un thilis.
THEY REPEAT THE INCANTATION
Welcome back.
We thought you were dead for sure.
I was dead, or as good as.
Until the Druids found me.
The Druids?
Yes, my lord. I owe them my life.
How did they heal you?
You were as good as dead, you said.
I don't know. Did they use magic?
Well, I... Yes or no?
It's a simple enough question.
I only know that I drank
from some kind of cup, Sire.
Cup?
It was extraordinary, my lord.
I have known nothing like it.
From the moment it touched my lips,
I could feel my life return to me.
Well...
your trials have left you weary,
I'm sure.
We must let him rest.
Is that it? That's it.
He is exhausted, Sire,
and severely dehydrated,
but given time he'll make
a full recovery. Thank you, Gaius.
Well?
It's remarkable, Sire.
He bears no sign of any kind of
wound. He is in perfect health.
And the cup he spoke of?
From his description,
I would say it was the Cup of Life.
You are aware of its power, Gaius?
I am indeed, Sire. But the Druids
are a peaceful people.
They would only ever use the cup
for good. Sir Leon is surely proof
of that.
Be that as it may, according to
Sir Leon's description,
the Druids' cave lies within
Cenred's kingdom.
It is imperative that we get to
the cup before he does.
My lord...the Druids
are secretive by nature.
They will have the cup well hidden.
Might it not be wise
to leave it where it is?
I am not prepared to take that risk.
I thought the cup was destroyed
with Nimueh, when I defeated her on
the Isle of the Blessed.
The cup cannot be destroyed.
Its magic is eternal,
unbound by time or place.
But why does Uther fear it so much?
Because the cup can be used
for evil as well as good.
I don't understand.
Many centuries ago, it fell into
the possession of a great warlord.
One night, he gathered
his army before him.
He took a drop of blood
from each and every man
and collected it in the cup.
Such was the vessel's power
that the soldiers
were made immortal where they stood.
So they could not be killed.
The carnage they wrought
was beyond all imagining.
The King's no fool. He knows that
the forces of the Old Religion
are rising against him once more.
Heaven forbid that the cup should
fall into the hands of Morgause.
Or Morgana.
With such a weapon
at their disposal,
Camelot would be all but lost.
You called for me, Father.
Cenred is our sworn enemy.
We cannot risk him getting his hands
on the Cup of Life. I know, Father.
You must retrieve it.
Your mission must remain secret.
You can speak to no-one of this.
I will take only
my most trusted men.
We have seen what happened to
the last patrol that entered
Cenred's land.
You must go alone.
I am sorry to place such a burden
upon you but there is no-one else
I can trust.
I understand, Father.
You will be ready by sunrise,
won't you, Merlin?
If I don't know where we're going,
how do I know what to pack?
Will it be hot, cold? Wet, dry?
Don't be such a girl, Merlin.
We're not going on holiday.
Holiday? What's a holiday?
Not that. Nothing bearing the crest
of Camelot. We're going undercover.
This is ridiculous. Are you going
to tell me where we're going or not?
Well, I can tell you
it'll be dangerous.
Great(!) We'll be travelling through
bandit-infested lands.
Terrific. Then where?
I can't tell you that.
You don't know where we're going.
No. I know where we're going.
I just can't tell you, that's all.
Right. Cos if you do,
you'll have to kill me, I suppose.
Immediately and without hesitation.
Great.
It'll be a surprise.
I love surprises. Who doesn't
love a good...surprise?
What is it you wanted
to tell me, sister?
Arthur rides at dawn.
He's been sent to
recover some kind of cup.
The Cup of Life, they called it.
The Cup of Life - are you sure?
I heard every word.
How long I have searched for it...
Is it as powerful as they believe?
Oh, yes.
Trust me, sister.
With the cup in our possession,
Camelot would soon be at our mercy.
Where is the cup now?
It is in the hands of the Druids.
All I know is that their camp
lies within Cenred's kingdom.
Then perhaps Cenred will be
of use to us again.
He has spies everywhere.
If he can have Arthur followed...
Then Arthur will lead us
all the way to the cup itself.
Which way was the Prince heading?
For the Forest of Ascetir, my lady.
Send word to the scouts in the area.
They must be prepared.
Yes, Sire.
Can your scouts be relied upon?
Of course.
I hand-picked them myself.
Why does that not reassure me?
Do not concern yourself, my lady.
The Cup of Life
will soon be in our hands.
And when it is,
Camelot will be ours.
You forget yourself, Cenred.
It is Morgana that will take
the throne, not you or I.
I make no claim upon the throne.
Only the spoils of victory.
You will get what you deserve,
Cenred.
I can assure you of that.
We're going to Cenred's Kingdom,
aren't we? What makes you say that?
Er, we're in the Forest of Ascetir.
We're not stopping.
You can think what you like, Merlin.
Come on. You might as well tell me.
Then I'd have to kill you.
I told you that.
Go ahead.
I'm probably going to die anyway.
Look at what happened to
the patrol that came here.
Dead, the lot of them.
Sir Leon survived.
Right. So that gives me, what?
A one in 40 chance of making it?
Rather less, actually.
There are only two of us.
So I'm not probably going to die -
I'm DEFINITELY going to die.
Always the pessimist, Merlin.
Who knows? Maybe just this once,
we'll have no trouble.
Maybe you're right.
But if past experience
is anything to go by...
HORSE NEIGHS
What was that you were saying
about me being a pessimist?
Must have slipped my mind.
Touch me again, you die. Gwaine?!
No manners, you royals. Merlin,
old friend, you look terrible.
Likewise.
What are you doing here? You know.
Wrong place, wrong time,
wrong drink.
Nothing's changed there, then?
That's just unfair.
Where exactly are we?
The bowels of an old castle.
Belongs to a fella named Jarl.
Never heard of him. Lovely bloke.
Slave Trader.
We're going to be sold as slaves?
Right, you filthy vermin!
Which one of you is ready to face
my champion in the arena?
No volunteers?
Well, I shall have to choose one
of you toerags myself, then...
Let me see...
How about...you?
Me? Death or glory, boy.
You should be honoured.
Who is this so-called champion?
Can he crush nothing but weaklings
like this?
You think you could
offer a better contest?
I guarantee it.
Arthur, no.
Very well.
But if you lose...
I'll feed your little friend to
the crows, piece by stinking piece.
Are you ready, my champion?
I am.
How could you let this happen?
You let Arthur slip through
your fingers.
He was taken before my men
could get to him.
Taken? By whom, exactly?
The slave trader, Jarl.
He's been working our western border
for months.
And you let him?
We have an understanding. He doesn't
bother me, and I don't bother him.
And where is this Jarl now?
Don't worry, Morgause.
I'll find him soon enough.
See that you do.
Are you threatening me?
Trust me, Cenred.
When I'm threatening you,
you'll know about it.
RAUCOUS CHEERING
Gentlemen. The rules are simple.
One man lives and one man dies.
CHEERING
If you cannot, or will not,
finish off your opponent...
I'll kill you both.
Let battle commence!
CHEERING
Take it easy, will you? It's got to
look real, hasn't it?
Fine. If it's real you want...
So far, so good. What comes next?
Er... There was no next.
Finish him!
Forbaern aeltaewlice.
CROWD EXCLAIMS
FRENZIED SHOUTING
THEY PANT
Now, that's somewhere I'll
not be in hurry to see again.
Best stay out of trouble, then.
I could say the same to you.
You could do, but I wouldn't have
any idea what you were talking about.
C'mon. You must have done something
to end up in a hole like that.
Actually, we were on a quest.
We're looking for the Cup of Life.
What? What part of the word
"secret" did you not understand?
It's...Gwaine.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
it seems - whatever it is
that you're after - you could use
a little help.
No-one makes a fool of Jarl!
No-one!
I want to know who they are
and where they're hiding!
My lord...
What's that?! It was confiscated
from the prisoners, my lord.
It may hold some clues.
I don't want clues. I want blood!
Ugh!
Well, well, well.
It seems we were
entertaining royalty.
HE CACKLES
So according to Merlin here,
if you tell me where
this cup is, you'll have to kill me.
That's correct.
May as well tell me, then.
I mean, let's be honest -
you couldn't kill me
even if you wanted to.
Yeah? Try me.
I already did. Back in the arena.
I had you bang to rights, did I not?
That... was just a game.
Oh, a game? Right.
I won that game, did I not?
No, you didn't! One more minute...
One more minute and you both would
have been dead! Neither of you won.
Your plan was a half-baked disaster
and if it was not for that fire,
we would all be pushing up daisies.
You're certain it was Arthur?
Oh, yes. It was the prince,
all right.
Matched your description exactly.
He had his servant with him.
Him and another man.
And you have proof of this?
Where were they headed? West.
Into the Forest of Gedney.
They've no horses -
the tracks told us as much.
You'll soon run them down.
Excellent. Always glad to be
of help to people of quality,
such as yourselves.
Perhaps some small compensation
for my time and trouble?
My dear man. How remiss of me. You
will have your reward this instant.
HE GROANS
Well, don't tell me
we're actually here.
Easy, Merlin.
Wouldn't want to rile the prince.
It has to be here somewhere.
Where is it?
Hmm?
Where's the cup?
Tell me. Let him go, Arthur.
He's just a boy.
Where...is it?
Arthur.
Stay out of this, Merlin.
No, Arthur, really...
One step closer...
There is no need for violence,
Arthur Pendragon.
The boy has done you no harm.
Release him.
Not without what I came for.
You seek the Cup of Life,
do you not?
I do.
It is yours.
Please, now...
The boy.
You meddle with a power you do not
understand, Arthur Pendragon.
By taking the Cup of Life,
you risk more than you know.
I'll take my chances, thanks.
Let's go.
IN MERLIN'S HEAD: 'Emrys...
'The cup is in your care now.
Guard it well.
'The future of this land
depends on it.'
Hard work, this quest business.
Trust me - it's a great deed we did
here today. Are you sure the cup
wasn't safer with the Druids?
They can't be trusted, Merlin.
No-one can. The only safe place
for the cup is the vaults of Camelot.
Yeah, but we have to get it there
first.
Get the cup...
then kill them.
We're approaching the border
of Cenred's lands.
Beyond the forest lies Camelot.
And food and water
and a nice hot bath.
Quiet.
Listen!
SILENCE
I can't hear anything.
Exactly.
Never satisfied, you city types.
It's too noisy, it's too quiet...
Run!
Agh!
Merlin! >
That doesn't look too great.
The arrow must have been poisoned.
He's got a fever.
We need to keep him warm.
I don't get it.
Why all this bother over a cup?
Because in the wrong hands,
it can become a terrible weapon.
Not so great Cenred's got it, then?
It's worse than you can
possibly imagine.
Loyal friends...
our time is at hand.
From today, no sword will fell you,
no spear will stop you short.
Your blood will not
be spilled in vain,
but in victory.
You march with the mightiest weapon
of them all -
immortality!
Gegadra anne here
fram pisse bune ond heora blod...
Swa paet he ne abuge
and ne swelte noht,
ac libbe a on ecnysse.
Arthur should be back by now.
I'm sure there's
a simple explanation, Sire.
You know as well as I do he's been
gone too long. Take a patrol.
As many men as you need.
Whatever it takes, find him.
Yes, Sire.
You show great strength, my lord.
What do you mean?
Day after day you, must send
your only son into danger.
Not a responsibility any father
would wish to bear.
You must try not to worry.
He is the First Knight of Camelot
and your greatest warrior.
He's made it home safe in the past.
Why should this time
be any different?
You're right.
Of course you are.
We need more firewood.
You're right about that.
D'you want to go and get some?
Not really. Thanks for asking.
There's wolves out there.
Bears, boars...
Exactly. I'm not a warrior.
I can't defend myself like you.
Never too late to learn.
Merlin...
don't you know when someone's joking
with you? If I die collecting
firewood,
keep it to yourself.
I've got my reputation to consider.
Gehalge.
Gehalge.
Come on.
Arthur, come on.
Magnificent, aren't they?
My army of immortals. YOUR army?
Well, they are my men. Correction.
They WERE your men.
It is I that made them immortal -
they are bound to me now.
Do not think for one moment that
you can cross me, my lady.
Cross you?
Never.
Ic bebiode the thine cyning cwellan!
What are you doing?
Have I not always been honest
with you, Cenred?
Stop!
Stop! You answer to me, not to her!
Morgause, Morgause, make him stop!
Please, I beg you. Make him stop!
Did I not say that when I threatened
you, you'd know about it?
Well, now you know.
Morgause, please...
My God!
All right, men. Come on.
HE GRUNTS
ARTHUR COUGHS
Where's the cup?
Where's the cup?!
Cenred's men - they took it.
Then what are we still doing here?!
You were unconscious.
Always an excuse, Merlin.
HE GROANS
We have to get to Camelot
before it's too late.
CHURCH BELL TOLLS
We must convene the Council of War.
They cannot be stopped. The
soldiers, Sire. They will not fall.
What are you saying?
They will not die.
Gather the Knights.
Prepare whatever defences you can.
But, Sire. DO IT!
It's Cenred. It must be.
How? The location of the cup
was secret.
There's only one explanation, Sire.
We have a traitor in our midst.
Gwen. Is it true
they attack at dawn?
I'm afraid so.
And no word from Arthur?
Nothing.
Then all is lost.
We will be massacred.
Every last one of us.
Not everyone has to die.
What do you mean, "not everyone"?
Those that defy them -
those that choose to fight -
they will surely die.
But those who do not resist,
those who choose to
welcome change...
They will have a future here.
Everyone has a choice, Gwen.
You know I have always been loyal
to you, Morgana.
And I always will be.
Then have no fear.
No harm will come to you.
I can promise you that.
MOB ROARS
What the hell happened?
I don't know.
We need to hurry. We're still
a day's march from Camelot.
A Camelot patrol.
There's not a single enemy body.
He's right. This wasn't a fight,
this was a slaughter.
Who could have done such a thing?
An army of men that cannot die.
Come on.
They never stood a chance.
Here...let me.
Elyan!
I'm sorry.
Where is everyone?
I-I-I thought that... Elyan, please.
What happened?
They came out of nowhere.
A mighty army. Weapons were
useless against them.
They were men, Sire, but not men...
Nothing could kill them.
Nothing.
Where's your sister?
Where's Guinevere?
She was in the citadel
when they attacked.
There's still hope.
Sire...
..the citadel's been taken.
Let's go.
How much longer can he
keep going like this?
I don't know.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Where now?
Now, er... Now we, er...
Arthur. You can't go on.
We must. We must find the others.
You can't go on without treatment.
Guinevere...my father. Elyan,
do you know the way to the dungeons?
Yes, I think so. Go with Gwaine.
See if you can find them.
I'm going with them. You're not.
That's an order.
To hell with your orders.
You're coming with me.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
You're disobeying orders, Merlin.
I'll have you in the stocks for this.
Fine. Now, stay put.
And try not to move that leg.
< GLASS SMASHES
Gaius!
Merlin!
Are you all right?
All the better for seeing you!
ARTHUR CLEARS HIS THROAT >
Arthur!
I tried to heal him, using magic,
but it didn't work.
ARTHUR GRUNTS
This may hurt a bit, Sire.
HE GROANS
The wound's infected.
I'll have to re-dress the leg,
to reduce the inflammation.
No, no, no.
We haven't got time. Just...give me
something to keep me going.
Yes, Sire.
It's the army of immortals,
isn't it?
We're lucky to get away
with our lives. Any of us.
Where are you taking me?
I am the King!
I demand to know.
The effect will be instant, Sire,
but I cannot guarantee
how long it will last.
Thank you, Gaius.
DOOR OPENS
The King, Sire. He's alive!
Where is he? They're taking him
to the throne room as we speak.
This may be my last chance. There's
too many of them - you'll never
make it.
I won't leave my father to die here
alone. Gwaine, Elyan, take Gaius
and make your way to the woods
beyond the castle.
I hope we meet again.
Merlin, you should go with them.
Nah, I've seen the woods already.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Are you all right?
Keep moving.
Well, Uther...
how the mighty have fallen.
(The guards are immortal -
they'll cut you to ribbons.
What use are you dead?)
I don't think you'll be
needing this any more.
This is unlawful.
You cannot do this.
You have no right to the throne!
No, she does not.
But I do.
I am your daughter, after all.
Don't look so surprised.
I've known for some time.
By the power vested in me...
..I crown thee, Morgana Pendragon...
..Queen of Camelot.
No!
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and a time of magic,
the destiny of a great kingdom rests
on the shoulders of a young boy.
His name...
Merlin.
It was Cenred who did this -
you're certain of it?
Yes, my lord. His messenger has
only this minute departed Camelot.
Cenred said that the patrol
trespassed on his land,
and an example had to be made.
How many dead?
All of them, Sire.
Every last man.
The Knights?
All lost.
Edric, Alduuf...
Osric.
And Sir Leon.
Here!
Quick!
Help me. We do not have much time.
Ready.
His spirit leaves him.
We must hurry.
ALL: Buthed gwared...
hrag pob ailed...
hrag pob evnis... boyd un thilis.
THEY REPEAT THE INCANTATION
Welcome back.
We thought you were dead for sure.
I was dead, or as good as.
Until the Druids found me.
The Druids?
Yes, my lord. I owe them my life.
How did they heal you?
You were as good as dead, you said.
I don't know. Did they use magic?
Well, I... Yes or no?
It's a simple enough question.
I only know that I drank
from some kind of cup, Sire.
Cup?
It was extraordinary, my lord.
I have known nothing like it.
From the moment it touched my lips,
I could feel my life return to me.
Well...
your trials have left you weary,
I'm sure.
We must let him rest.
Is that it? That's it.
He is exhausted, Sire,
and severely dehydrated,
but given time he'll make
a full recovery. Thank you, Gaius.
Well?
It's remarkable, Sire.
He bears no sign of any kind of
wound. He is in perfect health.
And the cup he spoke of?
From his description,
I would say it was the Cup of Life.
You are aware of its power, Gaius?
I am indeed, Sire. But the Druids
are a peaceful people.
They would only ever use the cup
for good. Sir Leon is surely proof
of that.
Be that as it may, according to
Sir Leon's description,
the Druids' cave lies within
Cenred's kingdom.
It is imperative that we get to
the cup before he does.
My lord...the Druids
are secretive by nature.
They will have the cup well hidden.
Might it not be wise
to leave it where it is?
I am not prepared to take that risk.
I thought the cup was destroyed
with Nimueh, when I defeated her on
the Isle of the Blessed.
The cup cannot be destroyed.
Its magic is eternal,
unbound by time or place.
But why does Uther fear it so much?
Because the cup can be used
for evil as well as good.
I don't understand.
Many centuries ago, it fell into
the possession of a great warlord.
One night, he gathered
his army before him.
He took a drop of blood
from each and every man
and collected it in the cup.
Such was the vessel's power
that the soldiers
were made immortal where they stood.
So they could not be killed.
The carnage they wrought
was beyond all imagining.
The King's no fool. He knows that
the forces of the Old Religion
are rising against him once more.
Heaven forbid that the cup should
fall into the hands of Morgause.
Or Morgana.
With such a weapon
at their disposal,
Camelot would be all but lost.
You called for me, Father.
Cenred is our sworn enemy.
We cannot risk him getting his hands
on the Cup of Life. I know, Father.
You must retrieve it.
Your mission must remain secret.
You can speak to no-one of this.
I will take only
my most trusted men.
We have seen what happened to
the last patrol that entered
Cenred's land.
You must go alone.
I am sorry to place such a burden
upon you but there is no-one else
I can trust.
I understand, Father.
You will be ready by sunrise,
won't you, Merlin?
If I don't know where we're going,
how do I know what to pack?
Will it be hot, cold? Wet, dry?
Don't be such a girl, Merlin.
We're not going on holiday.
Holiday? What's a holiday?
Not that. Nothing bearing the crest
of Camelot. We're going undercover.
This is ridiculous. Are you going
to tell me where we're going or not?
Well, I can tell you
it'll be dangerous.
Great(!) We'll be travelling through
bandit-infested lands.
Terrific. Then where?
I can't tell you that.
You don't know where we're going.
No. I know where we're going.
I just can't tell you, that's all.
Right. Cos if you do,
you'll have to kill me, I suppose.
Immediately and without hesitation.
Great.
It'll be a surprise.
I love surprises. Who doesn't
love a good...surprise?
What is it you wanted
to tell me, sister?
Arthur rides at dawn.
He's been sent to
recover some kind of cup.
The Cup of Life, they called it.
The Cup of Life - are you sure?
I heard every word.
How long I have searched for it...
Is it as powerful as they believe?
Oh, yes.
Trust me, sister.
With the cup in our possession,
Camelot would soon be at our mercy.
Where is the cup now?
It is in the hands of the Druids.
All I know is that their camp
lies within Cenred's kingdom.
Then perhaps Cenred will be
of use to us again.
He has spies everywhere.
If he can have Arthur followed...
Then Arthur will lead us
all the way to the cup itself.
Which way was the Prince heading?
For the Forest of Ascetir, my lady.
Send word to the scouts in the area.
They must be prepared.
Yes, Sire.
Can your scouts be relied upon?
Of course.
I hand-picked them myself.
Why does that not reassure me?
Do not concern yourself, my lady.
The Cup of Life
will soon be in our hands.
And when it is,
Camelot will be ours.
You forget yourself, Cenred.
It is Morgana that will take
the throne, not you or I.
I make no claim upon the throne.
Only the spoils of victory.
You will get what you deserve,
Cenred.
I can assure you of that.
We're going to Cenred's Kingdom,
aren't we? What makes you say that?
Er, we're in the Forest of Ascetir.
We're not stopping.
You can think what you like, Merlin.
Come on. You might as well tell me.
Then I'd have to kill you.
I told you that.
Go ahead.
I'm probably going to die anyway.
Look at what happened to
the patrol that came here.
Dead, the lot of them.
Sir Leon survived.
Right. So that gives me, what?
A one in 40 chance of making it?
Rather less, actually.
There are only two of us.
So I'm not probably going to die -
I'm DEFINITELY going to die.
Always the pessimist, Merlin.
Who knows? Maybe just this once,
we'll have no trouble.
Maybe you're right.
But if past experience
is anything to go by...
HORSE NEIGHS
What was that you were saying
about me being a pessimist?
Must have slipped my mind.
Touch me again, you die. Gwaine?!
No manners, you royals. Merlin,
old friend, you look terrible.
Likewise.
What are you doing here? You know.
Wrong place, wrong time,
wrong drink.
Nothing's changed there, then?
That's just unfair.
Where exactly are we?
The bowels of an old castle.
Belongs to a fella named Jarl.
Never heard of him. Lovely bloke.
Slave Trader.
We're going to be sold as slaves?
Right, you filthy vermin!
Which one of you is ready to face
my champion in the arena?
No volunteers?
Well, I shall have to choose one
of you toerags myself, then...
Let me see...
How about...you?
Me? Death or glory, boy.
You should be honoured.
Who is this so-called champion?
Can he crush nothing but weaklings
like this?
You think you could
offer a better contest?
I guarantee it.
Arthur, no.
Very well.
But if you lose...
I'll feed your little friend to
the crows, piece by stinking piece.
Are you ready, my champion?
I am.
How could you let this happen?
You let Arthur slip through
your fingers.
He was taken before my men
could get to him.
Taken? By whom, exactly?
The slave trader, Jarl.
He's been working our western border
for months.
And you let him?
We have an understanding. He doesn't
bother me, and I don't bother him.
And where is this Jarl now?
Don't worry, Morgause.
I'll find him soon enough.
See that you do.
Are you threatening me?
Trust me, Cenred.
When I'm threatening you,
you'll know about it.
RAUCOUS CHEERING
Gentlemen. The rules are simple.
One man lives and one man dies.
CHEERING
If you cannot, or will not,
finish off your opponent...
I'll kill you both.
Let battle commence!
CHEERING
Take it easy, will you? It's got to
look real, hasn't it?
Fine. If it's real you want...
So far, so good. What comes next?
Er... There was no next.
Finish him!
Forbaern aeltaewlice.
CROWD EXCLAIMS
FRENZIED SHOUTING
THEY PANT
Now, that's somewhere I'll
not be in hurry to see again.
Best stay out of trouble, then.
I could say the same to you.
You could do, but I wouldn't have
any idea what you were talking about.
C'mon. You must have done something
to end up in a hole like that.
Actually, we were on a quest.
We're looking for the Cup of Life.
What? What part of the word
"secret" did you not understand?
It's...Gwaine.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
it seems - whatever it is
that you're after - you could use
a little help.
No-one makes a fool of Jarl!
No-one!
I want to know who they are
and where they're hiding!
My lord...
What's that?! It was confiscated
from the prisoners, my lord.
It may hold some clues.
I don't want clues. I want blood!
Ugh!
Well, well, well.
It seems we were
entertaining royalty.
HE CACKLES
So according to Merlin here,
if you tell me where
this cup is, you'll have to kill me.
That's correct.
May as well tell me, then.
I mean, let's be honest -
you couldn't kill me
even if you wanted to.
Yeah? Try me.
I already did. Back in the arena.
I had you bang to rights, did I not?
That... was just a game.
Oh, a game? Right.
I won that game, did I not?
No, you didn't! One more minute...
One more minute and you both would
have been dead! Neither of you won.
Your plan was a half-baked disaster
and if it was not for that fire,
we would all be pushing up daisies.
You're certain it was Arthur?
Oh, yes. It was the prince,
all right.
Matched your description exactly.
He had his servant with him.
Him and another man.
And you have proof of this?
Where were they headed? West.
Into the Forest of Gedney.
They've no horses -
the tracks told us as much.
You'll soon run them down.
Excellent. Always glad to be
of help to people of quality,
such as yourselves.
Perhaps some small compensation
for my time and trouble?
My dear man. How remiss of me. You
will have your reward this instant.
HE GROANS
Well, don't tell me
we're actually here.
Easy, Merlin.
Wouldn't want to rile the prince.
It has to be here somewhere.
Where is it?
Hmm?
Where's the cup?
Tell me. Let him go, Arthur.
He's just a boy.
Where...is it?
Arthur.
Stay out of this, Merlin.
No, Arthur, really...
One step closer...
There is no need for violence,
Arthur Pendragon.
The boy has done you no harm.
Release him.
Not without what I came for.
You seek the Cup of Life,
do you not?
I do.
It is yours.
Please, now...
The boy.
You meddle with a power you do not
understand, Arthur Pendragon.
By taking the Cup of Life,
you risk more than you know.
I'll take my chances, thanks.
Let's go.
IN MERLIN'S HEAD: 'Emrys...
'The cup is in your care now.
Guard it well.
'The future of this land
depends on it.'
Hard work, this quest business.
Trust me - it's a great deed we did
here today. Are you sure the cup
wasn't safer with the Druids?
They can't be trusted, Merlin.
No-one can. The only safe place
for the cup is the vaults of Camelot.
Yeah, but we have to get it there
first.
Get the cup...
then kill them.
We're approaching the border
of Cenred's lands.
Beyond the forest lies Camelot.
And food and water
and a nice hot bath.
Quiet.
Listen!
SILENCE
I can't hear anything.
Exactly.
Never satisfied, you city types.
It's too noisy, it's too quiet...
Run!
Agh!
Merlin! >
That doesn't look too great.
The arrow must have been poisoned.
He's got a fever.
We need to keep him warm.
I don't get it.
Why all this bother over a cup?
Because in the wrong hands,
it can become a terrible weapon.
Not so great Cenred's got it, then?
It's worse than you can
possibly imagine.
Loyal friends...
our time is at hand.
From today, no sword will fell you,
no spear will stop you short.
Your blood will not
be spilled in vain,
but in victory.
You march with the mightiest weapon
of them all -
immortality!
Gegadra anne here
fram pisse bune ond heora blod...
Swa paet he ne abuge
and ne swelte noht,
ac libbe a on ecnysse.
Arthur should be back by now.
I'm sure there's
a simple explanation, Sire.
You know as well as I do he's been
gone too long. Take a patrol.
As many men as you need.
Whatever it takes, find him.
Yes, Sire.
You show great strength, my lord.
What do you mean?
Day after day you, must send
your only son into danger.
Not a responsibility any father
would wish to bear.
You must try not to worry.
He is the First Knight of Camelot
and your greatest warrior.
He's made it home safe in the past.
Why should this time
be any different?
You're right.
Of course you are.
We need more firewood.
You're right about that.
D'you want to go and get some?
Not really. Thanks for asking.
There's wolves out there.
Bears, boars...
Exactly. I'm not a warrior.
I can't defend myself like you.
Never too late to learn.
Merlin...
don't you know when someone's joking
with you? If I die collecting
firewood,
keep it to yourself.
I've got my reputation to consider.
Gehalge.
Gehalge.
Come on.
Arthur, come on.
Magnificent, aren't they?
My army of immortals. YOUR army?
Well, they are my men. Correction.
They WERE your men.
It is I that made them immortal -
they are bound to me now.
Do not think for one moment that
you can cross me, my lady.
Cross you?
Never.
Ic bebiode the thine cyning cwellan!
What are you doing?
Have I not always been honest
with you, Cenred?
Stop!
Stop! You answer to me, not to her!
Morgause, Morgause, make him stop!
Please, I beg you. Make him stop!
Did I not say that when I threatened
you, you'd know about it?
Well, now you know.
Morgause, please...
My God!
All right, men. Come on.
HE GRUNTS
ARTHUR COUGHS
Where's the cup?
Where's the cup?!
Cenred's men - they took it.
Then what are we still doing here?!
You were unconscious.
Always an excuse, Merlin.
HE GROANS
We have to get to Camelot
before it's too late.
CHURCH BELL TOLLS
We must convene the Council of War.
They cannot be stopped. The
soldiers, Sire. They will not fall.
What are you saying?
They will not die.
Gather the Knights.
Prepare whatever defences you can.
But, Sire. DO IT!
It's Cenred. It must be.
How? The location of the cup
was secret.
There's only one explanation, Sire.
We have a traitor in our midst.
Gwen. Is it true
they attack at dawn?
I'm afraid so.
And no word from Arthur?
Nothing.
Then all is lost.
We will be massacred.
Every last one of us.
Not everyone has to die.
What do you mean, "not everyone"?
Those that defy them -
those that choose to fight -
they will surely die.
But those who do not resist,
those who choose to
welcome change...
They will have a future here.
Everyone has a choice, Gwen.
You know I have always been loyal
to you, Morgana.
And I always will be.
Then have no fear.
No harm will come to you.
I can promise you that.
MOB ROARS
What the hell happened?
I don't know.
We need to hurry. We're still
a day's march from Camelot.
A Camelot patrol.
There's not a single enemy body.
He's right. This wasn't a fight,
this was a slaughter.
Who could have done such a thing?
An army of men that cannot die.
Come on.
They never stood a chance.
Here...let me.
Elyan!
I'm sorry.
Where is everyone?
I-I-I thought that... Elyan, please.
What happened?
They came out of nowhere.
A mighty army. Weapons were
useless against them.
They were men, Sire, but not men...
Nothing could kill them.
Nothing.
Where's your sister?
Where's Guinevere?
She was in the citadel
when they attacked.
There's still hope.
Sire...
..the citadel's been taken.
Let's go.
How much longer can he
keep going like this?
I don't know.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Where now?
Now, er... Now we, er...
Arthur. You can't go on.
We must. We must find the others.
You can't go on without treatment.
Guinevere...my father. Elyan,
do you know the way to the dungeons?
Yes, I think so. Go with Gwaine.
See if you can find them.
I'm going with them. You're not.
That's an order.
To hell with your orders.
You're coming with me.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
You're disobeying orders, Merlin.
I'll have you in the stocks for this.
Fine. Now, stay put.
And try not to move that leg.
< GLASS SMASHES
Gaius!
Merlin!
Are you all right?
All the better for seeing you!
ARTHUR CLEARS HIS THROAT >
Arthur!
I tried to heal him, using magic,
but it didn't work.
ARTHUR GRUNTS
This may hurt a bit, Sire.
HE GROANS
The wound's infected.
I'll have to re-dress the leg,
to reduce the inflammation.
No, no, no.
We haven't got time. Just...give me
something to keep me going.
Yes, Sire.
It's the army of immortals,
isn't it?
We're lucky to get away
with our lives. Any of us.
Where are you taking me?
I am the King!
I demand to know.
The effect will be instant, Sire,
but I cannot guarantee
how long it will last.
Thank you, Gaius.
DOOR OPENS
The King, Sire. He's alive!
Where is he? They're taking him
to the throne room as we speak.
This may be my last chance. There's
too many of them - you'll never
make it.
I won't leave my father to die here
alone. Gwaine, Elyan, take Gaius
and make your way to the woods
beyond the castle.
I hope we meet again.
Merlin, you should go with them.
Nah, I've seen the woods already.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Are you all right?
Keep moving.
Well, Uther...
how the mighty have fallen.
(The guards are immortal -
they'll cut you to ribbons.
What use are you dead?)
I don't think you'll be
needing this any more.
This is unlawful.
You cannot do this.
You have no right to the throne!
No, she does not.
But I do.
I am your daughter, after all.
Don't look so surprised.
I've known for some time.
By the power vested in me...
..I crown thee, Morgana Pendragon...
..Queen of Camelot.
No!
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