The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug Page #4

- The villain.

He's selling us out.

Quiet.

We're approaching the tollgate.

Halt!

Goods inspection!

Papers, please!

Oh, it's you, Bard.

Morning, Percy.

Anything to declare?

Nothing, but that I am cold and tired...

...and ready for home.

You and me both.

There we are.

All in order.

Not so fast.

"Consignment of empty barrels

from the Woodland Realm."

Only...

...they're not empty...

...are they, Bard?

If I recall correctly...

...you're licensed as a bargeman.

Not...

...a fisherman.

That's none of your business.

Wrong.

It's the Master's business,

which makes it my business.

Oh, come on, Alfrid, have a heart.

People need to eat.

These fish are illegal.

Empty the barrels...

- ...over the side.

- You heard him. In the canal.

Come on. Get a move on.

Folk in this town are struggling.

Times are hard.

Food is scarce.

That's not my problem.

And when the people hear

the Master is dumping fish...

...back in the lake...

...when the rioting starts...

...will it be your problem then?

Stop.

Ever the people's champion...

...eh, Bard? Protector of...

...the common folk.

You might have their favor now,

bargeman...

...but it won't last.

Raise the gate!

The Master has his eye on you.

You'd do well to remember:

We know where you live.

It's a small town, Alfrid.

Everyone knows where everyone lives.

All this talk of civil unrest.

Someone's been stirring the pot, sire.

Gout playing up, sire?

It's the damp.

It's the only possible explanation.

Get me a brandy.

The mood of the people, sire,

it's turning ugly.

They're commoners, Alfrid.

They've always been ugly.

It's not my fault they live in a place...

...that stinks of fish oil and tar.

Jobs, shelter, food.

It's all they ever bleat about.

It's my belief, sire, they are

being led on by troublemakers.

Then we must find these...

...troublemakers and arrest them.

My thoughts exactly, sire.

And all this talk of change

must be suppressed.

Can't afford to let the rabble

band together...

...and start making noises.

The next thing...

...you know, they'll start

asking questions...

...forming committees...

...launching inquiries.

Out with the old, in with the new?

What?

That's what they've been saying, sire.

There is even talk...

...of an election.

An election? Heh.

That's absurd.

I won't stand for it. Ha!

I don't think they'd ask

you to stand, sire.

Shirkers.

Ingrates.

Rabble-rousers.

Who would have the nerve

to question my authority?

Who would dare?

Who...?

Bard.

You mark my words:

That trouble-making bargeman...

...is behind all this.

Get your hands off me.

You didn't see them.

They were never here.

The fish you can have for nothing.

Follow me.

Da!

Our house, it's being watched.

You can tell the Master

I'm done...

...for the day.

Da! Where have you been?

Father! There you are! I was worried.

Here, Sigrid.

Bain, get them in.

If you speak of this to anyone...

...I'll rip your arms off.

Get off.

Up there.

Da...

...why are there Dwarves

climbing out of our toilet?

Will they bring us luck?

They may not be the best fit...

...but they'll keep you warm.

Thank you very much.

A Dwarvish windlance.

You look like...

...you've seen a ghost.

He has.

The last time we saw...

...such a weapon...

...a city was on fire.

It was the day the dragon came.

The day that Smaug...

...destroyed Dale.

Girion, the Lord of the City...

...rallied his bowmen...

...to fire upon the beast.

But a dragon's hide is tough.

Tougher than the strongest armor.

Only a Black Arrow fired

from a windlance...

...could have pierced the dragon's hide.

And few of those...

...arrows were ever made.

The store was running low...

...when Girion...

...made his last stand.

Had the aim of Men been true that day...

...much would have been different.

You speak as if you were there.

All Dwarves know the tale.

Then you would know

that Girion hit the dragon.

He loosened a scale under the left wing.

One more shot and

he would have killed the beast.

That's a fairy story, lad.

Nothing more.

You took our money.

Where are the weapons?

Wait here.

Tomorrow begins...

...the last days of autumn.

Durin's Day falls the morn after next.

We must reach the mountain before then.

And if we do not?

If we fail to find the hidden door

before that time?

Then this quest has been for nothing.

What is this?

Pike hook.

Made from an old harpoon.

- And this?

- A crowbill, we call it.

Fashioned from a smithy's hammer.

It's heavy in hand, I grant...

...but in defense of your life,

these will serve you better than none.

We paid...

...you for weapons.

Iron-forged swords...

...and axes!

It's a joke!

You won't find...

...better outside the city armory.

All iron-forged weapons are held there...

...under lock and key.

Thorin...

...why not take what's...

...on offer and go?

I've made do with less.

So have you.

- I say we leave now.

- You're not going anywhere.

What did you say?

There are spies watching this house...

...and probably every dock

and wharf in the town.

You must wait...

...till nightfall.

Thorin.

Da?

Don't let them leave.

Tauriel...

...you cannot hunt 30 Orcs...

...on your own.

But I'm not on my own.

You knew I would come.

The king is angry...

...Tauriel. For 600 years...

...my father has protected you,

favored you.

You defied his orders.

You betrayed his trust.

The king has never let Orc filth...

...roam our lands.

Yet he would let this Orc pack cross

our borders and kill our prisoners.

It is not our fight.

It is our fight.

It will not end here.

With every victory, this evil will grow.

If your father has his way,

we will do nothing.

We will hide within our walls...

...live our lives away from the light...

...and let darkness descend.

Are we not part of this world?

Tell me, mellon.

When did we let evil

become stronger than us?

Hello, Bard. What you after?

There was a tapestry!

An old one! Where's it gone?

What tapestry you talking about?

This one.

They were Dwarves, I tell you.

Appeared...

...out of nowhere.

Full beards. Fierce eyes.

I've never seen the like.

What are Dwarves doing in these parts?

- It's the prophecy.

- The prophecy?

The Prophecy of Durin's Folk.

Prophecy.

Prophecy.

The old tales will come true.

Vast halls of treasure!

Can it really be true?

Has the lord of silver fountains returned?

The lord of the silver fountains

The King of carven stone

The King beneath the mountain

Shall come into his own!

And the bell shall ring in gladness

At the Mountain

King's return

But all shall fail in sadness

And the lake will shine and burn

Da, I tried to stop them.

How long have they been gone?

- Can you see anything?

- Shh! Keep it down.

As soon as we have the

weapons, we make straight for the mountain.

Go, go, go.

Go, Nori.

Next.

You all right?

I can manage.

Let's just get out of here.

Run!

Quickly! Move now!

Get off me! Get off!

Move them along here.

Move on!

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