The Huntsman Winter's War Page #3

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(CHUCKLES)

The missus must

be quite a looker.

That's a good one.

What he say?

That's all right.

No. No,

I'm not having it.

(SHUSHING) Aye.

You ought to hold

your tongue, mate,

before you lose it.

ls that so?

You know,

if it was just me,

I wouldn't be worried.

If it was me and him,

I'd be a tiny bit worried,

because he's

a bit of a waster.

Not true.

But none of that matters,

because we're with him.

And he will gut you

like a deer quicker

than you can blink.

Because this man here,

this man is the Huntsman.

Is this true?

Are you the Huntsman?

That's me.

Well...

The thing of it is...

We're all Huntsmen.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

(GRUNTING)

Wait, wait, wait.

Can we not

talk about this?

You call yourself

a Huntsman?

I expected more from

a man who had the courage

to betray his queen.

And for what?

For the love of

some spineless woman?

(GRUNTS)

Maybe you were something

in your day, brother,

but that day is long gone.

Have you made your peace?

(LAUGHS) I'll have

it soon enough.

Tell Freya

I died a free man.

Freya doesn't care

how you die.

No one cares.

You're already forgotten.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(YELLING)

(GROANS)

LEIFR:
Fall back!

Fall back, now!

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(PANTING)

(SOFT BREATHING)

You have aged.

(SWORD CLINKS)

Sara.

(GRUNTS)

I tied you up.

She his wife

or something?

No. Can't be.

His wife's dead.

Dead?

Is that what

you told everyone?

You poor,

heartbroken widower.

That story

must've wet the eyes

of many a young lass.

Maybe more

than their eyes.

No, no...

No, you're dead.

I saw you die.

This is not real.

This is not happening.

You're a ghost.

(CHUCKLES)

Or else I'm...

Or else I'm dead.

Am I not alive?

You're alive.

Although,

you should be dead.

You got hit on

the head like, six...

What do you think,

six or seven?

Seven.

Seven times. A lot.

So this is...

Real.

Very.

Did you think

I'd forget?

Did you think

I'd forgive?

Stand or fall,

you said.

You'd never leave

my side, you said.

You swore it.

And then you fled.

I see you fight,

and I see you run.

No, Sara.

That's not what happened.

I saw Tull kill you.

I saw him kill you,

with my own eyes.

I would never leave you.

But I saw you leave me,

with my own eyes.

And you,

of all people,

should know

Tull could

never kill me.

Sara.

Don't.

I swear to you.

She put me

in her dungeon.

For seven years.

And when I finally escaped,

I swore I'd find you.

It's taken me a long time.

But here we are.

Husband

and wife.

You honestly believe this?

That I'd abandon you?

Aye.

(GRUNTING)

You still forget

your balance.

(CHUCKUNG)

She's got another knife.

Yeah. Yeah,

I probably should

have said something.

Mmm-hmm.

She's got two more

little ones in her left boot.

It's no longer important.

If your face

is the last thing

that I'm meant to see,

then I'm grateful.

It should be

the last thing you see.

(GROANS)

Oh!

GRYFF:

I don't like her.

I don't like her

one little bit.

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALES)

SERVANT:
My queen.

(WHISPERS) No fire.

No fire!

(GROANS)

It's all right.

(CHUCKLES)

So, what happens

if Freya gets this mirror?

Don't you think

that you and me

have other things

to discuss, like us?

No.

What happens?

She'd be unstoppable.

(WHISTLES)

Where's my horse?

I sent it off.

What did you

do that for?

No horses,

no tracks.

We keep off the road,

out of sight.

(CHUCKLES) So you're

coming with me, then?

No, you're coming with me.

Yeah, whatever you

need to tell yourself,

that's fine.

From what I can see,

your wee band won't

do too well without me.

Huh?

No...

SARA:
Whatever power

this mirror contains,

I'll not let Freya wield it.

We'll find it,

and we'll bring it

to the Sanctuary.

And then you and I

will part forever.

Now.

Tell me about this.

What do you think?

About what?

The woman.

Do you trust her?

Well, I mean, I don't think

we've got much of a choice.

Besides, she's pretty

good in a scrap.

I imagine that would come

in handy before too long.

We'll hit Callao Crossing

by nightfall.

There's a market there.

They might have

sold the Mirror.

Tracking never was one

of your strengths, was it?

I cannae wait to find out

what yours is.

If an enemy uses

diamonds for arrows,

I doubt they need to sell

the Mirror for money.

Well, if you

don't like my plan,

you can piss off.

That is charming!

And you can piss off, too,

as you so eloquently put it,

but that's not

gonna get rid of me.

You're still my wife.

Look, we were deceived.

The ice wall that

Freya put between us,

she showed us

what she wanted us to see.

Wait.

And what if I'm right?

Do we not deserve

that chance?

It wouldn't matter.

You'd leave again.

We blind ourselves

to the truth

because we're weak,

because we hope.

But there's

no hope for love.

Love ends in betrayal.

Aye and always.

Well, I don't

believe you.

(WHISTLES)

Don't move. Don't move.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Ooh. (CHUCKLES)

That looks familiar.

Dwarf-made trap.

It's where

I would've put it.

Yes, it'll take

more than that

to catch the likes of...

(SCREAMING)

No! No!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

NION:
Silly mope.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

What?

This was unexpected.

Oh, what?

The hidden dwarf trap

was unexpected?

You're not the tracker

you think you are.

I've been

a little distracted.

(MRS. BROMWYN LAUGHING)

Hey, Doreena,

we've got something.

Catch of the day,

catch of the day.

(EXHALES)

God, no.

Careful, sweetheart.

I wouldn't want

to ruin that pretty

little face of yours.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

Oh, bugger me.

Oh, it's like that, is it?

You don't even know us.

What do I need to know,

you squat-faced

little he-dwarves?

Sight of you clots

make me sick.

Shut your mouth,

you manky slag.

Shut yours,

you grotty wanker.

Kiss my arse,

you filthy minger.

Kiss mine,

you wobbly shite box.

(SPITS)

(NION GROANS)

Sorry.

Madam dwarf,

we have no

quarrel with you.

We seek a mirror.

I don't got no mirror.

Oh, that's clear.

Right.

Oh, you are getting it.

ERIC:
No. No,

enough,enough.

Just tell us

what you want.

Personally, I'd like

you to take your shirt off

and prance around for me.

(CHUCKLES)

But seeing as

you're so modest,

I'll settle for

every penny you've got.

Aye, so it's money

you're after.

MY apologies.

All I have is this.

You know what this is?

It's a great big

bloody diamond.

I'm not blind.

Where'd you get that?

You let us down,

and I'll tell you.

Doreena!

DOREENA:
Coming,

Mrs. Bromwyn!

Keep an eye

on this lot.

Shoot the he-dwarves

if they get mouthy.

Or if you just feel

like it. (CHUCKLES)

NION:

You don't just cut it.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALL GROANING)

You thirsty?

I could get

you some water,

if you'd like.

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

I'd like that a lot.

Ah! I mean, nah,

I don't want nothing

from the likes of you.

All right,

my little fishes.

I've got a little

proposition for you.

Truce?

GRYFF:
Truce?

When I get my

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